Wow...people are wondering what happened to Meg? Cool::glances at Beth: ...er...I love Jack...::LOL: Beth: Uh-huh...

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, neither Elizabeth, nor I, own the rights to Pirates of the Caribbean so we have no right to claim other characters as our own (except Beth and Meg, of course...Through we did come up with the names for CD and Greg (also known as Grapple) ...late night in Houston...LOL). The Pirate King and Pirate Prince will forever belong to Buena Vista Home Entertainment.

Jack woke up the next day to sounds of explosions coming from the direction of the Rum shaft. He looked over there and saw Beth throwing boxes of rum in to a huge fire that had been made from OTHER boxes, which had obviously been burnt by Beth.

"No, not good! Stop, not good!" He shouted at her as he walked in her direction. She turned to face him and smiled cleverly.

"You've burnt all of the food, the shade…the rum! Jack said, worried about the state of being 'rumless'. Beth looked at him and said, "Yes, the rum is gone!"

"Why is the rum gone!"

"One, because is it a vile drink that turns even the most respectable pants…men…into complete scoundrels! Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for Elizabeth and I. Do you really think there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it!"

"But why is th--,"

"And THREE!" Beth cut in. "Yesterday you made me drunk on purpose in order to find something out about my best friend. Four, you've been flirting with me the entire time we've been on this island. So combining the last two reasons…I'M REALLY MAD AT YOU!"

"But why is the rum gone!"

"Hopeless!" Beth replied and turned to go walk away. Jack fiddled with his gun by pulling it out and attempting to point it at Beth but hesitated and only followed her to where she was standing. He saw that she was ignoring him so he took his pistol again and smacked her over the head with the butt of it. At first Beth just stood there, dazed, but then fell over. Jack put the gun away quickly and saw that he had knocked her out. His eyes grew wide and he brought his balled fists to his mouth but soon regained himself and smirked down at Beth's form.

"Bloody stupid girl…" he murmured as he walked away.

Meanwhile…aboard the Black Pearl, Meg was having fun torturing Elizabeth by singing random Flogging Molly songs.

"Could you PLEASE stop singing, Megan?"

"I can sing a lot more annoying songs than that. Whoa, you used my full name…" Meg then proceeded to start singing…the Llama Song!

"Llama, llama, cheesecake llama, tablet, brick, potato llama, llama, mushroom, llama, llama, llama, DUCK! I was once I treehouse. I lived in a cake. But I never saw the way the orange…slayed the…rake…"

Meg stopped singing when she saw Will giving her a menacing glare from the opposite cell.

Will sighed and put his hands in his pockets. He raised an eyebrow when he felt something in his right pocket. He took out a silver ring, with a Celtic cross engraved in it. He handled it lovingly when he remembered its story…

Will was only thirteen years old at the time…He was standing on the dock, looking out over the ocean, when he heard a very familiar voice behind him.

"My father is making me leave and go to England for a real education."

Will turned to face his best friend, Beth, whom he had known since he was seven. He looked at her with sad eyes as if he had been expecting this blow for weeks, which he hadn't.

"When will you be coming back?"

"I don't know…maybe never."

"Never?"

"I hope not." She looked at him with tear filled eyes, but tried not to show them by turning away so Will could not see her.

"I will see you again, if I have to spend every cent I have to sail to England myself." Beth turned back around (her eyes were dry now) and Will grabbed her hand. They stood there for a moment, holding hands, then Beth pulled her hand away to reach for something in her sash. She pulled out a ring, all plain silver, except for a simple Celtic cross design.

"It was my mother's…my most prized possession. I want to you have it, as a gift."

"Thank you" he said as she put the ring on his finger.

"I have to go," she said hastily. Then she turned quickly before he could say goodbye and as she walked away, he could hear her crying.

But over the years, the ring got too small for his finger, so he just kept it in his pocket. This was the first time he had taken it out in a long time. He simply held it in his hand, as he tried to hide the despairing look in his eyes.

"I wish I could have said goodbye…" Will whispered to himself as he cradled the ring. "But it is too late…she is probably dead now." He kissed the tiny trinket, and fell asleep against the wall of his cell.

Unfortunately, a certain Elizabeth was eavesdropping, so was Meg.

"Aww." Meg said quietly, but this sweet note was not well met. Elizabeth glared at Meg, looking at her as if saying, "Please die, Megan." But instead she said,

"As if he means it, he just feels sorry for her. Will loves me, I know it. And no amount of sweet talk from you is going to change that." Elizabeth smirked, and then nestled down in a corner to get some rest.

Meg picked up a small piece of semi-wet tar and smiled cleverly. She saw Elizabeth was asleep and put it on top of her head, well actually, more buried in her hair. This act of quiet revenge pleased Meg and she curled up on the floor to dream of Jack.

Wow...we were really hyper when we wrote this...LIKE GIANT RADIOACTIVE RUBBER PANTS! ...Yes, that would be what we were saying every...few...moments...:Lol: Anywhosit (I stole it...again), R&R and we'll get the next one written and up soon! TALLY HO!