Disclaimer: Yes, I own them. Yes, Jack is mine. Did I mention I am a pathological liar?

A/N: I was running out of ideas. Yes, I realized that I am going to need a brilliant plan now. Then I asked my mom for her unconditional wisdom. Then she gave me this idea… So, this one is for her. (:


"Connelly! Take Octavia below!" Jack shouted behind him. He turned leaving Octavia to stare at his back.

"Ye gotta be jokin', Ja- Cap'n!" Octavia protested. Once she saw the large man behind her did she pull out her pistol. She took Jack, unaware. She held the pistol to his throat as a hostage. The ships were finally lined up and once the plank was firmly rested on the edge did she scurry across before the Pearl crew knew what had happened. Once on Captain's Ked's ship, The Mishap did she feel safe.

That's when she felt the dagger in her side.

Chapter 16: Old Acquaintances

Jack knew the moment the dagger entered Octavia's side, that he made his target. It wasn't deep enough to do damage, but was deep enough to make her drop the pistol, and let him go. It did what he wanted, and he felt Octavia back away. The unfamiliar pirates began to attack. Once he unsheathed his cutlass there was no turning back. He looked up at Gibbs, and nodded. Gibbs needed no second bidding, and shouted at the crew to board. They did without any hesitation.

Octavia realized what she would have to pay later, once she was back aboard the Pearl. Fortunately, she didn't plan on going back on the Pearl. Once the rest of the crew aboard the Pearl, and were involved in the fight, she figured she could slip away. Where, she had no idea. However, she knew that every ship had rowboats, and that would be her means of escape, should it come to that.

The rest of the crew boarded, with adrenalin, pulsing threw their veins. The put their dirty tricks to work. They did every trick they knew; especially Jack's personal favorite: taking out the pistol. Now, not many of them had pistols yet. Nevertheless, they did have tricks up their sleeves. They tripped, they threw their legs under them, everything possible. Cotton was especially good at these tricks. At this moment, he had his cutlass pushed threw another man. That man let a string of curse words spill from his mouth, before his trailed off, the life leaking from him. Luckily, since this was an Italian ship, the man cursed in Italian and it had no effect on Cotton. Cotton looked with no remorse. This man had tried to take his life; he considered it self-defense.

Gibbs on the other hand, liked to stick to the rules. He respected them like superstitions and a few years back, swore to keep to them. He was a man of his word, and so, he played out the rules. He took them to his advantage.

Joshua Keane was fighting a large man, who was fierce. Joshua's back was against Anamaria's back. Her heat radiated off of her to Joshua. He smirked hoping that someday she would become something more than a friend and shipmate. Then Anamaria moved, plunging her cutlass threw the heart of her attacker. She spit on him and moved on to her next victim. When Joshua felt the heat move, he glanced behind him, a vital mistake: his attacker cut him across the stomach, a deep extreme cut. His mouth opened to an "O" and fell down. Blood spilled off of him, and onto the deck of the Mishap. Soon after, the light from his eyes faded, and he was no more.

Jack watched Joshua fall, and he tensed. He hated to see any of his men fall under in a fight. Just then, he turned and saw the Captain, Captain Ked. She smirked when she saw him and pointed her cutlass near his crotch. His eyes bulged a little, not from the shock at the weapon being so near to his goods, but that he recognized the owner. Her name was Alonza. She used to be his partner, in crime and in parenthood.

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Elizabeth wrung her hands in her dress, worry over coming her. A pin rolling up and down her stomach as anxiety took over. She shut her eyes so tight, that it was painful. She refused to look out the window, in case of what she saw.

Finally, she could take it no more. She glanced out the window. At that moment, she saw Will, and he caught her eye. He mouthed, "Below." She knew that he wanted her to go below, which would mean that something was wrong. She was so worried that she just did as she was told for once, without questioning the authority.

She scampered out of the room, and head below. When she got lower, she heard a humming. She knew that there was no one else on board, or at least no one she knew of, besides Adellaide. She wondered why Adellaide was below. Elizabeth wandered down the hallways, and called, "Adellaide?"

There was only one answer, but it was a man's voice, saying, "How nice to see you again, Mrs. Turner."

She recognized the voice, and rushed towards the sound of it. She came to the brig and ignoring the stench, she clutched the bars.

"Commodore?" She questioned. "What are you doing here?"

She paled at the sight of his gash, which was wrapped with what appeared to be one of his stockings. He looked ghastly. His wig was still upon his head, the blue navy coat still wrapped around him, but he wasn't the same.

"I'll be right back," She muttered and hurried up to the storage room, she grabbed a bunch of bandages, and anything else that looked vital in a cut like this. With an arm full of remedies, she ran back down to the brig. Norrington looked up at her.

"Take off your shirt…" She said, preparing the bandages.

"This isn't exactly-"

"Proper? Indeed. Now is not the time, James… Hurry!" She coaxed. He did as he was told, but wouldn't make eye contact.

"Alright, lay on the ground… This might hurt." Without the strength to argue, he lay flat. Elizabeth saw how the cut was either infected, or something else was horribly wrong. She took up a bandage, and a bottle of rum, and sighed. She knew it was only for a while, considering the second this battle was over, Adellaide would come down here and fix him up proper. However, she took the rum, and uncorked it with her teeth, she spit out the cork, and it rolled towards the end of the cell. She picked up the rum in her right hand, and timidly poured some into the cut. He howled with pain, and Elizabeth's eyes welled up at a friend being in pain.

"I'm so sorry…" She said, he looked at her, and smiled weakly, then his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he fainted.

A/N: Well, I hope this suppressed your needs for a fight. ( ; Plus, I am finally taking care of Norrington!

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