Author's Note:

So I'm sorry about the delay. Really, really sorry. I couldn't find my copy of Pirates of the Caribbean, it was so sad! Then I remembered that it was still in my laptop from the last time I'd written.

Boy did I ever feel dumb.

Anyway we're really getting to the end of this story, (I'll miss POTC so much!), so if anyone has a suggestion I'd love to hear it. So far Starpossum and Enigmagirl2727 are the only person who has offered me any suggestions.

Speaking of thanking people, thanks to all of the people who reviewed me. Thanks to, Starpossum, Sue-Anne Sparrow , enigmagirl2727, and LOTRlover1066. Also thank you if you even bothered to read my story.

Chapter #10

An hour later I was back on a ship. Being on the ship was not helping my hangover which had gotten much worse. The rocking of the ship was making me feel very sick. Luckily, (or not), there wasn't anything in my stomach for me to throw up. If I had eaten anything it would have ended up over the side of the ship.

Sometimes, I guess, fate knows what it's doing.

"But we've got to save Will," Elizabeth was arguing.

"No," her father answered, "You're safe now."

"Yeah safe all right," I moaned, "safe from blinding headaches and rolling stomachs."

"We will return to Port Royal immediately," Governor Swann continued, "not go gallivanting after pirates."

"Jack's the pirate. I thought Will was a blacksmith," I interrupted, "since when has he been a pirate?"

"Since he participated in the commandeering of a ship," Commodore Norrington answered me, "we can not help him."

"Oh," I answered, "that's very interesting."

"Then we condemn him to death!" Elizabeth cried passionately.

"The boy's fate," her father answered, "is regrettable, but then, so was his decision to engage in piracy."

"To rescue me," Elizabeth countered, "to prevent anything from happening to me."

"I wish someone had done that for me," I whined. As usual everyone else simply annoyed me.

"If I may be so bold," Jack piped up, "as to inject my professional opinion." He walked over to us closely followed by two soldiers I remembered seeing once or twice around Port Royal. "The Pearl was listing near to scuppers after the battle."

"What did you say?" I asked wondering if he'd even spoken English. Everyone else however, even the two random soldiers, were nodding knowledgably as if they understood exactly what'd he said.

The discouraging thing was they probably did. It didn't think that they were good actors.

"What did you mean?" I asked again.

"It means," Jack answered, "it's very unlikely she'll be able to make good time. Think about it," he urged Commodore Norrington, "the Black Pearl. The last real pirate threat in the Caribbean mate. How can you pass that up, right?"

"By remembering that I serve others, Mr. Sparrow, not only myself," the Commodore answered coldly.

"Commodore," Elizabeth called following him, "I beg you, please do this. For me. As a wedding gift!"

"As a what?" I gasped.

"Elizabeth," Governor Swann said in surprise, "are you accepting the Commodore's proposal?"

"Commodore Norrington proposed to Elizabeth?" I asked stunned. "When was this?"

"You didn't hear about that?" Jack asked. "Even I know about that."

"So you're saying yes to him?" I asked.

"I am," Elizabeth answered as she and Norrington continued to stare at each other.

"A wedding!" Jack cried, "I love weddings! Drink all around!"

"Hear hear!" I shouted enthusiastically immediately forgetting how horrible my earlier drinking had made me feel. The Commodore and Elizabeth turned to glare at us. Well actually Norrington was glaring at Jack and ignoring me.

"I know," Jack sighed, "clap him in irons, right?"

"Aww come on Commodore Norrington," I pleaded, "don't put Jack in irons."

"Mr. Sparrow," Norrington said coming back to where we were standing, "you will accompany these fine men to the helm and provide them with a bearing to Isla de Muerta."

"My Spanish isn't all that great," I began, "but doesn't Isla de Muerta mean…"

"Island of the dead," Elizabeth answered, "yes."

"You will then spend the rest of the voyage," Commodore Norrington continued, "contemplating all possible meanings of the phrase 'silent as the grave', do I make myself clear?"

"Inescapably clear," Jack answered meekly.

"Ouch," I muttered, "that's harsh."

The rest of the voyage went quite smoothly. Elizabeth and I were given soldiers uniforms to where instead of our old dirty cloths.

I kept Jack company for some of the time and spent the rest of the time keeping Elizabeth from going completely insane. She was out of her mind with worry about Will. I tried my best to calm her down, even though I was actually much more concerned with my own safety.

I guess after all we'd been through, despite all of the arguments, Elizabeth and I had become friends.

Go figure.

We finally reached the island of the dead. I was not thrilled to discover that it was the same island where I had met Jack and gotten captured by Barbossa for the second time. Ahh, such lovely memories

Commodore Norrington came and took Jack to help him attack the pirates. A minute later Elizabeth came to me with a question. She told me her question.

I was sure that I'd heard her wrong.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked incredulous.

"I want you to go make sure Will is all right," she repeated slowly as if I was a little slow.

"Why don't you check on Will?"

"I'm going to free the good pirate crew," she told me.

"I could do that," I told her.

"You just go keep Will alive until I come with reinforcements," she told me in a tone of finality.

"Fine," I relented, "but I won't be the one to tell Will you're getting married."

And with that I stormed off to follow Jack and to meet the murderous crew of pirates and their captain Barbossa.