HEY EVERYONE! (Sorry, I'm really hyped up for Christmas)

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Grateful For Greg (aka Shalafi): Thanks! Yeah, you should write one, they're so, so much fun! And thanks for clearing up the name business, I was confused!

MeraSparrow: Cheers mate! Hope you like this chapter as much as the last.

Dancin: Cool, you don't have to.

Ogreatrandom: No not looking good at all, my brother thinks that everyone should die (no, I'm not taking his advice!) And thank you so much, glad you like it!

Piret-inxs: Hey, thanks! I'm not being rude, just curious, but how come you named yourself Piret-inxs? Just wondering!

Spikes-Black-Goddess: I love Fear Factor! And now I'm not sure about the puppies and kids thing, my dog has just ripped open one of my Christmas presents that where under the tree! Needless to say, she's in a bit of trouble now! I had a lot of trouble posting the first few chapters of this story too, and I left them for a few days and then tried. It worked fine then.

Taurusbaby0509: Thank you! Yeah, my friend (oh all right, I helped) did this to his older sister's friends one time when she had been saying what a brat and a pain he was. I though it was pretty clever!

To everyone out there who's reading this: I hope you all have a fantastic Christmas. (Ooh, aren't I being a rebel. I'm saying MERRY CHISTMAS like we should instead of Seasons Greetings. Oh no!)

And to every one of different religions: have a good holiday!

Love you all,

SSM ;)

PS: Does anyone know what a flame is? Not as in the burning kind, but some people on their summaries write no flames please. What is that?

PPS: Another thing: My computer says I have had 2246 hits. What are they?

Thanks!

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Meg hung limply, trying to drown out Amy's hyperventilating cries.

"I don't think I can feel my feet. I really don't. This rope is cutting off my circulation… it's really only a matter of time, Meg, before our bodies are so deprived of blood that we stop breathing and we rot here forever – "

"Amy, we're goin' ta die anyway so why don't ya stop talkin'? Save ya energy, you'll need tha' extra air ta breath in when ya rottin' body falls into the ocean."

Amy stopped talking. For two seconds. "If we fall into the ocean, do you think we will drown or be eaten by sharks? I think I'd rather drown, that's so more romantic – "

Meg sucked in her breath and let it out slowly. "Amy, I don't think this is the time ta be worryin' about romance. Savvy?"

Amy continued as if she hadn't heard. "And then maybe a boat of nice people will come and rescue us…"

Meg ignored Amy and looked at the ropes carefully, like she had done for the last five hours. Her hands where bounded together, like Amy's. They where behind her back. Her feet rested on a nail, and they where constrained together with rope. Her and Amy where shoulder to shoulder, rope tying them.

Meg sighed and turned to look at her sister. She stared at her. Amy noticed and cut herself off.

"What?"

Meg didn't answer. She only continued to look at Amy's neck. "What's that?" She asked, cocking her head and looking at the gold necklace cross Amy wore.

Amy smiled. "Oh, that's the necklace mother gave me. It was so expensive, it cost – "

"Can I see it?" Meg interrupted, leaning as far forward as the rope permitted her. Amy did the same. Meg looked at it for a few seconds. It wasn't like anything she had seen. The end was so sharp, it could cut through skin …

"Or rope." Meg breathed.

"Beg pardon?"

Before Amy had figured out what she had done, Meg pushed herself forward and grasped the chain in her teeth. Amy screamed and pulled back, breaking the chain and leaving Meg with the cross.

"You idiot, what where you thinking?" She screamed. "Do you know how much that is worth?"

Meg didn't pay any attention. With the cross in her mouth, she tilted her head around and dropped the cross into her hands. She twisted one around and began to scratch at the rope with it.

Amy watched, dumbfounded as in less then five minutes the rope came free and fell into the deep ocean. Meg leant forward and started on her feet.

"Hey… you'll help me too, right?" Amy said uncertainly. "It's my cross, after all."

Meg began on the ropes that encircled her chest. They broke fee of her and Amy.

She quickly cut Amy's ropes off her hands and feet too, and they both silently climbed down the mast. Everyone was asleep. They walked past the kitchen, the stairway to the cabins, the captain's office.

BANG!

Meg spun around to see Amy in a heap on the floor with a broom. "I tripped!" She whispered.

"WHAT'S GOING ON OUT THERE?" Captain Bear's voice rang out into the silent ocean.

Meg grabbed Amy's arm and haled her up.
"Over here!" Amy hissed, ducking behind a barrel. Meg followed. They watched as a clearly drunken Captain walked out of his office and looked around. He slowly looked up at the mast where they where minutes before.

He let out a drunken roar. "EVERYBODY UP HERE NOW! THE BITCHES ESCAPED!"

He began to stagger around the deck, looking for them. " 'Ome out, little lasses." He slurred. Amy huddled closer to Meg, breathing softly. "I promise we'll be nice. 'Ome out… we won't put ya up there again. I know you're here, daughter of Jack Sparrow."

Members of the crew started to come up on deck and helped look for them. They began to get very close to the barrel.

"Over 'ere." Meg murmured, slinking around the barrels and creates. They stopped at the one closest to the plank. They lent as close as they could to each other, watching as the pirates rummaged around frantically.

"There not here!" One yelled.

"Of course they are! Where else could they go?"

"What if they managed to get down into the bottom to the boat?"

"That's impossible!"

"You said it was impossible for them to get down from the mast."

The captain swore loudly. "Alright! Percy, Jacob, Maurice and Bird, stay up here and keep looking. The rest of ya, come down with me ta the bottom."

The crew dashed off, leaving only four.

"This is impossible, we can't go anywhere!" Amy whispered to Meg. "We can't just keep hiding, they'll find us eventually!"

Meg didn't say anything. She looked around, and her eyes rested on the plank. "Aye, but wha' if we weren't on the boat?"

Amy followed her sister's gaze and drew in her breath. "We'll drown! There's no land for miles – "

Meg pointed over to a little island, not too far away.

Amy shifted uncomfortably. "I can't swim that well!"

"I really don't want ta be tied ta a mast again!"

Amy stayed silent for a few seconds. Then, hesitantly, she nodded. "Let's do it."

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Percy, Bird, Maurice and Jacob turned and ran to the edge of the boat as they all heard two splashes. Nothing happened.

"Wha' was tha'?" Bird asked. The rest shrugged, and continued with their search.

Not bothering to look all around the boat.

A/N: Hope you like it, any suggestions send them to me! Have a Merry Christmas!