Hey Everybody!

Hope you had a cool crissy, it was SO hot here. My cousins and I had a water-gun fight and we made a water slide. I was soaked by the end of the day!

Anyway, answers:

MeraSparrow: Savvy! Wow, you're a mind reader! KEEP READING AND REVIEWING!

Ogreatrandom: Yeah, thank you. Hope you got some good stuff for Christmas! And thanks for the info on flams/hits.

Nim Fea Edainme: Thanks for reviewing, but I gotta ask: What the hell is a chibi? Just wondering!

Tarusbaby0509: You should see what me and my brother do!

Meofcourse: I'm so happy

That you reviewed

Just so you know

I can conclude

That you are

So wonderful and cool

I love your poem, so

(and though I wish I was in the pool)

I wrote one too

Coz I was grateful for yours

And that's the end (whew!)

Yeah, not as good as yours, but I tried!

Thecoconutkiwi: Are you from New Zealand? Anyway, thanks for your review. I should be making them longer, I know, but I never get enough time to do a really long chapter in one sitting. I'll try for this one though. I normally write until my puppy wakes up and I take her for a walk. She can sleep from ½ an hour to 3.

Kuyaga: Thank you for your review. I know, he probably wouldn't. But he is worried, and he is twelve years older, so… I think he did reveal too much to Elizabeth though.

Thanks for the flame bit, that clears it up!

Spikes-Black-Goddess: Hey, thanks! I haven't had a chance to read yours yet, but I will! What's a prequel?

The empty heart: Hee hee, keep living!

So thanks everyone. Hope you like the next bit!

Love,

SSM ;)

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Meg and Amy lay on the sand, puffing. Their dresses cast off, they sat in their undergarments. (a/n: like the thing Elizabeth was wearing when she was on the island) Meg sat up and looked out to sea. The boat they had been trapped on was slowly sailing away, oblivious to the two girls.

Meg sighed and pulled herself off the ground. She began to walk away.

"Where do you think your going, pirate girl?" Amy called after her.

"Look around."

Meg looked closely at the surroundings. Their where lots and lots of palm trees. The water lapped mockingly at her feet. She kicked up a handful of wet sand, letting it shower back down on herself.

"Shit!" Meg stopped and sat down in the shallows. Her foot had blood trickiling down it. She searched for the cause. Maybe a rugged shell…

Meg ran her hands gently over the sand, and picked up a piece of glass. She stared at it. It looked quite weird. It was almost like…

"A bottle neck!" She murmured, holding it in between her thumb and forefinger. She smelt the mouthpiece. It was a very faint odour of rum.

Slowly, Meg looked up. She looked, really looked, at the island. She wondered why she hadn't seen it to begin with. Meg pulled herself up and ran over to a massive pile of rubble.

She climbed on the pile gingerly. Their where crates and barrels mostly, and some trees. It was all covered in soot. There had obviously been a fire. Meg brushed off some of the soot from one of the crates. There where some words on it.

"The…" Meg squinted, trying to make out the words. "Rum… runners. The rumrunners… supply… of… rum."

She pulled open one of the crates. Most of it was burnt, but there where still bottles. Someone had set this pile of things alight…

"AMY!" Meg screamed, running as fast as she could back to the little spot that her sister was lying. "Amy, ya'll never guess wha' I found."

"Food, I hope." Amy said, sitting up.

"No, better. We migh' be able ta get off of this island. Someone else was on it before, they had a fire goin', and their not 'ere now."

Amy raised her eyebrows at Meg. "Hasn't your Captain Sparrow ever told you?"

Meg shook her head, bewildered.

Amy folded her arms, feeling delighted for the opportunity to tell Meg something she didn't know. "About twelve years ago, my Mother and Mr Sparrow where trapped on this island. Another pirate made them walk the plank. Anyway, this island was a cache used by the rumrunners. There where many barrels and crates of rum left over, the rumrunners went out of business you see. Anyway, Sparrow got quite drunk on the rum. While he was sleeping, my Mother took all of the food and rum and made a massive bonfire. Not an hour later, a ship came and rescued them. All thanks to Mama."

Meg's brow creased, deep in concentration. "Twelve years?" She asked softly.

Before Amy could answer, Meg shook herself softly. "Well, lets get the fire going then."

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Three Hours Later:

The girls sat in silence, watching their fire flicker into the night. The sand was warm under their feet, and they had managed to catch one fish they shared between themselves.

"I was really scared when you first came, you know." Amy murmured, so low that Meg wondered if she had just imagined it.

"Scared? 'Cause I beat you up?" Meg replied, taking the chance to lie in the sand.

"No, before that. I was scared … I-was-scared-that-you-would-take-Mother-away-from-me." Amy said, all in a rush so she couldn't take it back.

Meg closed her eyes. They had found three bottles of rum still in the underground trapdoor thing Amy had shown Meg, and had shared it between them. It made Meg rather sleepy. "Take ya Mother away from ya? Amy, she came lookin' for me."

"I know. It made me feel like I wasn't good enough, like she had to find something better. And she was so, so happy when she did find you, I was so sure she would forget about me."

Meg pulled herself up and reached for Amy's shoulder. "It's ok…"

Amy wrenched herself away from Meg's hand. "It's not ok, you idiot. We are trapped on a tiny island, with only the palm-trees and fish to keep us company, and no hope of escaping. Don't you dare tell me it will be ok."

Meg lent back, and looked hard at Amy for a few seconds. "Wow." She muttered, squinting at her.

"What is it?"

"Ya do 'ave a stroke o' intelligence after all." Meg mused, standing up to put more wood onto the fire.

"What do you mean?"

"I always thought tha' ya was a little prissy lass with more curls then brains, bu' you where only jealous. Interestin'."

"It is not interesting." Amy spat, standing up as well and stalking over to Meg to help her with the wood. "What's interesting is how we will get off this island."

Meg snorted, but didn't answer. Amy sat down again in a huff. "This is all of your fault anyway."

"My fault? How can it be my fault?" Meg asked, bemused.

"They only kidnapped us when they found out you where in contact with Mr Sparrow." Amy said, with an air of explaining two plus two equals four to a very emotional toddler. "If you had of kept your mouth shut, they might have let us go!"

Meg widened her eyes. "Wha' about you? PARLEY? An' let me quote ya: Accordin' ta the 'ode of the Brethren set down by the pirates Morgan an' Bartholomew ya 'ave ta takes me to ya captain. The CAPTAIN was right there. Ooh, weren't you so, so clever? NO!"

"Hey, at least I didn't…" Amy's voice trailed off, trying to think of something stupid Meg had done.

"See? You can't think of anythin' – "

"Say, lets jump off the boat, they won't get us then!"

"Well, they won't, will they?"

"You are unbelievable!"

"At least I'm not a freak who thinks jus' cause 'er Mother is lookin' for her other daughter, she will forget about me."

"Hey, you don't know what it's like!"

"How would ya feel if who ya though' was ya father wasn't even related to ya?"

"He's a pirate!"

"SO AM I!"

"NO YOUR NOT! YOU ARE RELATED TO ME, SO YOU CAN'T BE!"

"I can be whatever I damn-well wanna be."

"Oh, whatever."

"Oh, wha'ever."

"Shut up!"

"Shu' up!"

They ignored each other for the rest of the night, and both fell asleep in front of the fire.