Chapter 6

Port Royal-

Alexa and Jenny gasped as they saw Will hit the pirate with his hatchet.

"Let's follow him!" Alexa said eagerly.

"Yeah!" Jenny smiled.

Alexa waited, but she heard no comment from Christie or Alex. She whipped around and saw only Jenny.

"Oh, great," she said sarcastically. "We lost them!"

"Or they lost us," Jenny mused. She rolled her eyes.

"Let's just try to keep up with Will, shall we?"

They ran after the dark haired man, just to find him at the mercy of one of the pirates.

"Grapple!" Alexa said. Jenny nodded and waited.

"Say goodbye!" the Grapple said.

A cannonball soared through the air, unhinging the sign above Will and Grapple's heads. It swung down and hit Grapple in the head, knocking him out.

"Goodbye!" Will said.

Suddenly there was a shout—actually, there were three—that drew Will's, Alexa's and Christie's attentions.

"Will!" there was a young woman and two girls in the hands of a bunch of pirates heading towards the docks.

"Jenny!" the redhead shouted.

"Alexa!" the brunette shouted.

"Elizabeth! Alex! Christie!" Will, Jenny and Alexa shouted back, at the same time.

Then, out of nowhere, more looting pirates came rushing past, saying, "Outta my way, scum!" They were all too preoccupied about what they had just seen and done to really notice. Jenny felt a sharp pain on the back of her head. The last thing she saw was Will and Alexa crumpling to the ground, and then—black.

The jail-

"Well, well, well. Look at what we have here, Twigg!" Koehlen mocked. "Captin Jack Sparrow!" Megan watched angrily as Twigg spat at the floor in front of Jack. "Last time I saw you, you was all alone, on a godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance. His fortunes aren't improved much."

At this, Megan sprang forward to help her newfound friend, but Jack stopped her in her tracks by covering her mouth with his hand. He did this without taking his eyes off of his tormentors.

Koehler and Twigg eyed the girl with distaste, but made no comments.

"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen." Jack said matter-of-factly, taking his hand way from Megan's mouth, motioning (so that the others couldn't see) for her to stay away. "The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers."

Koehler grimaced and reached through the bars to grab Jack's throat. His fingers found their mark.

Megan gasped as his arm was illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the window of their cell – his skeletal arm, that is.

Jack looked down his nose at the bones in rags holding his throat. "So there is a curse...that's interesting."

The pirate glared at him. "You know nothing of hell," he said. He tore his arm out of the cell and both pirates left the way they came.

Megan ran to the door of the cell and called, "Yeah! Well, just you wait, 'cos you'll know way more about hell than you ever wanted to learn! Savvy?!

Jack just concentrated on the bone that he was still holding. "That's very interesting..."

The Black Pearl-

Christie and Alex shivered as they drew closer to the Black Pearl. Suddenly, Christie got a plan – a good plan, if she does say so herself. She, Alex and Elizabeth were sitting on the middle bench of the tiny rowboat, so she leaned over to Alex.

"I gots a plan – just go along!" Alex nodded, too terrified to speak. Christie leaned over the other way towards Elizabeth.

"Miss Swann?" 'There's nothing wrong with starting out polite' she thought to herself. Elizabeth bent her head towards Christie.

"Yes?"

"I have a plan. We're gonna follow you!"

Elizabeth looked quizzically at Christie. "How are you to do that, Miss...?"

"Christie. Just Christie. And she's Alex."

"Christie. How are you to follow me, may I ask?" Elizabeth inquired.

"Never mind. Just pretend you don't know nothin', okay?" Elizabeth nodded. "Just do what you think you should do, and everything will turn out all right."

'It's all going to plan,' Christie thought.

Finally, they reached the Black Pearl. They were dragged onto the ship and saw the whole crew waiting on deck for them. One of the pirates stepped forward.

"I didn't know we was takin' on captives."

Pintel glared at him. "They've invoked the right of parley with Captain Barbossa!"

Elizabeth stepped forward. "I am here to negotiate –"but before she could finish, Bo'sun backhanded her. "You will speak when spoken to."

