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Chapter 13-caught

Anamaria hit the water hard; knowing what she had just done would probably be her last act. Bullets began to stream into the water, shooting past her and missing her by inches. Thinking fast, she dived lower and moved along the bottom of the Blue Sphere trying to find cover.

The shooting stopped so she surfaced slowly and looked up to the deck. There were a few men leaning over the side but they hadn't noticed her. Taking a deep breath, she sunk down into the darkness again and swam out away from the ship and in the direction of the wreckage.

She needed air. Thinking maybe she could risk it, Anamaria surfaced and spun around to look at the Sphere. It was pulling away; she was safe...except for all the blood in the water. Sharks would soon be on the prowl and she'd be in trouble.

There was a storm coming, she could see the clouds moving over the water, getting far to close. They were near and island. If she could get as many survivors to the island as possible there was a chance she wouldn't be alone. Moving swiftly, she swam hard into the broken black wood. There were bodies everywhere and pieces of bodies. The Black Pearl, the last real threat in the Caribbean was gone, blown to hell by her own powder magazine.

"Hello? Anyone out there?" She screamed, turning on the spot as the first bits of rain began to fall, spattering on to her face. The waves were becoming harder, rougher. Soon, the storm would be on her. "Hello? Anyone?"

"Over here!" Anamaria turned to see Elizabeth holding on to a piece of wreckage. There was blood running down her face from a gash on her forehead and she seemed out of breath. Anamaria swam over to her and grabbed on to the wreckage to. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Anamaria said. "I'm so sorry I left! I tried to worn Jack." Anamaria looked around. "Where is he?"

"I don't know, I can't find Will either." The water was blood red now. "Sharks."

"Yes, there's an island over there, we'll have to swim for it." Anamaria grabbed Elizabeth's board and began dragging her towards the island as the waves began getting rougher. By the time they reached the sand, neither of them could see because of the intensity of the rain now barraging them from all sides.

The two women made their way to the shelter of the palm trees and sat down beneath their leafy tops to try and block the rain. Shivering, Anamaria watched the water and the beach, hoping they weren't alone.

Bill opened his eyes and looked around from his huddled position in the corner of his cell to the staircase at the other side of the room. Two men were carrying a third slightly soaked one between them, the man in the middle's head flopping this way and that as though he were a puppet. Bill sat up straighter as they opened his cell door and threw the other man in.

"Some company, Turner." The bigger man said gruffly, locking the door again. "Have you ever met you're son?" They laughed and left. Wincing, Bill crawled over to the other and turned him over, surprised to see his own face only younger.

"Will?" Bill whispered, wiping away a few strands of brown hair. "Will?" Will didn't move but stayed still and silent. "Will, where's the Pearl? What happened to Jack? Is he going after the treasure?" Will's eyes fluttered but stayed closed. Bill sighed and pulled his son over to the corner of the cell, suddenly realizing that now he had something to fight for if he didn't before.

Anamaria's eyes had closed for only a second but before she knew it, Elizabeth was shaking her awake. "Don't leave me alone on this island." Elizabeth hissed. Anamaria sat up straighter and looked around at the other woman who was watching her intensely.

"I'm sorry." Anamaria said, looking back out at the rain pounding the beach and rubbing her eyes. "I didn't mean to drift off." Elizabeth shook her head and leaned back against the tree, eyes closed. Anamaria did the same but her head shot up again when she saw movement on the beach. Someone was dragging someone else across the sand from the water.

"Come on!" Anamaria said, slapping Elizabeth a little harder then she had intended on the arm and springing to her feet. The slight shelter of the palms had dried her more then she had thought and the rain felt to cool and to wet against her as she ran into the heart of it towards the two people on the beach.

Jack was pulling Gibbs along, both sopping wet. When he saw her, Jack did such a subtle double take you had to know him to have seen it and let go of Gibbs, falling onto the sand and panting. "I don't think he's breathing." Jack yelled over the pounding rain and singing surf. Anamaria fell to her knees beside the uncontious man and checked. Sure enough he wasn't breathing. Anamaria looked up at Jack. She could hardly see him through the rain even though they were so close.

"Let's get him to the shelter!" Anamaria yelled. Elizabeth was at her side suddenly and together they pulled Gibbs along and let Jack have a short rest. "Did you see anyone else?"

