Disclaimer: Ok, at this point I own basically nothing (except myself of course). I think you knew that already, but now I don't even own my other characters. They're being formed by my friends.

Chapter 5

I turned on my heel and ran back over to the stairs which led below deck, the other 3 following in my wake. Where the hell is she? I thought to myself. None of us have seen her, but we haven't docked for 8 or 9 days, so she has to be somewhere on the ship....

"Em!" Monica called. "Should we each take a part of the ship and search?"

"Why are you asking me, I'm not in charge!" I yelled back. "You want to, feel free!"

Anamaria stopped running. "Actually, that's one damn good idea Monica... I'll see you girls later, I'm going down to the cabins."

"I'll take the kitchens!" yelled Hannah. The two of them turned and ran off.

"So.... Where does that leave us?" Monica asked.

"Umm... the main deck, and the cannon slots, I guess, unless you want to go down into the main hold."

"Ewww, not really.... I'll take the cannon slots."

"Alright with me, because I feel strangely like staying topside today, thank you very much," I informed her.

She laughed and waved me off. I grinned back at her and jogged over to one of the crew.

Meanwhile...

Anamaria ran below, searching for the crazy blonde we had brought with us. She knew and loved her just as well as she loved the rest of us (or not), but sometimes that one in particular got a little annoying.

She sprinted down the stairs, into the area that the crew bunked in. She won't be down here... Anamaria thought to herself. If she's down here at all, she'll be in one of the main cabins. Won't she? Teenage girls... they always managed to get into the strangest places though. She shook her head and jogged over to the cabin she shared with the girls.

Meanwhile...

Hannah pushed the galley door slightly ajar. Cook (that's what everyone called him; no one except for Gibbs and Jack knew his real name) hated people in his galley. It was a small place, stuffed with cooking utensils (most of which were knives, cutting boards, or cauldron-like pots).

She walked quickly, hiding behind things, not wanting to be seen by Cook. She didn't even want to think about what he might do if he found her. Suddenly she hit her head on an overhanging pan, the ring... well, ringing through the galley.

"What?" came a disoriented yell through the small space. The sound bounced off the many pots and pans, creating quite a loud echo. No wonder cook was nearly deaf. Hannah curled up into a ball (or as much of one as she could make) underneath the pot she had slipped under. The sounds of the footsteps drew nearer, and she tried not to breathe.

"Where the bloody hell did the scoundrel get off to?". All right, that sure as hellfire wasn't Cook standing in front of the pot right now.

"Captain!" she called, scurrying out from under the huge pot. Jack looked at her in surprise. The last of her he had seen, she had been up on deck coiling ropes. But here she was in the galley....

Your mind is playing tricks on you again. No more rum this early in the morning.

No more rum in the morning? But...but...but... no!! I can't bloody well do that to meself.

The look on the Jack's face was enough to make anyone start laughing but she managed to hold it in. Barely.

"Sorry lass, you came down here for something?" Jack asked, his normal (however normal that is) self again.

Hannah straightened up after finally bursting. "Yeah, we lost Harris. We haven't seen her since last night, so we were looking for her." You could have left it after the first sentence you idiot. He got it, you know.

"Nope, sorry luv, haven't seen her. Ye'll be checking the whole ship?"

"Yep. Sir."

"Hahaha, no need to call me 'Sir' luv, 'Cap'n' be fine."

"Okay, thanks... um... Captain."

"No problem, seeye at mealtime luv."

Okay, if anything around here is a dismissal, that's it, she decided, and walked out of the galley.

Meanwhile...

I jogged over to one of the crew members, and started asking him about Harris. He said he had no idea, and the rest of the crew wouldn't either. They hadn't seen her since dinner last night. Very helpful, but at least I knew that I didn't have to bother asking any of them, and that meant that i could take a break.

I leaned over the rail in the front of the ship, looking at the horizon. A small lump was just barely visible above the curve of the earth.

"What is that?" I asked Gibbs, who had just walked over to the stern where I was standing.

Gibbs leaned forward and squinted. It was midafternoon and the sun was behind us, but we still needed to squint in order to see. "Land," he murmured.

At that same moment, several things happened. The lookout in the crow's nest began to yell "Land ho!", Anamaria came up on deck dragging Harris with her, and a gust of wind blew a small dark something onto the deck. I bent down to see what it was, and saw that is was a ragged piece of once-black sailcloth. I picked it up and studied it. One side was clean cut, probably by some kind of blade. It was from the Black Pearl's sails. The pirates were on the island.

Will came up behind me to look at the piece of cloth. He barely glanced at it before murmuring "They're here. This is Isla de Muerta." His face was grim.

"Eunuch! Lassie! Get over here, we're going ashore!" Jack yelled. Harris's eyebrows shot into her hair. Lassie was my nickname from Jack. But why was I going ashore with them?

A/N: OK, I practically never update anymore, so, I'm sorry. I actually have a life (if small and insignificant) off the Internet, and school started again. Now, for the very few of you that actually wasted enough time to review: Thank you, I love you so much.

TheHollister: Thanks, and I'll try to write more often.

Hannah: Yeah, love you too!

Monica: OK, you were on my account when you said that, so I already knew about it, but whatever. Thanks, and watch your mouth young lady!