Alex gasped as Captain Barbossa stepped out of nowhere and grabbed Bo'sun's wrist. (Remember, Alex hasn't seen PotC)

"And ye'll not lay a hand on those under the protection of parley."

Bo'sun scowled. "Aye, sir." He put his hand down.

Barbossa smiled a toothy smile at Elizabeth. "My apologies, miss..."

Elizabeth regained her composure and faced the captain. "Captain Barbossa, I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against Port Royal."

The pirate captain chuckled. "There are a lot of long words in there, miss. We're naught but humble pirates. What is it that ye want?"

Elizabeth sighed. Obviously she didn't think she'd have such a hard time getting across to these pirates. "I want you to leave and never come back."

Christie's heart began to beat faster as it got closer to the time when she would put her plan into action.

Alex shuddered as the pirate captain shook his head. "I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request."

Alex just stared at him. "Means no," he explained.

How her friends ever could have enjoyed seeing this movie nearly ten times was beyond her – but the again, it was in the movies, with popcorn and comfortable seats.

And they definitely didn't have any of those.

"Very well," Elizabeth said, walking over to the edge of the ship She pulled out the medallion and said, "I'll drop it." Alex hoped that Christie would get her plan up and running soon...

"Me hold's a-burstin' with swag! That bit of shine matters to us?" Barbossa's tone changed entirely on the next word. "Why?"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. These pirates just had to make everything difficult. "It's what you've been searching for! I recognize this ship! I saw it eight years ago on the crossing from England!

Barbossa grinned. "Did ye, now?" he asked, glancing at the medallion dangling over the sea.

Elizabeth put on a look that clearly said, "Your funeral" and said, "Fine. Well, I suppose if it's worthless, then there's no point in me keeping it."

"Yes, yes, drop it, drop it!" Alex thought.

Elizabeth did drop it, but still held on to the chain that kept it around her neck. She smiled smugly when all of the pirates started forward.

"Ah... ye have a name, missy?" But Pintel interrupted.

"What about them?" he asked, pointing at Christie and Alex.

The captain pushed his arm out of the way. "I asked the lady first. It would be polite to let her answer first, Pintel."

Pintel glanced at Elizabeth. "Aye, sir," he said, downcast.

Barbossa turned back to Elizabeth. "Your name, missy?"

"Elizabeth...Turner. I'm a maid in the governor's household." She curtsied a little, but her eyes never left the captain's. Barbossa turned to the two girls.

"Alright," Christie thought, "time for the plan."

"And what about your names?" Barbossa asked. Christie stepped forward. "I'm Christie Turner, and this is Alex Turner. Elizabeth is our older sister."

Christie heard Pintel whisper, "Bootstrap had three kids? All girls?"

Obviously Barbossa was thinking the same thing. He turned back to Elizabeth. "Are they really your sisters?" he asked, staring at her as though he could see inside her. Elizabeth remembered her promise to Christie and nodded. "Yes, they are also maids." Barbossa grinned. (He does that a lot) "And how does a maid come to earn a trinket such as this? Family heirloom, perhaps?"

Elizabeth glared at him. "We didn't steal it, if that's what you mean."

"Very well," Barbossa said. "You hand it over and we'll put your town to our rudder and ne'er return."

Elizabeth hesitated, but then she handed the medallion over.

Barbossa nodded to Bo'sun. "Still the guns and stow 'em! Signal the men, set the flags, and make good to clear port!" Bo'sun ordered.

Alex and Elizabeth stared at Barbossa. The captain just lied to Elizabeth!

"Wait!" Elizabeth called, and started running after him. "You have to take me to shore! According to the Code of the Brethren – "

Barbossa stopped and turned around. "First, your return to shore was not part of our negotiation, nor our agreement, so I must do nothing. Secondly, you must be a pirate for the pirate's code to apply, and you're not. And thirdly, the code is more what you'd call 'guidelines' than actual rules." He smiled evilly at all of them. "Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Turners"

A/N: sorry this took so long, folks. NORA takes forever to type anything, don't ya, you little eight grader? Well, review, I suppose, and see you all later.... I have a field trip to London to see Romeo and Juliet at the Globe Theatre...standing for three and a half hours...leaving skool at eight thirty, getting back at sever thirty....YIPPIIEEE!

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