A/N: Well, my friends, this part of the tale is as clear as if it happened just last year…oh that's right, it did! But how much are you ready to know? Maybe it's too soon to give you such juicy details, so much drama, all of that suspense and action…Hmm…Yes, I think I know just what to tell you about next…

Chewy518—You'll have to read and find out what's going on!

Terradaina—It may not seem right, but you gotta love it! And I'm glad I'm keeping you interested and laughing.

Orlando's Hot Chick—Hey, don't get mad at me, I'm just telling what happened! Don't worry, things will get better for them….or will they?

Oocssuck—Welcome, reader! Wow. You must reeeeally like Jack and Ana. I'm glad that you like my version of their relationship and their separate characteristics, as well. Animal magnetism…you're hilarious. I hadn't thought of it that way, but I likey. Yes, Alisa does have her reasons. What are they? You'll just have to wait and see. Will Anamaria beat Alisa's ass? You'll just have to wait and see. Will there be a hot scene between Jack and Ana Baby? Well…you'll just have to wait and see on that too!

Chapter 12: Guns, Blades, and Grenades

The day had been long and hard, full of explanations and excuses. Will was now at home, enjoying his evening away from the office. Everything at work had been taken care of, but he still cringed every time he thought about the snickers that were directed at him, the looks that said 'poor kid'. Diarrhea…sometimes I'd swear Norrington does this stuff on purpose! He sat down on his sofa and began flipping through the channels on his 36" TV. Every time a commercial came on, his mind drifted to his work assignment. Norry had briefed him on their task with the creative team; they were to help January Records create an advertising campaign for their latest addition: up and coming music sensation K.R.U.N.K. The members included young teens by the names of Kaletra, Ricky, Ula, NayNae, and Kevin and their songs were a fresh mix of punk rock and hip hop. That was the only information the team had to work with so far and, frankly, that was stressing everyone out, especially since they only had two weeks to deliver promising results. This was going to be one of Ionary's toughest jobs yet. A commercial came on for a popular department store with kids dancing in the electronics section celebrating a New Year's sale. How about that? We could have them dance through a department store to sell their CD…he thought to himself as he began to drift into a long awaited sleep.

Here we go, William. I hope you're ready for the night of your life, Alisa thought as she stood at the door to Will's apartment. She had already knocked twice, but there was no answer. She took a survey of her surroundings. The area was dark with no people. Good. She rushed back to her truck and pulled out her black backpack. Taking out a thick strong rope about five yards long she chuckled. I thought I'd be using this later, but sooner is just as good. Looking around one last time, she threw one end over his balcony railing leaving half of the rope hanging off each side of the post. She tied both ends into a loose knot and then pulled the longest end with all her might. The end result was a tight knot at the balcony post and a long line of rope hanging down for her to climb. Perfect. Luckily, Miss Alisa worked out five times a week, so using her arms to pull her body up the rope and over the railing was quick and easy. She untied the rope and put it back into her bag before walking through the balcony doors which had been left slightly open.

Her heart melted just a tad at the sight of the man in front of her. He looks so…cute. Will's head was lulled over the arm of the couch, his dark waves messy from sleep and his mouth was open with…a bit of…drool coming out of it…Ew! Alisa thought. She was about to wake him when a bit on the news distracted her.

What Alisa didn't know was that Will was currently dreaming. He was back on the ship except this time it wasn't sunny and peaceful, it was dark and violently stormy. A bunch of men were on deck running about trying to get the ship to steady itself atop the rocky waters. Will was scared as he stumbled about on deck; he was trying to find someone…suddenly he felt himself slipping on the rain-slicked wood, sliding closer and closer to ship's edge. The girl from his previous dream with the dark brown curls was running toward him and screaming something, but he couldn't hear her. In fact, the whole world went silent as he saw his sure death coming closer and closer…but then a boy a few years older than him swept him up into his strong hands just in time.

He jolted awake to find himself in adulthood and on a couch.

"Will! I was just about to wake you…are you alright? You look pale,"Alisa said to him with a look of concern. He sighed with relief, glad that the dream was over.

"No, I'm fine. Um…how'd you get in here?" He raised an eyebrow at the girl in front of him who was dressed in all black. Is she going for the CIA agent look? Or the burglar look?

"You left your front door unlocked," she lied. "What? Did you forget about movie night?" He smacked his forehead.

"Oh right! I'm sorry I was just so tired," he began but she interrupted.

"Oh that's alright, Will. I can handle the client by myself if you're too tired. And I'm sure he wouldn't mind going with me to a movie afterwards," she joked. But after emphasizing the "he" she got the reaction that she wanted.

"No way! I don't want some strange guy taking you to a movie when you could take me! Just let me change my shirt." He winked as he said this and he briskly walked to his room. So far so good, Alisa thought as she watched the bedroom door shut behind him.

James Norrington was getting on her last nerve. The little afternoon date that he and Elizabeth had gone on went terribly. It was so terrible that it only lasted about 20 minutes; by the time the waiter came back to serve the food, Elizabeth was making her way through the restaurant doors. The whole time, James either complained about Will or complained about Will. It was a bunch of 'Will is not making work any easier by not showing up' and 'I do wish Will would go to Alisa's house when he wanted care…better yet, the hospital!' She sighed and rolled her eyes as she turned off her cell phone. This was the fifteenth time that he had called her since their bad date. Doesn't he get it? I don't want to talk to him! , she thought which made her think of something else: I don't want to talk to him, but I also don't want to spend the evening alone.

