Ok, next chapter. Yes, Jack was a bit gross in the last chapter. I couldn't resist, I thought it was a bit funny. The same way in this You-fanfic I read, Jack got caught in his "man-eating shirt". That was hysterical! Also, how come no one is guessing? I guess I didn't mention the prize. How about 100 cyber-chocolates to anyone who guesses right? Is that a good deal? Get back to me on that one. Now on to the next chapter...

Chapter 24

"When I get that wench, I beat her until she can't walk!"

"Robert!"

"What?!?!"

"I will not let you lay a hand on either of my guests. They are my responsibility!"

"Always said ye were a softy, James. Too soft, for my taste. I think I need to harden ye a bit."

"But it isn't Emma's fault that Jack pulled her into the cave when she was about to get trampled by the rocks. The fault belongs to Jack."

"Exactly. What do you think he is doing to Emma in that cave?"

James's eyes widened, thinking what Jack could be doing to the woman he loved. What could he be doing? Trying to seduce her of course! It was bad enough he caught Jack in the same bed as Emma when they were on his ship! Surely it wasn't Emma's fault! Emma was too innocent and sweet to be doing that! Jack would pay when they found them! Jack would pay!

In the Cave...

"So Jack, whatever happened to Calico?"

Jack blinked. "What do you mean what happened to Calico?"

"That's what I said. Now what happened to him?"

"I killed the filthy bastard."

"WHAT?"

"I said I killed the filthy-"

"I heard that part. But how did you manage that?"

"I'm Jack Sparrow, savvy? I always manage. No job too big or too small for this pirate."

Soon the two came upon a large wall. An inscription was upon it. It clearly read "Big cat, big cat burning bright, in the forests of the night."

"Aye, it must be in a code."

"But it sounds like a poem I read once. Except two words are different."

"What kind of code do ye think it's in?"

"I really don't know."

"Recite the poem. It might help."

"Tiger, tiger burning bright in the forests of the night..."

The wall made a golden glow.

"Keep going, luv! I think ye have somethin' there!" Jack urged.

"What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? What dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,

And water'd heaven with their tears,

Did He smile His work to see?

Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?"

The wall crumbled in front of them. They both quickly entered into the next chamber, hoping soon to find the treasure.

Ok, yes that is a real poem. I kind of started thinking of the story when I was reading it to my group at this summer camp-thing. Also, I think I made James react too soon. Oh, well. I would ruin the story line if I didn't. More soon to come.