Okay guys, I have bad news. I have to put this story on sabbatical until further notice. I have tried and tried to work on it, but I have a major writers block and can't come up with anything. These paragraphs are the only leftovers from my feeble attempts. I will continue to work on it, but the Spring semester just started and I'm going to focus on that. Maybe some ideas will come to me.  In the meantime, please don't give up on me yet because I really would love to finish this story. If anyone has any ideas, please, please, please, please, let me know. You can either email me or just mention your ideas if you choose to review. Thanks a whole bunch! And please keep reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own POTC. Dang.

Chapter 16

"The Island of the Seven Phantoms"

The water was choppy as the men rowed towards the island, the rhythm making her sick as one of the men grinned at her luridly. Genevieve was able to crane her neck and catch a glimpse of the Pearl as they neared shore. The Ruby was anchored out of sight, in a small cove where some beech trees grew. When they finally reached the salty white shore, glowing eerily in the moonlight, the men scrambled out and hauled the small rowboat up so as to keep it out of the reach of the waves.

They pulled her out of the boat, and she stumbled on the deep soft sand, before one of the men caught her.

Brigand led the way deep into the forest, as if he knew where he was going. Hopefully, Jack was waiting for them somewhere. At least they hadn't just left her with Brigand, glad to be rid of her.

She glared at one of the men, as he rubbed her arm suggestively. She tried to snatch free, but he just ground his fingers into the bone. He winked at her as her eyes filled with tears but she didn't give him the satisfaction of letting them fall. She had never cried, not even when she had burned her hands in the fire playing when she was eight, and she wouldn't cry now. All she could do was send out a prayer, hurry Jack.

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"Where did you get this?" Hera trained her smoky eyes on Helen's phantom.

"From the prince. He asked me to keep it safe for him."

Hera scanned the parchment and her eyes landed on a symbol invisible to the mortal eye. "I don't believe it," she said.

"What is it, my goddess?" Helen tried to see what Hera was so intent on.

"Poseidon."

"The god of the sea? He sent the letter to Paris?"

"That he did," Hera said, glaring at the paper until tiny fingers of smoke began to rise from the paper, curling upwards.

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Poseidon's Treasure

The Island of the Seven Phantoms

On a faraway island

There lived a woman of beauty renowned

The most beautiful mortal woman of the world

She was the wife of a Grecian man.

During this time the goddesses

Organized a beauty contest

To discover the answer to a lingering question over

which they bickered

Who possessed the most beauty?

They chose a judge, the handsome Paris

to settle their interminable score

To him they each offered up their own divine gifts

But only one enticed him enough to be swayed

It was fair Aphrodite, the goddess of love

Who offered him Helen, the wife of another man

The winner was chosen, the prize bestowed

Hera, jealous of Aphrodite's victory

Decided to create an impostor

The image of Helen, but without true emotions

She was created of the clouds and maintained their power

Poseidon learned of her treachery

And devised a plan

To heal the rift that divided the Greeks and Trojans

He piled together all the treasures of the ancient worlds

and hid it on an island he created with the wave of his hand from mermaid bubbles

And it has remained there since the war of Troy Hidden

Okay, that's the last of what I've come up with in the past couple of months. Hopefully, I'll come up with something soon. Anyways, thanks to everybody for reviewing so faithfully even though I've been a bit sporadic. Thanks!