A/N: Yes, yes, I have not updated in so long, but here is number four. I especially like chapter 5, so if you review (three reviews sound alright) maybe I'll just do a Will Turner one, or just a Jack one...

Disclaimer: I don't own it.

Chapter 4:

Parley...?

The last thing that Jack saw was an oar coming right at his head. When he woke up, everything was out of focus.

Trying to stand up, Jack used the oar left next to him. He could see now, but he felt lightheaded. Jack listened for voices and heard some coming from the tunnel.

"Will might be down there," Jack slurred. "Bloody whelp, he'll get me found out."

Jack stepped backward to try and balance himself from falling, but he had no such luck. He continued swaying backwards, down the tunnel. Hearing the clicks of pistols, he found the sudden ability to stop himself.

Turning around, he was face to face with at least ten pistols and a few knives belonging to his old crew.

Not good, Jack thought to himself.

His old crew stared at him as if he was a ghost, then Pintel realized that he wasn't. After all, he was the smartest of the bunch.

"Your not dead," He might have been the smartest of those pirates, but he still wasn't the brightest crayon in the box.

"Am I not?" Jack looked down at himself, patting his coat down, looking confused and then he understood what was being said to him. "Oh."

Jack turned around and walked back up the tunnel, but was met by pistols and swords in his face from the other members of his old crew. Deciding that it might not be the best of circumstances, he turned around again and was met by the raised weapons of Pintel and his gang.

It was not one of the best situations that Jack Sparrow had ever been in.

"Puh lee," Jack stuttered. "Puhleluluh."

That's not it. Jack snapped his fingers.

"Parsnip...parl, parl..."

If Pintel wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, than Raghetti would have been black.

"Parley?" Raghetti supplied.

"That's the one!" Jack shouted and pointed at him. "Parley!"

Pintel had enough of his clueless buddy.

"Parley?.!...Down to the depths to whatever mutton head thought up parley!"

Now it was Jack's turn to be helpful. He always seemed to know when people needed to be taught a lesson, "That would be the French, inventors of mayonnaise-"

"I like mayonnaise."

Jack was slightly ruffled that he had been interrupted, but covered it up nicely, trying to finish the trivia of France, "Shame about the French, really. Obsessed with raisins. Humiliated grapes, really."

The crew just stood there, staring blankly.

"Think about it," Jack said.

One of the pirates answered, "I don't know."

Dead beat, Jack thought, but wanted to continue distracting them.

"Fantastic singers, the French," he whistled and twisted his hand in the air for effect. "Eunuchs. All of 'em."

"I used to date a eunuch," Pintel said.

Silence.

"I'll get me coat," Jack grimaced and turned around to get out. He forgot about those pirates behind him.

Jack squinted at the group of pirates. They laughed and pointed their weapons at him again, daring him to move.

"Let's bring 'im to Barbossa!" Raghetti yelled.

Jack put his hands up in protest. It was too late, however, and the yelling pirates brought Jack straight to the small tunnel's entrance. He still had his oar, though, lucky duck.

Barbossa was standing there with his arms folded.

Pintel told him, "We've found Jack Sparrow, Captain."

All the pirates filed around Barbossa, leaving Jack in the middle leaning on his oar.

Barbossa paced away from Jack then turned around, "How the blazes did you get off that island?"

Jack fought a wave of dizziness and leaned on his oar for support, "You forgot one very important thing, mate."

"And what is that?"

Jack smiled a smile that melts devoted female followers, "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

Fine, so Jack won't tell me the truth, Barbossa thought. Then he spoke to his crew, "Gents, ye all remember Captain Jack Sparrow...?"

There were murmurings and collective 'yeah's from the group.

"Kill him," Barbossa walked away from him.

Jack hid his gulp, but suddenly gained confidence in something he remembered.

There were clicks all around him. It's now or never.

"The girl's blood didn't work, did it?" Jack Sparrow couldn't die now.

Barbossa spun around, "You know who'd blood we need."

Yet again Jack used the delightfully charming kill-fangirl smile, "I know who's blood you need."

(Please insert fangirl squeal here. Thank you).

A/N: So, how did you like it? In the review, you can even tell me how bad it is, if you feel like that is how it was. You can tell me what kind of story to write next, too. Majority rules, but then again, maybe the minority...is it Jack or Will, Will or Jack? Or is it Elizabeth...? I don't know unless you tell me. Now there's a good man (or woman, i'm just trying to keep the effect here)

Tell me how you like it!