Disclaimer: I do not own POTC.

This took a long time. I'm sorry. Hope you like it though! We're drawing to a close.

The ship was swallowed by a thick fog. But the crew was used to this. They had made this journey a few times before and they had become acclimated to these waters. The crew of the Revenge was much greener than those veterans of the Black Pearl. Now they were loosing their hard earned gain and slipping into the fog, slowing to avoid the hidden obstacles. The Pearl just blundered through, knowing the path. But the Revenge arrived at the island and the enemy was nowhere in sight. Guards were left at the cave entrance, for when the Pearl did arrive. They didn't really pay attention to what would be going on in the fog. They cared about what was going to happen in the dim chamber.

Will and Jack were brought up from below deck and brought into the island that seemed to mock them, haunt them with memories. The entered the main cave, their arms still bound to each other. Standing next to the chest of Cortez was Barbossa, his dead father still lying where he had fallen after being shot by Jack Sparrow. And there was a second. Imposing figure next to the living Barbossa. A spirit that was glowing a sickly green and taking shape before their eyes.

Davy Jones. Again.

On the other side of the island, before the Revenge had even cast anchor, the crew of the Black Pearl had gathered before a small, low cavern that was nearly submerged.

"We found these passages on our last visit. Catacombs carved by the sea. Leads to a small alcove in the treasure cavern," Anamaria explained to Elizabeth. "That's where they'll be, and where we will rescue them." Her voice was steady and reassuring, but more to herself than Elizabeth. The latter simply gave a nod, afraid that if she said anything she would cry. She was very worried about her husband.

The jolly boats slowly made their way against the swell and the anchored ship disappeared into the fog and the cave's darkness. In the dark tunnel the trip seemed to last a lifetime, in reality it wasn't really that long. A few minutes, no more. But the loving heart doesn't measure time the same way we do. Every second it lies in fear is a lifetime.

When the bottom of the boats scraped rock, Elizabeth and Anamaria were the first ones out. Following her companions torch, Elizabeth raced through the catacombs. She looked at the walls, trying to make a map in her head. If they needed a quick escape she would need to know where to go. In the flickering light she noticed something that was out of place.

"Is that a door?" Anamaria slowed, looking to the place in question. Her eyes went wide.

"It is. How did we miss that before?" She bit her lip, thinking. Curiosity was powerful, and she went to the door, testing the knob. "Well, it works."

"Where does it go?"

"I don't know, and we'll have to find out later. Maybe we can hide there if need be. Come on." They took off again, this time the men and Leah close behind. A few others pointed out the door, and Leah was sorely tempted to open it. She decided that when she came back she would find out.

After another minute of racing through the hallowed halls there was a small light ahead. The torches were put behind a bend in the wall, so the light wouldn't be seen. This battle was going to be unfair, so they were trying to get an advantage. Elizabeth, Anamaria, and Gibbs crowded the opening, peering out at the scene. For a moment everyone was relieved. Both Jack and Will were alive. Tied up, but alive.

One of the pirates walked over to them and untied the ropes, separating them and leading them like cattle. Barbossa was so enthralled that he could only see through a haze of anger. His vengeance was at hand.

I realize that it's short. But the next chapter is going to be juicy. Someone's going to et shot and someone else is going to be killed. ; )