A/N I'm baaacck! I am so so so so so sorry! I've been really busy, with schoolwork and junk. And now…

The storm raged mercilessly as the great battle continued. Yells and screams of dismay echoed throughout the two ships, and many fell lifeless to the waters of the sea. Guns rattled off, some clashings of metal and booms of falling wood were everywhere on the watery battlefield, and the rain continued to pound upon the ships.

"Jack, we've nearly run out of crew! They're all dead!" Mr. Gibbs yelled after shooting his musket toward one unknowing enemy pirate. The captain, however, seemed to not have heard him – It seemed to him that he was in a sick trance, blood splattered on his face. A large gash, about four inches long, had marked itself on his good sword arm, and every move he made with it seemed to make him agony more.

"Damn this!" He heard Will call as he plunged a sword into one of Barbossa's many recruits. He, too, had suffered many injuries, and almost had gotten his arm chopped off in one part of the battle. His eyes glanced over to Jack, who was busy fighting three pirates at once.

However, Elizabeth was, indeed, a part of the fight, her clothes soaked and she herself soaked to the bone in salt water and rain. As the 'Pearl rocked to the left with a jolt, she grabbed onto the side of the ship and shot a man that she had been fighting, in the eye socket. Must've hurt.

Jack, now, had suffered another wound. The battle wasn't going to well at all, but the captain was determined to not let Barbossa steal his ship again. He had defeated the mutineer once, had he not? He was going to again, no matter how many pirates the other captain had. As he began to advance on another one of Barbossa's, he heard a muffled scream from a familiar voice, and thrust his head to his left to see four of Barbossa's men dragging Will to Barbossa's boat. Scowling, Sparrow finished off his opponent and ran toward Will's aid. But by then, the enemy pirates had already dragged him halfway toward his boat, and by the time Jack began to grab a rope, Will had arrived on Barbossa's ghostly ship.

Jack growled and began to swing over to the other ship. But it was too late. The plank connecting the two ships had fallen into the water, and Barbossa's ship began to sail away at full speed, and if Jack had not kept clinging to the rope he was swinging on, he would've fallen into the raging waters below. Staring off to Barbossa's boat, he would regret being too late to save Will, for the other ship seemed to have disappeared in mist.

And finally, there was a loud scream.

Then silence.

James stared at him. The captain stared back.

"Thanks for sharin'…" He mumbled, looking down. The captain said nothing, but looked at Will.

"Shall you continue, or should I?" Jack asked dryly. Turner clenched his jaw and sighed.

"I will." The blacksmith declared. "But, I'm going to tell them." He gave a side-glance to his wife before continuing. "But the rest will be told later. Right now, even your lives are in danger. You see, Barbossa has seduced Ben into revenge. He's already told him everything about… us." He paused.

Will stared at him, as well as his friends. Their own lives were in danger? And he couldn't help but thinking how they knew everything…

"So. We're going to have to go to the Caribbean." Jack said, breaking the silence. "Savvy?"