Sorry about the lack of updating – my muses are lazy.

Today, the union jack flies cheerily on our mast. Captain Arnold has decided that our ship is to play the part of an ordinary merchant vessel, to get past the large fleet of Navy ships just ahead of us.

Sure enough, the ships don't give us so much as a passing glance. I look at John and Casey, and grin. 'Stupid bastards, aren't they?'

Our laughter fills the air.

'Oy, idiots! Tell the Cap'n there's a ship off the starboard bow!' Liam yells from the crow's nest.

I stick my tongue out at him, and go to find Captain Arnold.

'Sir, Liam's seen a ship, and he sent me to fetch you.'

'Thank you, lass.'

Captain Arnold strides onto the deck, and Dawson hands him a telescope.

He looks through it, then lets out a stream of impressive swear words, ending with 'Liesgow.'

Not another reality-dream, I groan mentally, and then go to pester George for more details.

'George, ever heard anything 'bout a pirate captain called Liesgow?'

'Ah, he's a vicious one. He goes after ships, pirate, merchant, and navy alike. But only ships of repute, mind ye. He gives the crew two options – join him or feed the fishes. Why ye be askin'?'

'Oh, well, he's following our ship' I say, followed by a string of swearing. 'I need to find John. Keep Amos and Elmer with you. Hide them, something, just keep them out of what's about to happen!'

Frantically, I strap on my sword, as John bursts into my cabin. I look up at him. 'Some one told you who Liesgow is, eh?'

John doesn't say anything, only grabs me and hugs me so tightly I squeak in surprise. I tilt my face up expectantly. John looks at me, his emotions clearly showing on his face. Is he going to kiss me?

He releases his grasp a little, and carefully touches my cheek. 'Keep yourself alive, Ray, or I swear I'll kill ye myself.'

With one last squeeze, he is gone.

I stay there, stunned, but quickly make my way up to the deck. We have a battle to win.

The ships brush against each other. I stand next to Dawson, blade drawn. I look for John, but don't see him.

Then again, I'm not exactly the tallest member of the crew.

On the other ship, atall man stands in the center of his crew.

He is tall, with snow-white hair and cruel blue eyes. His mouth is twisted into a sadistic smile.

'Arnold, old chap! Lovely to see you, eh?'

Captain Arnold looks at him, brows drawn together in fury.

'What do you want, Liesgow? We have nothing to offer you.'

Liesgow laughs.

'Hear that, boys? He's suggesting I attack without reason! No, Arnold – I've heard that onboard that ship of yours, you have the spawn of two of my old friends. Hand them over, and the rest of your pathetic crew will be left alone.'

Arnold looks at him, confused.

'What?'

'WHERE ARE THE SONS OF JACK SPARROW AND WILL TURNER! I KNOW YOU HAVE THEM ONBOARD YOUR DAMN SHIP!'

'You speak madness, Liesgow.'

'ATTACK!'

Pirate after pirate falls to my sword. The awful, coppery smell of blood fills my nose.

I search frantically for John. Where is he?

Battling with Liesgow.

John is barely keeping up with the mad Captain. Their blades clash over and over again, and their feet are blurs.

I try to run to John, but I can't. I try to scream, but I cannot. I am frozen.

John spins and darts, Liesgow's blade landing just where his torso was seconds before.

In an effort to avoid the blade, his necklace slips out from under his shirt, catching the light of the sun. Liesgow sees it. A crazed look fills his eyes.

'So, which one are you? Turner's or Sparrow's?'

'Jack Sparrow was my father!' John yells.

He stabs blindly at Liesgow, and trips.

Liesgow laughs cruelly.

'A fine son you are!'

He is poised to deliver the final blow –

When I regain the ability to move.

I dive in front of Liesgow's blade, twisting so it only grazes my shirt.

I stab at Liesgow, and he dives out of the way just in time. Fear fills his eyes.

I am not breathing hard, and blood from the pirates I have killed and blood from my cut mingle all over my body.

My hair streams violently in the wind behind me, and cold, hard fury is written all over my face.

'Who the fuck are you?' he asks, in awe.

'I,' I say, grazing his leg with my sword, 'am Will Turner's DAUGHTER!'

He stumbles, and my sword cuts into his side. Blood gushes from the wounds.

Liesgow looks at me in surprise, as two of his own rush towards him and drag him onto his ship.

'I've been beaten by a bloody girl?'

'Goddamnitt, Hugh, I'm fine! Where the hell is John?' I yell at the astonished second mate, who has almost finished bandaging my arm.

I am normally a calm, docile person. The crew is rather afraid of me as I stalk through the ship, bandage trailing behind me.

John is sitting on the table, talking to Rogers and the Captain. His shirt is off and he has a bandage around his chest.

They all stare at me as I burst through the doors, looking like an absolute wild woman.

'JOHN!'

I throw myself at him, hugging him as though he is the only thing holding me to this earth.

He winces, but hugs back just as hard, murmuring soothing things under his breath as he strokes my hair.

The Captain looks me in surprise.

'Rachel, control yourself! You both have explaining to do…..'

I lay in my hammock, staring at the ceiling. The crew holds John and I in awe, now, because of our parents.

I beat Liesgow. It has never been done. Won't he retaliate? I muse. Then it hits me.

Liesgow is going to go after my mother.

Rachel got really spunky this chapter. It's been the most fun to write, so far. Due to some plot twists that popped into my head, expect about three more chapters, which I will try to get up as soon as possible. I plan to try my hand at a Lily/James fic after the 6th book comes out, but I think I'm going to write a sequel to this at the same time. Maybe a prequel, too.