"No, they're all dead or shark bait. Gibbs was breathin' when I found 'im. They took Will."

"Who?" Elizabeth asked, letting go of Gibbs as they reached the safety of the trees. The rain still seeped in through their leafy roof but there were semi covered. Jack leaned over Gibbs and placed his ear to the man's chest, listening.

"Mulan." Jack said. "I dived when they came but they grabbed Will. Don't think they were interested in me anyway. I saw a ship a little ways off. Ethan's no doubt. By now, Will and Bill will be reunited." Jack suddenly tilted Gibbs' head back, pinched off his nose and blew into his mouth. The two women sat there, watching, not knowing what to do. Jack did it again and then started pumping quickly on Gibbs' chest, counting to fifteen and then breathing into him again.

"Jack, is there anything you..." Anamaria began but Jack shook his head and gave her a small warning glance.

"I don't need nothing from you." He growled, breathing into the other man again. "I'm a little preoccupied." Suddenly, Gibbs coughed and Jack turned him over onto his side and a spurt of water came forth. Jack smiled and patted Gibbs on the shoulder as the other stayed out of it. "Just don't tell him what I did. I'll never hear the end of it." Jack got up and began wobbling away towards the beach.

"Where are you going?" Elizabeth asked as she joined Gibbs.
"I'm...jus' goin' to..." Jack was swaying badly. Anamaria stood up and walked forward a few steps before lunging out to catch him as he suddenly fell backwards. His weight, though hardly more then hers, knocked her to the ground but she managed to hold onto him. His head lolled to the side and she peered into his face. Elizabeth came over and kneeled down to then gasped.

"Ana, look." She said. Anamaria looked down to where the other was pointing and saw a large piece of wood sticking out of her captain's side. There was blood everywhere and she didn't know how she had missed it. "That's so deep."

"Okay, help me." They managed to move Jack to a tree trunk where they propped him up and Anamaria stripped off his shirt. There were tattoos here and there on his chest and torso, even one on his arm that she'd never seen before. Using the now bloody and wreaked shirt, Anamaria took out her dagger, tore it into strips and began tying them around his torso, moving the wood only as much as she needed.

"He'll never survive if we don't get this out." Elizabeth said, touching the offending object. Jack moaned but didn't open his eyes. "What are we going to do? Can't we take it out?"

"No, I don't know how and what we might do if we tried. We'll have to hope to be rescued."

"What are the chances of that?" Elizabeth asked. Anamaria sighed and placed her hand on Jack's cheek, pulling his face over so she could look at him better. His skin was so cold, she still couldn't believe he could live everyday with no heat in his blood.

"Great. You forget one thing. Jack Sparrow is a lucky man and he's here with us."

Will woke slowly. His whole body ached as though he'd just been beaten with a hammer for hours. It took him a long time to regain his bearings so he kept his eyes closed and slowly his senses returned. He could feel the rocking of a ship first but he knew it wasn't the Pearl and he knew it wasn't a piece of wreckage because he couldn't feel the wind or the water...it was dark, maybe he was blind? No. A fuzzy image came to mind. He'd been floating in the water beside Jack as the Sphere came closer. Jack had sunk beneath the surface and Will had passed out.

His sense of smell came next. The normal salty smell came to him but there was another one. It was the smell of moldy straw and dampness with the rotting stench of food and maybe a body...and blood. Wrinkling his nose, Will let his hearing come next. There was the slight creaking of the ship and the walking and talking of crew far above him. There was also another...a voice close by, muttering.

Will opened his eyes carefully and found himself on his back, staring at the wood planks above him, dripping steadily, the drops making small cold pools beside his head. He turned his head to the left where the voice was. A man sat huddled in the dim light, his head back against the side of the ship, his knees pulled up to his chest. He looked very uncomfortable but had managed to fall asleep and now spoke in his dreams.

The man was his spitting image, identical except that he was older and more lined...perhaps a little larger to. Other then that, Will could see himself in that man's face. Slowly, his head spinning and his eyes stinging from the headache behind his eyes, he cleared his throat and said, "Father?" The man stirred but didn't wake so Will crawled closer. "Father?" The man jerked awake and raised his hands in self-defense. Will watched his for a moment and stayed silent until he'd lowered his hands.

"William?" He asked. Will smiled slightly and came closer. "I thought you'd never..."

