Author's Notes: Yet another story. This one should be updated often, but I can not promise that. Sphynx is starting college in two weeks, and she is a little nervous about how this will effect her story writing. I should at least try to have a chapter up once a week or maybe every two weeks. Probably on weekends. Or sugar highs. Whichever comes first. This is our attempt at a drama fic rather than a humor one. We'll see how we do.

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Over My Head

"Cap'n? Couldn't we 'ave picked a place that was a little more . . . sunny?"

Joshamee Gibbs looked hopefully toward the younger man in front of him, but his hopes were dashed as the Captain shook his head. "Do not be fooled by looks, Mr. Gibbs." the taller man muttered, gazing around the prison with a frown. "A prison can hold many treasures one can not find on land. And how can one find what isn't found on land without going to the place where one can find it?"

Gibbs nodded, used to Jack's long-winded drawls. "What exactly are we looking for?"

"I don't know."

"Ye mean we're going after somethin' we don't know anything about?"

"No. We're going after a treasure specifically described by Tia Dalma as "the greatest treasure ever found". Therefore, we aren't going after something we don't know anything about, as we do know something about it, just not enough to tell exactly what it is and/or may be."

"Right, then." The older man sighed, jumping as one of the cell doors creaked. "I still wish she could have picked a prettier spot."

A noise caught Jack's attention. A small whimper that came from the cell to their left. Gibb's furrowed his eyebrows, starting at Jack in confusion. Jack shrugged and headed on, stopping dead at the sight of the prisoner. He blinked, turned to Gibbs, and blinked again.

"Mr. Gibbs."

"Yes?"

"Stay there."

Jack set off into the cell, leaving Gibbs behind to wonder what was going on. Hearing another small whimper, Gibbs peaked around the corner of the door.

The prisoner was a woman. A young woman by the looks of things. What little of her clothes that remained were in tatters, exposing parts that shouldn't be seen. Jack was leaning over her, brushing hair out of her face, biting his lip. Suddenly, he looked up.

"Mr. Gibbs, fetch a blanket."

"Cap'n?"

"Now."

Gibbs fetched the blanket. Jack snatched it away from Gibbs' hands, covering the woman before lifting her into his arms. The concerned look on Jack's face worried Gibbs. It wasn't like Jack to care about prisoners of any sort, much less a woman in a prison. Not to mention they still hadn't found their treasure.

Once back on the Pearl, Jack took the young lady into his cabin and laid her down on his bed. She came to life only for a moment, screaming and struggling against Jack's hold on her. Her brown eyes widened as if they recognized something before she promptly passed out.

"Cap'n?"

Jack turned towards Gibbs, his dark brown eyes showing something the first mate had never seen before. "Mr. Gibbs. Watch her while I take care of some things. Do not, under any circumstances, allow any of the crew to touch her. Savvy?"

"Understood, Cap."

Jack nodded, and headed toward AnaMaria's cabin. Left alone with curious stares from the rest of the crew, Gibbs took advantage of the moment to study the woman. What he saw took his breath away.

On the bed lay the bruised, battered, and torn body of what had once been Elizabeth Turner.