Disclaimer: Blahdiblahdiblah, you should know that no one except Disney (which needs to die) owns anything. Hannah and Monica own themselves, I own me, and Harris is dead, so she doesn't own anything. Never did, but that's different.

Chapter 8

We ended up making one quick stop on our way back to Isle de Muerta. All we heard (locked in the brig as we were) was some evil sounding laughs, Elizabeth's scream, a few splashes, and Will howling as they locked him back up. He shouldn't be complaining. At least he had seen daylight! It got pretty monotonous below decks al the time.

"Jack got his role as governor of the rum runner's stock back," I muttered to Monica. "Gonna be one big ol' bonfire tonight."

"Gonna be one big ol' drunken bonfire tonight," she corrected.

I grinned, and turned back to the bars locking us inside this goddamn ten square foot iron cube.

We were silent a lot down there. Gibbs and Mr. Cotton broke it, as usual.

"Shiver me timbers!" Mr. C's parrot squawked.

"Cotton says you missed a spot," Gibbs told Pintel, and promptly got a mop in the face.

Will took advantage of the talk. "You knew knew my father," said Will to our two awful cleaning immortals, who really need to take some sort of home ec. class or something.

"Old Bootstrap Bill? Yeah, we knew him. Never sat well with Bootstrap, what with the mutiny and Jack and all," Pintel told us.

"So then… tell them what Barbossa..." Ragetti started.

"I'm telling the story!" growled Pintel, cutting Ragetti off. "Anyhow, so Barbossa straps a pair of cannons to Bootstrap's bootstraps, sends him down to Davey Jone's Locker." Pintel frowned. "Course it wasright after that we learned we needed his blood to lift the curse."

"That's what you call ironic," our other cleaning immortal stated. Thank you for the obvious yet again, Ragetti.

It was also a little on the ironic side that it was at that precise moment that Barbossa himself came down into the brig with a pair of handcuffs to take Will to the cave.

Nothing much happened for the next few hours before Elizabeth came to set us free. That was probably the only time I would ever be happy to see her.

"Elizabeth!" I cried.

"Miss Elizabeth!" whispered Gibbs.

We stole our weapons (and a few extra) from the armory and "swarmed" the deck. Elizabeth immediately ran over to one of the small boats for going ashore. No one followed her.

"All of you with me! Will is in that cave and we must save him. Ready and… heave!" she pulled the rope with al of her pitiful strength (you develop quite a bit of muscle working on a ship for three weeks, and she'd been sitting on her lazy ass in the cabin. Hmph. Spoiled little bitch). She turned and saw us standing there. She gasped out "Please, I need your help! Come on!"

Cotton's parrot squawked something about a port in a storm. Gibbs nodded. "Cotton's right, we've got the Pearl."

Little Miss Governor's Daughter was shocked. Dear Lord, they're pirates! Jack said "stick to the Code", and that's exactly what they're doing!

"What about Jack, are you going to leave him?" I snorted slightly. I would. And he did say to…

"Jack owes us a ship!" said the shortest of the buccaneers. Nice little fellow, only as tall as my hip though.

"And there's the Code to consider," I reminded her, once again stealing someone's line. I got a stare that was nothing but pure, angry hate. From her, not from Gibbs.What the hell, it's not like I had a crush on Will or anything like that. I swear, Hell itself would freeze over before "Miss Norrington" would thaw out, but hey, fuck her, not my problem.

"The Code. You're pirates! Hang the Code, and hang the rules! They're more like Guidelines anyways!" She gave us a pleading look. All we did is give her a push off the ship (in a boat unfortunately).

"We've gotta get out of here," Monica whispered to Hannah and me. "We've got to get home."

"We've got to get to that ship right over there," I whispered back, pointing to the Dauntless. "You're right. If we die, we get sent home. What else could have happened to Harris?" We hadn't spoken of that since…. Well, we just hadn't. It had only been three days though, so it was still fresh in our minds.

Hannah shuddered. "I don't even want to think about that. But if that's the case, let's go get ourselves killed," she muttered.

Eventually we managed to convince Gibbs that we knew what we were doing, and to let us leave the Pearl. We said our few good-byes, got a small boat and oars, and headed toward the distant Dauntless.

A/N: Wahhh! Onlyone more chapter! I might write a sequel when the next movie comes out… I seriously can't remember if anyone reviewed (I am totally braindead), so thanks if you did.