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Ahead of them was a giant cavern, with large outcroppings framing a small patch of sea. The cavern was dark, and the couple strained their eyes to see the details of the room. Well, it really wasn't a room, but another cave. A faint wind created an eerie wail, but it wasn't loud. Rather, it was almost silent, and seemed the more real for it. Neither Will nor Elizabeth could hide their wonder.

Moonlight streamed in, illuminated a few bare sections of wall. Stalactites and stalagmites hung like jewelry tossed aside and never picked up. A few spider webs connected the columns, creating the illusion of a giant web.

"It's chilling, but strangely beautiful," Elizabeth admitted, breaking the near silence. Will just nodded in agreement, peering at the gap of sea. "What do you see?"

"There's a ship down there, surrounded by fog. I can't tell, but it could be the Pearl," Will explained. He reached up a hand to move a web away, perhaps clearing the scene, when there was a rustling. The Turners froze, slowly turning towards each other. The sound came again, and a few loose stones fell. Whatever made the noise had gotten closer. Elizabeth moved slightly over, holding the wall as support. Placing her back to it, she looked around, trying to see what was approaching. Her hand came to rest on a stalactite when the noises, which had gotten louder, stopped completely.

Will turned as slowly as he dared, and seeing nothing still, he whispered "The door--" But before he could finish, there was an earth shattering rumble right in front of him. Elizabeth paled, and her eyes grew wide at the sight of whatever was behind the noises. Yet another cursed creature. And it was almost to them. Suddenly, Will realized that the cavern was no longer creating the strange wail. But there was something breathing next to his ear. Looking one last time at Elizabeth, he began to turn around slowly.

Directly behind him, replacing the sea in the rocky frame, was a hideous figure. And before Will could even breath, it attacked.

"Mates? This isn't funny!" Jack yelled, running along the corridor he was lost in. There was another doorway, and another. So many doors, and none of his crew!

There was a loud crash from somewhere else in the caves. Jack stopped to consider this. A crash could mean fighting, meaning his crew and the 'bad pirates'. Or, it could be a trap, or it could be both. He wasn't sure whether to go towards the noise or not when he heard a loud yell. Davy Jones was getting closer.

"Best not to go that way," he said to himself, gesturing at one whole wall of passageways. He stumbled around, and then picked a thin passage that blended with the rocks. There was a crumbling sound, and he stopped again. The ground beneath his feet had become…springy. Like a trapdoor. Jack doubled over, just in case the ahead passage was booby trapped, and he inched forward. The ground was still loose, meaning that he was still over a pit, most likely. He grabbed the wall, just in case, and took another step forward, when there was a loud snap. The ground started to tilt.

"No, no, no, no, no--" and the while door crashed down, with Jack Sparrow on top.

The moment that abomination had moved, Elizabeth launched herself towards her husband, wanting to help him. But she did two things that were unexpected. One was that, when leaving the wall, she had pushed the stalactite down, causing it to seemingly break in two. The other was she hit her foot against another part of the wall, pushing in a panel. And another trapdoor had opened, right beneath her husband. The Being passed through him as he fell down into the new tunnel, caught unaware. Elizabeth tried to stop it when she realized what had happened. But the distance had been too great to cross that quickly. And now she was alone, in an island cave system away from any rescue, trapped with a bunch of murdering pirates. Worse, she was trapped with the Creature.

"Will!" Elizabeth got to her knees, searching the dark doorway. Maybe the pit wasn't very deep. She could pull him up. Suddenly, the ground seemed to move from beneath her, and she went headfirst, twisting as she fell. Elizabeth fell into the tunnel, looking at the disappearing light and the thing that had pushed her in. Then, it disappeared, along with the light.

She landed with an off against her husband, and she looked around the new cavern. Will helped her up. The sea was hear, and it sprayed them. Directly ahead was the ship they had spied earlier.

"Look, we're right at the ship."

"But that's not the Pearl," Elizabeth whispered. Something about the place seemed to demand silence. She took a step closer to the ship, which was resting right next to the rocky outcropping. Strangely, there were no ropes to keep it moored. Only one ramp.

"There's writing there," Will pointed, brushing some cobwebs out of the way. Elizabeth read the old wood with some difficulty in the blue light.

"The Flying Dutchman."

Although she didn't know it, Elizabeth had activated a trapdoor in the catacombs. And standing on this trapdoor was Anamaria, Gibbs, and a few other members of the Black Pearl crew. The trap was originally meant to trap enemies of Cortez, for it was his island. But a new idea was formulated: That the pit be made into a tunnel and used for escape. But, since anyone could fall down a hole, the exit tunnels were heavily laid with traps.

Unfortunately, none of the Pearl crew knew this. They would learn the hard way.

Above them, the confused pirates tried to figure out what to do with the captured prey. It was too dark to see the bottom, so for all their knowledge the crew could be dead.

"Well? How can we tell?" One asked, looking to the others for an idea.

"We could shoot the hole, and if anything moves we shoot that too. They could have survived the fall." This was met by a chorus of agreement, and the pirates greedily loaded their pistols and took aim at the dark.

"What are you doing!" The now towering spirit of Davy Jones was behind one of the groups, studying his 'crew'. "Sparrow is still out there, alone! I want his head by the hour, or it'll be yours!" Creating a rushing wind, Jones swept past, trying to locate Jack Sparrow.

Far below, licking their wounds, Anamaria and Gibbs heard every word. They nodded in silent agreement. When all the noise from above had died down, they spoke quietly to the others.

"We have to escape and warn Jack," Anamaria announced, her determined face challenging the others to dare disagree.

"But how do we escape?"

"We're still figuring that part out," Gibbs said, pulling out his flask.