Thank you to my lovely (and patient) reviewers:

Flaming-Angel-1: I don't think he actually felt it, he was just making a joke for his crew.

Arden C. Evans: Ahoy, new reader! I've been drinking coke and pretending it's rum…man, I'm so uncool

Starpossum: Thanks! Magical Trevor is awesome (and I don't say "Awesome" unless something is really awesome!)

16aqua: My DVD must be weird. On the subtitles Jack says "character" instead of "Curr" for the dog bit. I shall update mine if you update yours ;-)

Nemi Jade: Jellyfish are so sinister! And Jack is hilarious, yes.

PoisonousAngel: I will probably make a fic for DMC, but it will have to wait til it come out on DVD, I'm afraid.

Little Miss Sparrow: Gifted at randomness, eh? That's the best way to put it! Thanks!

MethosMacLeod: I'm sure you'll survive

ON WITH THE STORY!

Amy woke to a smell of burning. The smell of it tickled her nose.

"Fire," she mumbled, "Fire? Fire! We're all gonna die!"

"Calm down," Came the voice of Elizabeth through the smoke, "I'm getting us rescued,"

"Oh, right. I knew that," Amy stood up. Her legs felt like jelly.

"I need your help,"

"Okey dokey,"

Elizabeth handed her an armful of bottles and told her to throw it on the fire. Amy did so, causing a massive BANG and a spurt of flames.

"Cool!" She squealed, picking up a crate and chucking it on too, shielding her eyes.

A few explosions later, Amy and Elizabeth were both black with smoke. It seemed to be working; the smoke billowing from the fire was rising up extremely high. Amy did a little dance around the flames

"No, not good!" came a voice; Jack had obviously woken up too, "Stop! Not good!" he stumbled towards them, waving his arms frantically.

"What are you doing?" he asked Elizabeth.

"Well, what does it look like!" Amy yelled.

"You've burned all the food," he ignored her, "the shade! The rum!"

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Amy mumbled.

"Yes," Elizabeth said, "the rum is gone!"

"Why is the rum gone?"

"One!" Elizabeth turned to face him, furiously, "Because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels!"

"What?" Amy suddenly asked, "Are you saying Jack's a respectable man?"

"No! I wasn't specifying anyone in particular,"

"Oh, ok, then,"

"Two," Elizabeth continued, "that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire royal navy is out looking for me, do really think there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it!"

Amy highly doubted that the smoke signal was over a thousand feet but decided it was better not to argue with her.

"Just wait Mr. Sparrow," Elizabeth sat on the sand, facing the horizon.

"Captain Sparrow!" Amy corrected.

Elizabeth glared but ignored her, "You give it one hour maybe two, keep a weather eye open and you will see white sails on that horizon!"

Jack took out his pistol, looking furious. Amy stepped back a few paces, but Jack thought better of it. He put his pistol back and ran off down the beach.

Amy flopped onto the sand next to Elizabeth.

"You do realise," Amy said to her, "that this is a one-shot chance. If it doesn't work, then we're all going to die."

"It will work,"

"But what if it doesn't?"
"It will!"

"But WHAT IF –"

"Amy! It will work!"
"Gah! No-one listens to me!" she collapsed backwards onto her back.

"Maybe they would if you said anything worth listening to," Elizabeth said.

"You really are like Jack," Amy said, remembering that Jack had said something similar to her in the Blacksmiths.

Elizabeth scowled. People did that a lot to her.

"I could damn use some rum right now," Amy thought aloud.

"I would prefer it if you didn't use that language, Amy,"

Amy pulled a face, "Well, I beg your pardon, your majesty!"

Before Elizabeth could retort, she caught sight of something along the horizon.

"Look!" she said, pointing, "It's the Dauntless!"

They both scrambled to their feet. Sure enough, the ship was slowly making its way towards them.

"We're saved!" Amy squealed, hugging Elizabeth, "I knew you could do it!"

Elizabeth looked bemusedly at the teenager that was squeezing her tight.

"You did?"

"Yep," Amy said, releasing her, "never doubted you for a second,"

"Sure," Elizabeth said sarcastically.

"Thank god!" Amy started skipping "I thought I was going to die if I stayed here another day!"

"But we were only here for a day,"

Amy paused and then said "So we were," and ran off at top speed down the beach in search of Jack.

She found him about half way across the island, his back as towards her. Amy snuck up behind him and launched herself on his back.

"Hey, Jack! We're saved!"

"I did notice," he said, throwing her back onto the sand.

"Then why aren't you happy?"

Jack said nothing.

"Oh," Amy said, getting up again, "it's because Norrington will have you hanged when he finds you, right?"

"I wasn't even thinking of that but THANKS for depressing me!"

"Oops,"

"Alright, get a move on," Jack shoved her towards the approaching ship. They waded out into the water and were hauled aboard the Dauntless.

Elizabeth was arguing with her father and Commodore Norrington.

"But we've got to save Will!" she was saying.

"No! You're safe now. We shall return to Port Royal immediately, not go gallivanting after pirates." Her father said.

"I'm all for gallivanting!" Amy said, standing behind Elizabeth.

"You don't get a say in this," Norrington said to her and she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Then we condemn him to death?" Elizabeth continued.

"The boy's fate is regrettable," said Governor Swann, "but so is his decision to engage in piracy,"
"To rescue me! To prevent anything from happening to me!"

"If I may be so bold as to inject my professional opinion," Jack said, standing next to Amy and leaning his elbow on her shoulder, "The Pearl was listing near to scuppers after battle. It's very unlikely she'll be able to make good time."

Amy didn't understand a word of that but she nodded anyway.

"Think about it. The Black Pearl. The last real pirate threat in the Caribbean, mate,"

"Apart from us two," Amy gestured to herself and Jack.

"I consider you both a nuisance more than a threat," Norrington said.

"Hey! You would taste steel if I only had a sword!" Amy said, annoyed.

"If you dare to threaten me, the consequences will be severe," Norrington growled, "even more than they already are."

"Who threatened? I didn't, no way," Amy said quickly, "I love you,"

Norrington glared at her. Amy scooted behind Jack, rather frightened.

Norrington turned away and Elizabeth followed him.

"Commodore, I beg you, please do this for me! As a wedding gift!"

He stopped in his tracks and turned to face her.

"Elizabeth," said her father, "are you accepting the Commodore's proposal?"

"I am,"

"A wedding? I love weddings! Drinks all around!" (mwhahaha) Jack yelled but then caught sight of Norrington's face, "I know," he said extending his hands "clap him in irons, right?"

"Mr Sparrow, you will accompany these fine men to the helm and provide us with the bearing to Isle de Muerta. You will then spend the rest of the voyage contemplating all possible meanings of the phrase "Silent as the grave" do I make myself clear?"

"Inescapably clear," Jack said.

"Lock her in the brig," Norrington said, pointing to Amy.

"No, Commodore," Elizabeth said, walking over to her, "She hasn't done anything wrong."

"She helped to steal the Interceptor," Norrington said.

"Commodore, it is my request that she stay out of the brig,"

Norrington nodded and strode away. Amy smiled at Elizabeth and got one in return.

Again, the next chapter is going to take a while longer to be put up. I'm sorry! But please review, anyway!

Kissus XXX

P.S sorry about the delay for this chapter, the website turned against me