Pursuit on the High Seas

To everyone's amazement, Elizabeth's plan actually worked.

The women flirted shamelessly with the soldiers. The soldiers were so distracted by Guinevere's outfit, that everyone else was able to board the conveniently placed ship without a problem. It was only after the men were all on board the ship that they realized the flaw in the plan.

"One question," said Galahad, "How do they get on board?"

"Dammit," Jack muttered. "Didn't think that far ahead."

Fortunately, AnaMaria had thought ahead. "Look!" she cried, pointing at a random passerby. "He's a pirate!"

Naturally, the guards ran after the poor fellow without a backward glance, leaving the women free to board the ship.

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When they were not very far out, disaster struck. A ship came up from behind so quickly that there was scarcely a moment to plan before she was upon them. Everyone was terrified to see the dozens of teenaged girls standing on the deck, screaming and pointing gleefully.

"Are those..." Lancelot began.

"Fangirls," confirmed Will. "We've managed to avoid them so far, but I knew it was too good to last."

"What can we do?" Arthur asked worriedly.

Jack thought for a moment. "I know! Let's give them Will and Galahad and sail away like our lives depend on it. And let's face it mate, they do."

Arthur shook his head.

"No!" cried Elizabeth. "We can't give them Will!"

"What do you suggest then?" Jack asked.

"I don't know! If only I'd brought that spare boat motor we keep in the hall closet..." She sighed. "But no...it's sitting at home uselessly."

Tristan cleared his throat. "Um...what does the motor look like?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter. It's too late. They're going to take Will away!" she sobbed into her fianc's shoulder.

"It is sort of bright red with a little fan thing on it?" Tristan asked.

"Yes." She continued sobbing. Then the realization of what he'd said dawned on her. "How do you know?" she demanded.

"I'll be right back." He ran to get his pack and returned a moment later with an alarmingly red boat motor.

She snatched it from him. "We're saved!" she cried. "All we have to do now is figure out how to make it work."

"You don't know?" exclaimed Guinevere.

"Well...no."

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Kait-the-Pirate stared in horror at the computer screen. "Who invited the fangirls?" she asked.

twilight-pixie whistled innocently. At least she would have whistled if she could. It was not for lack of trying.

"You did this?" her sister demanded.

"Well...yes and no...Mr. Ribbits told me to!"

Kait glanced at the stuffed frog on pixie's bed. "Bad Mr. Ribbits!" she admonished. "What do we do now?"

"Mr. Ribbits says that Will should get taken away by the fangirls so he can have Elizabeth."

"No," said Kait firmly.

"You're upsetting him," pixie warned.

She rolled her eyes, "You shouldn't listen to inanimate objects so often."

"Mr. Ribbits is not inanimate!"

At this, Mr. Ribbits promptly attacked Kait's face.

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And now we return to our story.

"Now!" Arthur shouted.

Dagonet stared the motor and the stolen ship speeded off. The fangirls were not far behind. Car chase music played as the two ships speeded and dodged about the Caribbean.

Just when it looked like they might get away, Murphy's Law struck again. The motor sputtered and stopped. The ship drifted slowly on.

"What happened?" Jack demanded.

"We're out of gas," AnaMaria explained.

"What now?" Arthur asked.

Elizabeth looked at Tristan accusingly. "You didn't bring the gas for the motor?" she asked.

"No," he replied. "I didn't even know what the motor did. I just thought it looked neat."

"We're going to have to fight for our lives," said Will, drawing his sword.

The fangirls' ship drew up beside theirs. Several girls blew kisses. Galahad and Lancelot looked at one another in terror.

Everyone drew their weapons, ready to do battle.

"I've got an idea!" cried Guinevere. "If Jack's crew goes over to the other ship, they may be able to subdue them with autographed pictures. Maybe then we have a chance."

They all looked each other. "It's worth a try," said Jack.

"At least we'll stand a chance," Lancelot agreed.

"Does anyone have a camera?" Arthur asked.

Galahad hurriedly fetched a disposable camera from his bag. "Will this do?"

"Perfect," said Guinevere, taking the camera from him.

They took as many pictures as the camera would allow in record time. All the while, the fangirls leaned over the railing if their ship drooling avidly.

When they were done taking pictures, Guinevere turned to AnaMaria and Gibbs. "It's up to you. Take the crew over to their ship and offer this camera as a peace offering. Promise them autographs later. Then, take control of the ship and sail back to Port Royal with them."

"You want us to leave you here without a crew?" asked Gibbs.

"We'll manage," she assured him.

The plan worked flawlessly. Jack's crew was immune to the fangirls, and was able to successfully claim the ship without firing a single shot. They were soon sailing away with the girls hanging off the stern of the ship sobbing and staring back at their would-be victims.

"Now then," said Jack happily waving at the retreating form of the ship, "Let's save that parrot and get my ship back." He turned to the others. "Raise sail!"

Lancelot pulled uselessly on a rope. "How?" he asked.

"What do you mean 'how'?"

"How do you 'raise sail'?" Galahad asked, pulling on another rope. "We've never sailed before."

"This is going to be a long trip," Will muttered.

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