A/N: Hiya, everyone! Thanks so much for reading AND reviewing, because that really is very rewarding to me as an author to be able to read your feedback. Now, I know that you all looove me Jackie lad, so maybe-just maaaaybe-he'll go ahead and make an appearance?? Well, I'm not about to tell ya, so you'd better read the chapter or...or...I'll tan ye hide and make ye walk the plank!! Arrrrrg, I'm just messin' with ya. I won't tan ye hide...

Chapter Three: Gangbangahs

Will rode in front with Alisa in her truck and with Liz sprawled out in the back cab; the other men had taken their own car to the lagoon. Elizabeth was, quite frankly, plastered and nearly asleep, but Will and Alisa were very, very awake. Will was awake with anxiety and Alisa was awake with worry. She knew what was about to happen, and she wished that Will had not decided to go through with it. If Gibbs wasn't following us, I'd have the mind to turn this truck around and take Will home!, she thought as she merged onto the highway. Will on the other hand was thinking of everything but going home. I wonder what's going on? I didn't know there were lagoons in New York. Maybe Alisa is in on some sort of prank, after all, I am the new guy. But that would be so highschool-ish...well, whatever it is, I'm going through with it!

It seemed to Will as if they had been driving for hours. The car was completely silent except for Elizabeth's unladylike snoring coming from the backseat; the only soothing noise to keep Will company was that of the wind caused by cars zooming around them. Finally, Will could take the silence no longer.

"Alisa, when are we gonna-," he began.

"Right now," she said gloomily. "We're here." He noticed that they were no longer on the highway- he must've dozed off at some point during the drive because now they were in a rural area. The only thing to be seen for miles was tall grass, what looked to be a medium sized haunted house, and a body of water that was actually pretty large. She stopped the truck in a gravel lane along side the house, but she didn't get out.

"What are we waiting for?" Will asked as he watched the men park their car and get out to head into the house. Alisa sighed.

"I just wanna make sure that you're really up to this," she said, staring straight ahead with a solemn look on her face.

"Alisa, whatever this is about...you can tell me. Now. Before I really get myself into something stupid," he said as he shook her a bit for emphasis. Alisa was about to answer him, but she hesitated. That one moment was all she had and she let it slip right out of her hands. Just when she was about to confess, Pintel returned outside with Gibbs, Ragetti and a few other men.

"Hey, let's go! We ain't got all night, savvy?" he shouted and the men laughed heartily as they practically dragged Will out of the truck. Liz was still asleep in the back of the truck, and Alisa was very grateful for that. Well, partially grateful. I hope she doesn't wake up...although I just realized that I'm the only girl here, out at night in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of boozed up gangbangers... Alisa decided to dismiss the last thought and just be grateful that Elizabeth was still asleep, because Liz knew nothing of what was about to happen.

When they reached the body of water, Gibbs began to make some sort of speech.

"Tonight we are here with this Will mate, and we're going to see what he's made of. Because if he wants to be seen with the likes of us, he's gonna have to pass the test and prove his worth- just like we had to do!!" This was followed by a loud yell of 'Ay!!' and 'Pass the test!! Prove his worth!!' As Gibbs continued on, Will began to get a little worried. He had been so sure that this was just some childish game, but now he was under the impression that it was a bit more serious than that. He looked over at Alisa to see if she would tell him what was going on, but she just sadly looked away. So Will decided to survey the lagoon, see what he was up against. The water looked deep, probably about 20-25 ft, and the distance it covered was a football field...or three. Looking down he couldn't see anything but blackness. Deep, dark, scary, unknown. He gulped, but he didn't have much time to become any more nervous, because the men suddenly began closing in on him.

"Now, your task is simple. Ye go down into that lagoon and ye find our treasure. Will, ye bring it up to us, and ye become one of us. Ye come back up here without our treasure..." Gibbs stopped talking. They were silent, watching, waiting to hear what they already knew would be said. "If ye don't bring us our treasure then ye die, Will. We'll run ye straight through and through, if ye get me drift," he finally said while glaring down at him. Will looked down at the man, surprised that he could be so feisty for being half his size. Then he laughed. He laughed so hard that tears began to roll down his cheeks and he had to clutch his stomach to ease the pain.

"That is the funniest fucking thing that I've ever heard! So, what? I bring you 'ye treasure, arrrg!' and you let me 'be one of ye'? Ok, I'll play along since I obviously have nothing better to do on a Friday night, but tell me this. What exactly am I supposed to be looking for?" he asked them, as he began to strip his clothes and shoes off. They glared at him.

"Ye tell us," Ragetti said, and then he and Pintel grabbed Will around the arms and began to swing him back and forth over the water.

"Have a nice swim!!" they cried, and he was thrown feet first into the depths of cold, dark water.

When Will felt the cold liquid surrounding him, he panicked. Air, I need air! he thought and he quickly kicked back to the surface, gasping for breath.

"Get back down there now!!" they shouted at him. They didn't say anything about throwing me in...he thought angrily, but he took in his air and ducked back under anyway. Opening his eyes, he couldn't see much. All that was visible to him were the large amounts of green algae and a few fish swimming around. Treasure...gotta find that treasure. He had put up with their taunting during dinner, he had ridden all the way out here, and he had been thrown into the water—he was not about to walk away now! He swam forward, liking the feeling of the water around him. It didn't seem so cold anymore. After a few more yards, he came up for more air and went back down again, this time going deeper. As he swam deeper and deeper and farther and farther away, things under the water seemed to change. The temperature was no longer a cool warmth, it was a comfortable warmth, as if he was in bed surrounded by blankets. The fish became more numerous and brightly colored; the plants were more than algae, they were of different colors, shapes, and textures. Will reached out to feel a pink colored plant and was surprised when it felt ice cold. That is really, really weird.