"Elizabeth, what's taking you so long?" Her father's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I'll be there in a sec!"

"Hurry, the photographer is getting impatient," he called inside the make-up room before rushing back to the set. Liz fought the urge to yell that she didn't give a damn what that photographer wanted; it wouldn't have been very professional of her. She was in the make up room of the OpticLook color contacts photo shoot for their new "teen" advertising approach. The lights were hot shining down on her and the place smelled like old Chinese food; the photo man's high-pitched, fruity Italian accent was getting on her nerves more than James' phone calls…she needed a break, but no one understood.

"Ah, Eleeezabeth, es about time! Time es moneeey, bambina, time es moneey!" he screeched while waving around a camera.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry," she said as she set herself on the barstool that was positioned in front of a black background. He steadied the camera and she gave him a fitting facial expression, but suddenly he began to yell again.

"Ay yi yi! Are those green contacts? They are supposed to be the blue ones!" Elizabeth groaned as two assistants came rushing towards her and a third consoled the now hyperventilating photographer.

"What a drama king…" she muttered to herself as she waited for the next half hour of her life to pass by.

When she finally got home it was-surprisingly-only seven o' clock. She took a relaxing shower and then went to call Alisa, but before she dialed the number, she noticed that her dial tone had a double beep. Someone had left a message.

'Please enter your password', the automated message said. R-O-Y-A-L-E, Elizabeth punched in.

'One new message'.

"Elizabeth! I need help. Please, get Jack! I'm at the-"

'End of message. To delete, press…" The operator's voice droned on as Liz stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded.

"Will…" she whispered, clutching the phone, her knuckles and face the same pale white. In that moment it was as if the whole world had disappeared. All she could hear was his desperate voice playing in her head. And then the next moment everything was back to normal and she sprang into action. She slammed the phone down, threw on her coat, and grabbed her cell and car keys. She had closed her door behind her and was about to lock it when she realized that she forgot something. She ran back inside and sped down her basement stairs. Running to the back window, she knelt down and lifted a floor board away from the rich pine floor. Inside the space was an assortment of guns, blades, and grenades which she tossed into her gym bag. Just in case, she assured herself. Just in case.

Since she was speeding down the expressway, she got to Jack's mansion in under 30 minutes. Liz knocked on Jack's door. No answer.

"Grrr…I know you're home and I don't have time for this," she growled under her breath as she quietly used a blade to cut a circle in the glass window and reached her arm in to unlock the door. Slipping inside, she was about to call his name when she realized he was not alone. By straining her ears, Liz was able to recognize Anamaria's voice talking in a stern and worried manner. She walked upstairs and pressed her ear against the bedroom door.

"Jack Nathaniel Sparrow, listen to me!"

"Damn Davy Crockett, woman! Do you really have to use my government name like that?" Liz opened the door a teensie bit to peek through. She saw Jack take a swig of rum…then Ana snatched the bottle from his hand and sent it slamming against the far wall. Jack's tan skin almost looked pale. His eyes got wide as he rushed over to the glass shards and puddle of liquid, kneeling down and looking back and forth from the mess to Ana with a look of pure shock on his face.

"Now if you don't listen to me, that'll be every bottle of bloody rum you possess," she said menacingly.

"Alright, alright I'll listen. Just please…calm down!"

"I'm telling you, Jack, something is wrong! I tried to call Alisa and she didn't answer, I tried Elizabeth, no luck. Something is wrong with him, I can feel it," she insisted while shaking her boyfriend's shoulders.

"Alright, darling, what should we do?" Jack asked, his eyes searching her face. After all these years he knew just how to read Ana, knew just how to comfort her, but he had never seen her so worried that she was close to tears. Liz took this as her cue. Fully opening the door, she stepped inside the room. They stared at her.

"If you're talking about Will, then Anamaria's right. He is in trouble," she said quietly.

"What can you tell us, bonnie?" Jack asked as Ana hurriedly threw on some proper winter attire.

"Well, he left me a message saying that he needs help and to come get you. He was about to tell me where he was but…it cut off," she told them.

"So…how are we gonna find him, Jack?" Maria asked.

"Come on, bonnie. Can't you tell me anythin' else?" When she shook her head no at him he took her head in his hands and bent down to look her level in the eye. "Miss Swann. Please. Think hard. Do you remember any…background noise?" She closed her eyes and thought back. Her mouth was dry and her heart was beating very fast.

Elizabeth! I need help.

"I think I hear…shouting. Men shouting," she whispered.

"Good. Uh, what are they shouting?"

I need help Please…

"Something like 'captain's quarters'". Anamaria and Jack shared a dark glance at that information.

"Alright, lass. Tell me more…"

Please, get Jack!
"There's something else…a methodic sound…"

"What is it Liz, what is it?" Ana gently encouraged.

Please, get Jack!

"It's…"

I need help.

"I think it's…"

Elizabeth!

"It must be water. Yes, it's water."

I'm at the-

"He's at the Jolly Roger," Jack confirmed in a grim tone.

"The Jolly Roger?" Elizabeth opened her eyes; Will's haunting message finally stopped playing in her head.

"Yeah, luv. The Jolly Roger," Anamaria said. "I'm afraid that he's on Barbossa's wretched ship."

A/N: And there we have it. I know it took a long time to update, but I hope this'll quench ye thirst for a bit. Please do us all a favor and review, me lovely.