I know this chapter is a little iffy, I've had a bit of a problem with the chapter. Anyways, I hope y'all like it. I know I haven't been updating a lot (little chapters too, sorry) but I want to just recognize a few people who have been reviewing for a long time. Thanks to:
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Chapter 13

"What do I have to do with it?"

"That's not quite the most important thing on my mind. Let's just suffice it to say that you are an integral part to finding what I'm looking for."

"I swear if I don't get some answers soon, I'm gonna do something crazy."

"Calm down, it's not like I have ALL the answers."

"No, but if I'm important to whatever it is you're looking for, that means that you were using me. What gives you the right?"

"Would you stop overreacting, anyway, weren't you using me?" He asked nonchalantly

"It is not the same thing, I am trying to stay out of prison."

"Yeah?!" he said, "Well so am I!"

"You lying, sneaky little man," she said, shoving away from him and stomping into the trees.

"Bloody woman," he said under his breath as he followed her.

It wasn't difficult to find her, she was making such a racket swearing.

"Genevieve! Get back here!! You don't know what kind of trouble--!" he stopped short when he could hear nothing but silence. Taking a few more paces he slipped and fell into a hole that was covered with jungle vines.

He slid a little way before he tumbled and rolled into a sort of underground cabin. "That damn girl is nothing but trouble," he mumbled before he spotted her unconscious a few yards away.

"Damn it Gen, what the hell is the matter with you?" he asked as he crawled over to where she was, dirt smudged on her face. He turned her over and smacked her face lightly.

Her eyes fluttered and then she shot up, knocking him in the head.

"Ow! Why were you hovering over me?" she asked.

"Oh, no particular reason. I just happen to like looking at you while you're unconscious, you don't always look like you're ready to kill someone. Take a look around." He watched her scan the underground cavern and saw her eyes widen.

"Where are we?"

"I don't know exactly, I slipped through some sort of hole and this is where I ended up."

"You're just a fount of information, aren't you."

"You know what?" he asked.

"What?"

"If you don't shut up, I'm going to just knock you out and leave you here."

"Like you could."

"Don't push me woman," he warned.

"What is your problem with me?" she asked, struggling to stand up and look down at him.

"My problem with you? You have done nothing but drive me crazy ever since I met you."

"Okay, take a moment to think about this, you dragged me on to your ship, as I recall, I didn't ask to become a passenger on your precious little vessel that's an excuse for masculinity."

Jack clutched his hand in a fist and stumbled up, weaving as the gravity caught up with him. "If you were a man, I'd knock you out for that."

"Do you think I'm scared of you? Because I have news for you Jack, I'm not."

"You know," he said, "I think I've solved a problem that's been bothering me for a while now."

"What would that be?"

"I know why you're such a snotty little pain," he said, cracking his knuckles.

"And why would that be?" she crossed her arms across her chest and smirked at him.

"You act so mean because you don't want to give anyone the chance to get close to you."

"Please, you're delusional," she said. "Don't tell me that bump to the head turned you into a philosopher?" she felt her stomach flutter as he grinned at her suddenly.

His arm snaked out and yanked her close to him as he covered her mouth with his. Before she could pull away he held close and stopped her squirming. As quickly as it had happened, he released her.

"Sparrow, you really need to work on your moves," Genevieve said, "girls don't like being man-handled."

Spinning around, she felt her stomach jitter. What an arrogant, self-centered man, she thought. Always thinking about himself. Now if she could make it of the island alive, she'd consider herself lucky.

"I never hear any complaints," Jack countered. "Of course, the girls I man-handle aren't whiny little brats."

Before she could snipe at him, he held up a hand. "I'm calling a truce."

"But I thought you liked fighting with me."

Jack only smiled as Gen's stomach still jittered wildly.

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Xander clomped through the bushes, whistling to himself. The island wasn't really that large. Maybe Jack had been wrong after all. Then he saw something that made him change his mind.

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There was water flowing through shallow puddles throughout the cavern. "So," Gen said, "please tell me you can get us out of this hole?"

"Of course, because I'm the man I have to do the work."

"You are so whiny."

"Tell me one thing," Jack said, "why were you onboard the Ruby?"

"Does it really matter right now?" she asked.

"Yes, actually it matters a great deal."

"Fine," she took a deep breath and whooshed it out. "My father was murdered by Brigand when I was a child."

"How do you know? I was told that no one really knew what happened to him."

"I do know. The man that came to tell us gave my mother one thing." She dug into her pocket and pulled out the wrinkled piece of paper. The drawing of a rose was faded. "He gave her this. He said that my father gave it to him to keep in case something was to happen to him."

"But how can you be sure that it was Brigand himself who killed your father."

"Because my father was threatening him. Brigand was obsessed with finding this treasure he had heard an old mariner speak about. Apparently he sailed everywhere looking for it. The man told my mother that he had charged my father with conspiracy to commit piracy and hanged."

"Do you know who the man was?"

"I never knew his name," she said. "Remember, I was a child. I do remember exactly what he looked like, though."

"That's really very helpful."

"Actually it is helpful because the man looked exactly like Xander."

Jack stared at her for a moment and then shook his head. "You're mistaken lass," he said. "It couldn't possibly have been Xander. He's only about your age."

"Not Xander, Jack," she sighed loudly, looking annoyed. "Maybe someone close to him."

"The only other family I knew of Xander's was his pa. He never sailed with any military. He was a pirate through and through."

"Think Jack," Genevieve said, putting her hands on her hips. She watched as it dawned on him.

"Maybe Xander's father was the one your father had been conspiring with."

Genevieve nodded grimly, "I can't be absolutely sure," she said, "but I believe his father was the man who came to see us that day."

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The sun was setting in the sky as the Ruby made it's way closer to the island. Captain Henry Brigand stood at the helm, an almost maniacal gleam in his beady eyes. Thomas Jenkins stood behind him, a frown on his face.

"So you're really going to go through with this, captain?"

"You have no right to question my decisions. And yes, I'm planning on going through with this plan."

"Even if it causes the death of men aboard this ship?"

"Lieutenant, one more word and I will have you thrown in the brig for mutiny. Leave my side now."

Thomas hesitated as if he wanted to say more, but before he could voice his thoughts, someone called from overhead.

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