And where is this light coming from? He had finally realized that it was so dark that he shouldn't be able to distinguish black from orange, but as he paid more attention, he saw that a golden glow was cast about him. He turned around by twisting his body and paddling his feet a little. No one's here with a flashlight or anything...He looked up. There aren't enough lights around the lagoon for it to shine this deeply. He decided to go back up for air one last time-he was getting tired, not only from physical exertion but from the childish games that drunken people tend to play. Will swam back down to the depth that he had been at and began to swim forward when something caught his eye. Is that a...nah, it couldn't be. Excitedly, he began to swim forward and deeper a little faster, certain that it was indeed some sort of large wooden figure sunken in the bottom. When he finally reached it, it took all of his strength and maturity not to piss in the water right then.

Holy shit. I'm actually looking at a sunken ship!! The "wooden figure" towered above him at least 20 feet and it was no less that 100 yards wide; Will could see that now that he had gotten close enough to it. The ship was constructed of wood, half of it rotted away and the sails long gone. He could see no cannons on it, but he did see two huge holes in it, on the deck and in the right side. I've got to check this out. He was just about to swim closer to it, when he was grabbed from behind. Fear stricken, he struggled and kicked which made him lose his air faster, and Will soon felt a dizziness overcome him as he blacked out underwater.

Will opened his eyes a few minutes later to find himself in an extravagant bedroom. It's walls were painted crème and there was a golden glow cast by the dozens of candles set up around the room. There were blood red curtains over the windows and antique wooden chests were scattered around the place. Will was laying on a chaise lounge (also of a deep red color) across from a magnificent four-poster bed that had gold and red draperies around it. The whole room had a sort of ancient, yet royal, feel to it. It would have looked quite romantic, except for the steel prisoner chains that adorned the far wall and the few skeletons that kept the room company. But when Will finally noticed another type of décor littering the room, he shot up, which made him dizzy, so he laid back down and then sat up again, slowly.

"All this gold..." he breathed quietly, as he gaped at the piles and piles of gold coins, statues, chains, and trinkets that peeked out of chests, spilled over onto a desk and set of dresser drawers, and randomly littered the floor.

"That's right, lad. What? Did ye think that the light was so golden because of the candles? Hahaha, that's a new one." Will slowly turned his head to see who the voice belonged to. Who the hell is he? He wasn't with us at the restaurant and he wasn't outside by the water, either, Will thought as he stared at the man. He wasn't far from 6 feet tall and he had a lean, athletic body. His skin shone in the light with a deep tan and his hair was long and medium brown, with random pieces twirled into braids and some pieces with little golden beads and trinkets in them. He had a goatee and small mustache, kohl rimmed hazel eyes, and the best pirate costume Will had ever witnessed. He wore a red scarf around his head, a white shirt was halfway tucked into his black pantaloons, and black shiny boots almost reached his knees. Gold rings, earrings, and neck chains flashed on him, and swinging from his red satin belt sash was a long, curved sword on his left hip and a black pistol on his right.

"Ah, I see yer lookin' at me cutlass. Don't be worrin' about that just yet, mate," he said while patting the curved sword.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Will finally questioned him. The pirate grinned. Damn, how much gold has this man got??! Will instantly thought at the sight of his two gold teeth.

"Me name's Jack. Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow. But ye can call me Cap'n," Jack said with a slight sway of his body as he used his hand to emphasize the word 'captain'. Will raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I'm William. William Turner. But...you can call me Will."

"Ah, that's great, bucko, because I think we'll need to be gettin' to know each other pretty well in the coming days. I saved yeh from me lagoon out back. I don't know exactly why yeh were down there, I don't know exactly why yeh were half naked in the cold, but ya could've drowned if it weren't for me, lad," he said as he plopped down on the bed.

"Actually, I was doing just fine until you came along!" Will said. He got up from the sofa and advanced on Jack, grabbing him around the neck and pushing him down onto the bed. "Now, I don't know who you are, Jack, but I'm ready to get the hell outta here," he said as his handsome jaw clenched with fleeting patience.

"Let's not forget, me boy, that I have a loaded pistol...unless ye don't plan to reproduce," Jack quietly pointed out and Will quickly let go of Jack's neck and backed up when he saw the pistol pointed right at his...

"Nuts. I think you're just plain nuts! You're a lunatic!" Will shouted as he sat back down on the lounge.

"Nah, the rum just gets to me occasionally," Jack said and he reached under the bed to pull out a rum bottle, open it and take a long swig. "Ahh, that's better. I knew I was missin' somethin' right about now. Now, if I'm correct, I think that me crew might've gotten a tad restless with ya, but that's all taken care of now."

"Well, where's Alisa? And Elizabeth?"

"Downstairs." Will got up and began to run towards the door, but Jack's words stopped him. "Where ye runnin' to? They know all about me already. Well, maybe not that very, very attractive fair skinned bonnie, but Alisa, she knows all about me," he said, and took another drink. Will leaned up against the door frame.

"I knew it. She was in on this prank all along."

"Prank? I dunno about a prank, but I do know that ye have some pretty impressive guts about ya, and I'd like ye to be a part of me crew."

A/N: And therrrrrrrrre's Jackie!! So, he is now a main character, I'm sure you're happy about that. And I'll definitely get some romance going to accompany this adventure, that is, if you'd like me to. Well, me hearties, if that be the thing ye desire most, then let me know by clickin' that bloomin' button down there that be sportin' the word 'go' on it, ye catch me drift?