Author's Notes:

Here's chapter 2! Sorry it took me a while to update...you know how it is. :D

Thanks to the approximately 140 of you who found my summary interesting enough to check out the story, and a special thank you to the seven of you who bothered to reveiw: Cathelle, Jase Andrews, PheelyKataangPrincess, OneSong05, pirateobsessed, haydenlover19, and Tansiana! You guys would rock my socks if I were wearing some right now.

anyway, this one's a wee bit shorter than the last one...hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2: British Invasion

In which Will is "rescued", Elizabeth gets giddy, and an unexpected person pops in quite unexpectedly.

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"I'm thirsty," remarked Elizabeth quietly as she gazed up at the stars overhead.

"Aren't we all, love," said Jack. "Aren't we all."

Both turned their heads to look at Will, but he was sound asleep.

"I don't know how he does it," said Elizabeth, more than a little envious.

"How he does what?"

"How he can just sleep like that."

"Uhhh…"

"I mean, here we are, stuck on this island, all going to die, and he's asleep. And that's not all…I remember when I first met him… We rescued him, and he was just lying on that stupid plank in the water."

"What else is there to do?" asked Jack, giving Elizabeth a reproachful glare.

"It was just rum, Jack," she protested.

"'Just rum' my arse. I'd preferably like to die happy rather than, well, unhappy."

"How long can humans survive without water?"

"Oh, I dunno," said Jack nonchalantly. "A few days. Why?"

Elizabeth sat up, staring out into the dark expanse that was the open ocean. "That's not long."

"Well, you asked."

"So I did." She squinted her eyes, imagining she saw something moving out on the water.

"What the hell are you looking at?" asked Jack.

"I don't know… It…it looks like a ship…"

Jack stood up like a shot. "It's the Pearl," he whispered dramatically.

"We're going to be rescued!" exclaimed Elizabeth.

"Not likely."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Sorry to squash your hopes, love, but they're coming to get Sleeping Beauty, here," replied Jack, nudging Will's prone form with the toe of his boot.

"Damn it!" She flopped back down on the sand, pouting.

Jack observed as the Black Pearl dropped anchor, and two life boats were promptly sent scuttling over to the island.

"Why, hello, Jack. Fancy seeing you here."

"Barbossa," spat Jack and Elizabeth simultaneously.

"I believe you've got something of ours," remarked Barbossa as the lifeboat touched the shore.

"And I believe you've got something of mine. That makes us even, then, doesn't it?"

Barbossa scowled. "Get 'im, boys."

Two of the men in the boat with Barbossa climbed out, grabbing Will roughly by the arms and dragging him to the boat, still asleep.

"No," whispered Elizabeth. "Don't take him, please."

"How'd you know he got off?" asked Jack.

"A little birdie told me." Looking behind him to ensure that Will was still in the boat, he barked an order to cast off. "A consolation prize, for the lady," he called, throwing something onto the shore.

Elizabeth glared at the small boat rowing away, scooping up the object; it was a bottle. "Water," she gasped, ripping off the cork and putting the bottle to her lips.

Jack watched in amazement as Elizabeth downed the liquid in a matter of seconds, cast it aside, then began to skip around the campfire, belting out a song at the top of her lungs.

"…WE'RE RASCALS AND SCOUNDRELS, REALLY BAD EGGS!!! DRINK UP, ME HEARTIES, YO HO!!"

"What the…" said Jack, picking up the abandoned bottle and sniffing the lip. "Rum!" he exclaimed. "She's bloody wasted!"

She continued to stagger drunkenly around the fire, now beset by a round of hiccups. "WEE—hic—EEEEE!! Look at—hic—me, Mommy! WEEEEE!!!"

He began to approach her, but stopped short at the sound of a loud pop and a swear word. Jack spun around, drawing his sword.

Before him stood a tall youth, with black, untidy hair and black robes, a curious-looking stick in his hands. His bespectacled eyes were regarding Elizabeth with a look of horror.

"'Ello, mate," said Jack.

"Hello," said the newcomer warily. "My name's Harry…where the bloody hell am I?!"

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dark-hearted rose