"Father?" Will whispered. Bill smiled and suddenly he lunged forward, grabbed Will and pulled him closer, into a tight embrace. Will smiled and took in his father's unfamiliar feeling, taking It all in. After all these years he finally had the thing he's missed his whole life. "Where's Jack?"

Bill pulled away wincing and shrugged. "I don't know, you were the only one they brought in." He said. Will's brow furrowed.

"Are you alright?" He asked. Bill nodded.

"I'll fill you in." He said.

Anamaria tried to roll over but there was a weight on her shoulder. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked over. Jack's head was still there, resting in the crook between her chest and shoulder. She cleared her throat but he didn't move. The light from the sun was filtering through the palm tree's leaves and swayed in the breeze, shifting the shafts of light on Jack's pale face from one side to the other.

"'E's been sleepin' all night. Miss Elizabeth and I thought it best to let you doze as well." Gibbs said. He was sitting beside a dead fire pit, charred black logs and ash sitting inside. Anamaria smiled and looked around.

"Where's Elizabeth?" She asked. Gibbs pointed to the direction of the distant beach and smiled slightly.

"Don't know how she spects to get her cloths washed when they're just bein' covered in salt anyway but, the rich are funny that way."

"At least she won't smell." Anamaria retorted. "Unlike some I know." She raised her eyebrows but Gibbs looked at her unabashed.

"Shouldn' be insultin' the captain, not when he can't defend 'imself." Gibbs replied. Anamaria opened her mouth to speak but a voice from her shoulder stopped her.

"The lady's right, Mr. Gibbs." Jack muttered with out opening his eyes. "You're smell is pretty foul."

"Jack? How long have you been awake?" Anamaria asked. Jack opened a bleary eye and watched her from under a partially closed lid.

"Long enough to hear I wasn' the only one who thought Gibbs stank." He answered. "Where are we?"

"The interior of the island." Gibbs answered, standing up and coming over to them. "You look bad captain. Are you feeling all right?"

Jack glanced down at himself and an inquiring hand moved to the bloody tatters of his shirt and the plank of wood sticking from his side. He took in a sharp gasp as he moved it and then nodded. "I'm fine."

"I hear you kissed me last night." Gibbs said bluntly, a small smile forming on his mouth, tugging at it's corners under his beard. Jack blinked and smiled.

"Yes, it was great. I never thought kissing an older woman would be so wonderful." Gibbs' face turned beat red.

"I never thought being kissed by a younger woman would be so great." He answered. Anamaria smiled, as Jack stayed quiet for the first time in his life. He simply stared at the other for a few moments and then closed his eyes. "Captain?"

"I'm thinking of a come back." He answered. Gibbs laughed and looked up at Elizabeth who had just appeared in the clearing.

"There's a ship here." She said. Suddenly some one pushed past her and stood over Jack and Anamaria as another man grabbed Gibbs and began searching him for weapons.

"Well, well, well." The man said in a board voice. "If it isn't Jack Sparrow."

Jack opened his eyes and looked up, squinting against the light filling the clearing. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes again, speaking in barely more then a whisper. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Commodore James Norrington."

kungfuchick: Hey, yah i love the name. Srry, i thought is said Kungfuchicken for a while and just relized it said chick! Srry! Oh well, what's up? I blew up the pearl, i'm srry but it was important for the later plot and end...srry, please forgive me...please?

mich: Hey, always happy to see a new reviewer. I'm srry it's taking me sor long to update, excuse at top of page. I hope you like the story and continue to like it.

DragonHunter200: as always you're little add ins make me laugh! I wanna know the slash joke, please...though i think i can figure it. the ain't that the piss, i use it all the time. i got it from a dream i had and it stuck. yah, i hate Mulan...sick your kittens on him! You go!

Typically Head-Over-Heels: Hey! I'm lazy 2 don' wrry bout it...C? Lazy, i swear! Anyways, Not the end of the story, don't sweat, i'm not that mean...usually. See, this is what happened to Jack, there's more to come tho.

meowface: Hey! Sorry it took so long and i'm sorry i left you scared...it'll all be good, you'll see...unless it turns bad...

Gaze: I made you gasp? Awesome! I am heartless...i'm sorry. Not...yeas i am! He pulled through that...there's more tests to come though (hint hint)