Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Pirates of the Caribbean characters I refer to in this story. I do own Sarah, Captain Black Scar, his crew, his ship, and anyone else whom you don't recognize.

Author's Note- Hey, I actually got a chapter up and it didn't take me two months. I would like to dedicate this to 7777777777777777777777777777 mainly because she threatened me. Lol. This will be the last chapter I will be able to put up for a few weeks. I'm going to Mexico for a week and need to get some school stuff done. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks to all who continue to read and review. Please be warned that there is a tad bit of swearing in this chapter.

7777777777777777777777777777- Thank you for the first review. I love those parts for the same reason. Yeah, that chapter kind of got ahead of me. Yes, another reminder. I am on fictionpress as C.J.-Eada-Mary (this is a couple of friends and me).

7777777777777777777777777777- Thank you for the second review. Gulp. I can safely say that I'm scared. It's a good thing I'm putting this up now, isn't it?

7777777777777777777777777777- Thank you for the third review. Oh yes, great idea. I may have to tone it down a bit but the part with Jack is hilarious. I shall definitely use that at some point.

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On with the story,

It should be said that Will wasn't incredibly happy about boarding The Ocean Joy (their pleasure ship). There were two reasons for this. The first; he did not want to be on a ship named something as sappy as The Ocean Joy. Second, and most important; he feared for Sarah's safety. He didn't know where she was or even if she was alive. Will felt it wrong to leave with someone, whom he had feelings for, lost and possibly dead.

"Will, pick up the pace," Jack muttered, giving the young man a small push. If Jack hadn't been pushing Will along, he probably would've stayed behind. Sparrow rolled his eyes and pushed his friend forward. The pair was following a small man with a lantern down a somewhat dark hallway. Though these ships were meant for a pleasurable time, their dark halls gave the impression of a haunted or possessed abode.

"A little dark for a pleasure ship," Will murmured, taking in his surroundings. To him, it didn't seem like a lot of money had gone into making the ship. Dark brown, rough boards made up the craft's interior. It was dark and probably infested with rodents and bugs of the worst kind. Will also detected the sound of water lapping against the side of the craft. They appeared to be very low in the ship, possibly below the water line.

"Here we are, your cabin," the small man said opening an unfinished door. He then turned and strode away, leaving Jack and Will in darkness. For a few moments, the two men could do nothing but stand in the door frame, letting their eyes get accustomed to the blackness.

"So this is how the rich like to spend their money and time? What a waste," Jack stated once he got a glimpse of the cabin.

"Don't ask me, I've never really been rich." Will was also beginning to see the small, dingy, dark quarters that he was supposed to spend the next day or so in. The cabin was, to say the least small and scarcely furnished. Two small beds were in two of the corners, their sheets somewhat yellowed from little use. A table stood in the middle of the room with a lantern sitting squarely in the middle.

"How much did we pay for this again?"

"Not a shilling" Jack answered his friend's question, fingering a money pouch in his hand. The sound of many coins clinking came from the small bag.

"Where did you get that?"

"Mate who brought us down. Should've kept a better eye on his belongings." Sparrow had a very relaxed attitude when it came to nicking other people's change. "Didn't think the room was worth the price."

"I don't see who would want to stay down here."

"People who have a lot of money and don't know what to do with it." Will raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement. He then dropped his head and went back to thinking about Sarah.

"What's wrong with you, mate?" Jack asked. Will shook his head.

"Sarah. She didn't rejoin us after the fight."

"Forget about her. I know women and I have yet to meet one that has actually stayed with me."

"She's not like any other woman. I need to find her." Jack said nothing. He suddenly realized just how much that annoying addition to their "team" meant to Will. He sat down on one of the lumpy beds and thought. A smile came to his face when he thought of something.

"Will, I have a plan."

Sarah groaned softly as she came to. Her head was pounding as though someone had taken a hammer to it. She opened her yes and immediately shut them again.

"This could take a while," Sarah moaned. She'd never been hit on the head that hard and hoped she never again would. After a few moments of laying still and waiting for the pain to die down a bit, the young woman forced her eyes open. She ignored the pain in her head for a minute and looked around. A small cell in the brig of a ship. The whole room rocked back and forth with a gentle motion. Gentle, that is, to someone who hadn't been whacked on the head and brought against their will to the brig. A rat scampered across the room and Sarah jumped up, blocking the protest of her body.

The lower level of the ship wasn't incredibly pleasant. It was dark, practically pitch black. The boards were rough and damp. A rotten smell wafted through the air, making the air very damp. Sarah soon became aware of how cold it was. Cold, damp, she was miserable. Her boots sloshed through about two inches of standing water. Sarah was suddenly glad that she hadn't worn the high heeled shoes that the dress had originally come with. She leaned up against the wall and thought about her somewhat hopeless predicament.

A couple hours later, heavy footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. Sarah looked up, but kept any thoughts of fear and surprise to herself. A man with dark brown hair, tangled and unruly strode over to the cage. His black eyes pierced Sarah's blue ones. He had stale, bad breath that seemed to follow him when he walked.

"Where am I? Why have I been brought here? And what the hell do you want from me?" Sarah demanded. She was clearly annoyed that she was here and even more angered at the fact that some guy was just staring at her.

"That's a lot of questions from someone such as yourself. You're in not positions to ask questions, missy." The young woman hated it when people liked to try and rule over her.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Captain Black Scar. Famous pirate of the seven seas." Sarah was going to say something about never hearing of him, but quickly pushed the idea out of her mind when she saw a dark that started at the top of the captain's right eyelid and stretched all the way down to his right cheek. She remembered him from somewhere, but couldn't quite remember where.

"The answers to your previous questions; you're on the Black Bone, and you know why you've been brought here and what we intend on doing with you." Black Scar's voice was gruff and somewhat intimidating. The last few words in his sentence came out as a growl. Sarah gave him a blank stare.

"If I knew what you wanted, I probably would've killed you by now."

"I don't think so. Stuck in a cage, you wouldn't have a chance." The captain laughed a few times and then went back to glaring at the woman.

"If I knew, you think I'd still be staring blankly at you?" These words were spoken with a hint of annoyance.

"Well, Miss Morgan, you know very well what we want." Sarah was a bit taken back at the pirate's manners. It had always seemed to her that pirates were rough and crude.

"I believe you have me confused with someone else." The captain frowned and then became angry.

"You know where your father hid his bloody treasure and, by God, you're going to tell me!"

"I'm not Morgan's daughter!" Sarah yelled. She was cut off by a blow to the face. The captain growled, turned on his heel, and strode away.

"Does he really think that I'm Morgan's daughter?" Sarah thought. She shook her head and realized that her situation had just become a little more dangerous.

Author's Note- Please review and tell me what you think. I am open to questions and future chapter suggestions. I need at least one review before I put up another chapter.