Uh oh, I gotta slow down posting chapters now. See, I had written out most of it before I had even posted the story but now I've caught up with myself. So it'll probably be a longer wait between chapters. I'm sorry! But anyways, I have reviews!

MethosMacLeod: well, I don't have any gruel but have a chapter instead!

16aqua: on the subtitles for the DVD she says "Godless pirate" but when I went onto a transcript website for it she says "Stop it" so I just picked one at random, it's probably wrong but oh well.

Starpossum: thanks, I like those lines too!

Flaming-Angel-1: Will's just lovesick

Spirit of the Sky: I decided to just stick with this method

Movie-CaffineAddict: uh, I hope it's not too disturbing. Tell the voices in your head that I said thanks!

ON WITH THE STORY!

"Go on, poppet!" the pirates were taunting and jeering at Elizabeth, who was standing on the plank, completely terrified.

Amy would've liked to help her, but she was being restrained by one of Barbossa's crew. All she could do was give her an encouraging look.

Will lunged towards the pirate Captain.

"Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!" He yelled, furiously.

"Don't dare impugn me honour, boy! I agreed she'd go free but it was you who failed to specify when or where," Barbossa laughed as Will was pulled back and gagged.

"Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it, lads?" The crew murmured in agreement, "So I'll be having that dress back before you go,"

Elizabeth scowled and undid the plum coloured dress.

"I always liked you," Jack said to a pirate only to be replied with a murderous grunt.

Elizabeth tossed the dress to Barbossa, "Goes with your black heart,"

"Ooh, it's still warm," Barbossa said, pressing the dress to his face.

Amy gazed at the ocean, looking for sharks.

"I always knew I was gonna die," Amy said to Jack, "But I never imagined I would be munched by a shark by a boat full of bloodthirsty pirates,"

"If you cared to look," Jack replied, "you would notice that there isn't any sharks,"

Amy couldn't retort, she was shoved towards the plank. A pirate stamped on the plank and Elizabeth fell into the water with a scream. Amy peered at the water.

"Oh, no, you can't make me go in there! There might be jellyfish!"

"Why don't you hop in and check for us, then?" Barbossa sneered.

"I'm not going!" she said stubbornly, crossing her arms, "You'll have to throw me in!"

Barbossa grinned at his crew. "You heard her, lads,"

Pintel and Ragetti moved towards her, grinning.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean it like that!"

Amy backed away. The two pirates didn't show any signs of stopping.

"Stay back, I know karate!" truthfully, she didn't know karate at all. She did a few made up hand chops, trying to look threatening. She stumbled while doing a complicated kick, gave a scream and fell off the plank. She landed in the water with a splash.

"AHH, jellyfish!" she spluttered, spitting out a mouthful of water.

Elizabeth already started to swim towards the small island. Amy was joined a few moments later by Jack's effects…and then Jack.

He dove underwater to retrieve his sword and pistol and emerged a few seconds later.

"I could use some help here, love," Jack panted, trying to stay above water with his bound hands.

"Oh, sure," Amy fumbled with the rope and managed to untie it.

"Cheers,"

"Hey, Jack?"

"What?"

"Race you there!"

Jack gave her a bemused look, "I don't think you quite understand the seriousness of this,"

"Aw, shut up," Amy swam away. Being quite a strong swimmer, Amy quickly managed to catch up with Elizabeth and overtake her. The sooner I get out of this jellyfish infested liquid, she thought the better.

Amy collapsed onto the sand, exhausted. She lay for a while, trying to catch her breath. Elizabeth came splashing onto the shore a few minutes later, followed by Jack. He stood in the shallows watching the Black Pearl in the distance.

"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship,"

Jack splashed onto the sand and walked towards the trees.

Elizabeth pulled Amy up and strode after him.

"But you were marooned on this island before, weren't you? So we can escape in the same way you did then!"

"To what point and purpose, young missy? The Black Pearl is gone. Unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice- unlikely- young Mr Turner will be dead long before you can reach him,"

Jack began to knock on a tree.

"But your Captain Jack Sparrow," Elizabeth continued, desperately, "You vanished under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company; you sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot! Are you the pirate I've read about, or not? How did you escape last time?"

"You sure you want to know?" Amy asked her.

"Last time, I was here a grand total of three days, all right?" Jack admitted, pulling open a trap door and heading into a cellar, "Last time, the rumrunners used this island as a cache. They came by and I was able to barter a passage off. By looks of things they've long been out of business. Probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that!" Jack came back out with three bottles of rum and handed one to Amy.

"So that's it then?" Elizabeth said, "That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach drinking rum?"

Jack spread his arms "Welcome to the Caribbean, love!" and handed her a bottle.

"But we have to do something to rescue Will!" Elizabeth cried, "He risked his life to save ours!"

"She does have a point," Amy said.

"So?" Jack said, strolling down the beach,

"So we have to at least try, Jack!" Amy followed him.

"Off you go, then! Let me know how that turns out,"

Amy sighed and stomped off in the opposite direction where Elizabeth was standing. She flopped onto the sand next to her feet and uncorked the bottle.

"We can't just do nothing!" Elizabeth yelled,

"To tell you the truth, 'Lizabeth, there's nothing we can do."

Elizabeth sighed too and sat down next to her.

Amy pulled out a rather soggy chocolate bar from her back pocket.

"Mars bar?" She offered.

Elizabeth stared, "I don't think you realise the seriousness of our situation,"

Amy smiled, "You're more like Jack then you know,"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Never mind," Amy raised the bottle to her lips and took a sip. She had barely swallowed when she coughed and spluttered. Holding the bottle at arms length she said "That's disgusting… I like it!" and drank some more.

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It was dark. The three of them were dancing round a fire that somehow they had managed to build. They were singing "A pirates life for me" at the top of their lungs. Except for Amy who was singing Magical Trevor.

"I love this song!" Jack yelled spinning round with Elizabeth, "Really bad eggs! Whoa…" he toppled onto the sand, "When I get the Pearl back," he told them, pulling Elizabeth down too, "I'll teach it to the whole crew. And we'll sing it all the time!"

"And you will be positively the most fearsome pirate in the Spanish Main," Elizabeth said.

"Not just the Spanish main, love. The entire ocean. The entire world!"

"And Ireland!" Amy yelled, throwing sand up in the air

"Wherever we want to go, we'll go. That's what a ship is y'know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails, that's what a ship needs,"

"And a poop deck!" Amt collapsed onto the ground in a giggling heap.

"But what a ship is, what the Black Pearl really is, is freedom,"

"Jack," Elizabeth said, resting her head on his shoulder, "It must be really terrible for you to be trapped on this island,"

"Oh, yes," Jack sneakily put his arm around her shoulder, "but the company is infinitely better than last time and the scenery is definitely improved,"

"Mr Sparrow!" Elizabeth slurred, "I'm not entirely sure I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk,"

"Yeah, underage kid here!" Amy said.

"I know exactly what you mean, love," Jack said to Elizabeth, curling his moustache.

Elizabeth raised her bottle "To freedom!"

"To the Black Pearl." They clinked their bottles.

"To rum! This stuff is great," Amy tipped back the bottle only to find it empty. "Damn, I need more," She spluttered before falling asleep.

Man, I want rum. Curse my age!

If anyone has read my profile, you will find out that I'm actually terrified of jellyfish. And jelly babies. BLEURGH!

Anyway, I'll see y'all again whenever I finish the next chapter.

Please review!

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