A sudden cheering from the crew of the Black Pearl told Elizabeth their fight was over. The pirates had gotten what they were searching for and now it was only a matter of time before they got rid of the crew of the Interceptor. The pirates forcibly removed everyone from the ship's deck as two of them disappeared into the ammunitions magazine. Elizabeth started towards them to fight them off, but she was grabbed from behind by two of the pirate crew. She glanced in the direction of the Black Pearl and saw James being force onto the ship by two other pirates. They'd lost this battle and now their fates remained unknown. Elizabeth was pushed across the gangplank and into the group of the disarmed Interceptor crew. Once everyone was off the Interceptor, a pirate pulled the gangplank back on board the Pearl and others raised the anchor, allowing the ship to sail away from the battered wreck that was sinking into the ocean. The crew was then forced against the main mast while the pirates tied them securely so they would not be able to escape while Elizabeth, Turner, Norrington and Jack Sparrow were held separately. Jack was shackled and nearly surrounded by the pirates of Captain Barbossa's crew.

"Barbossa, I think it's time that we enter into negotiations," Sparrow said as he stepped away from the crowd towards the captain.

"Jack, ye've not much t' bargain with."

"You still seem to be missing a very important piece of information of which only I can provide." Jack held out his hands and waited to be unshackled.

Barbossa looked at him as he contemplated his options then looked over the rest of his captives. Something flashed in his eyes as they landed on the two gentlemen who looked as though they didn't belong with the rest, knowing that the woman was not the one they were searching for.

"Oh, I don't know 'bout that. Looks like I got two pieces that can fit into the puzzle and I like them odds." Barbossa snickered as he looked Jack in the eye. "Tell me, Jack, d'ya have somethin' better t' be bargainin' with?"

Jack seemed to be at a loss for words at the moment, his plan failing him miserably in that moment. To be truthful, it wasn't a very good plan by Sparrow's usual standards. He gestured about, trying to find the words to stall for the moment. It was time to come up with another plan but first, it was Barbossa's move. "I didn' think so."

"Wait!" Jack barked as he was pushed towards the gangplank. "Wait. You are still missing one very important thing. If you do have the right whelp for the ritual, you still don't have the medallion. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that is an important piece, is it not?"

While Jack had the crew distracted, Turner suddenly slammed his elbow up against the pirate holding him. Caught off guard, the pirate stumbled back, allowing Turner to grab Sparrow's pistol. He jumped up onto the railing, holding onto the riggings for balance.

"Enough! Let them go!" William shouted. Barbossa and the crew looked at him and started laughing. None of them were taking Turner seriously.

"And what do ye think ye be doin'?" Barbossa asked as he took a step towards William. "You've only got one shot, boy, and we can't die."

"No, but I can." William put the pistol up to his chin, "and I can take your precious medallion with me."

Barbossa gave Turner an incredulous look, wondering who it was that had the gall to go against him and his crew. "Who are you?"

"Ah! Ignore him. He's just my sister's cousin's nephew, twice removed. No one of any importance. Eunuch. Lovely singing voice." Sparrow clamoured between Barbossa and Turner, trying to prevent Turner from doing something incredibly stupid.

"My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins. You need my blood to lift the curse," William declared.

The crew of the Black Pearl murmured to each other as they all took in and reacted to the bit of news they'd just received. Jack groaned quietly to himself as his plan sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Turner had just given them exactly what they wanted. The whelp was who they were looking for and he had the medallion they needed in order to lift the curse. Barbossa took another step towards Turner with a critical eye as he shoved Sparrow out of the way.

"All right. Name your terms." Barbossa gestured for him to carry on with what Turner wanted in exchange. Jack tried to catch Turner's attention, pointing to himself to indicate that Turner should ask for Sparrow's freedom specifically.

"The crew and the girl are not to be harmed and you will set them free as soon as you make port," William demanded. Jack groaned quietly to himself, knowing that this was not going to go well for anyone. Pirates were notorious for twisting situations and requests to their own desires and amusements. Barbossa was a smart man; far smarter than many gave him credit for. It wasn't until he was crossed that they found out the hard way.

"Anything else?" Barbossa asked as he looked at Turner, waiting for an answer. Once Turner shook his head in response, he grinned.

"Agreed."

Turner found himself moments later, gagged and bound by ropes as the crew of the Black Pearl forced James Norrington up onto the plank. He growled against the gag, unable to make his words heard as he shouted against the treatment of Norrington, Elizabeth and the crew of the Interceptor whom were tied to the mast.

It was Norrington's turn first to walk the plank and they seemed to be taking little risk with him even after disarming him. Some of the pirate crew had their cutlasses out, pointed at him as he walked the plank. One of the pirates jabbed his sword in Norrington's direction, forcing him to the end. The crew of the Black Pearl laughed in amusement as he looked down. There was one thing that Norrington could be thankful for; the waters were clear of any sharks or other sea creatures that would want to feast on a man.

"Barbossa, you lying dog! You promised they'd go free!" Turner had managed to slip his gag off, shouting at the captain.

"Now, now, Mr. Turner, I've kept my word. Don't you dare impugn me honor, boy. No one has been harmed and they'll be let off next time we make port, whenever that may be. The Naval Captain and Jack... Well, that's another story. Captains are not really part of the crew per say, and truly, a ship can only have one captain so one of them doesn't belong. Now, instead of trying to figure out which one is the actual captain, they both get to walk the plank." Barbossa laughed as his crew member forced Norrington to finally jump into the ocean at sword point.

Sparrow was then brought over to Barbossa by Pintel and Ragetti before being forced up onto the plank as well. Jack turned to Barbossa and smiled hopefully, trying to talk his way out of jumping. "I'd really rather hoped we were past all this."

"Afraid not, Jack."

James swam towards the shore of the small island where they had been marooned as his mind went to work on how to get out of the situation he currently found himself in. He didn't care much if Sparrow was left behind, but he was determined to finish his mission to rescue Elizabeth from the situation she had found herself dragged into. He would see her safely home if it was the last thing he ever did. He pulled himself up in the shallow water and trudged onto the beach, only to look back momentarily to see the Black Pearl sailing away. This was not an ideal situation to have ended up in. James turned at the sound of splashing in the water to see Sparrow pulling himself out of the waves. There had to be a way off of the island and James was determined to find it.

"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship," Sparrow lamented as he watched The Black Pearl sailing away into the sunset.

Norrington just shook his head and turned away from Sparrow. They'd landed themselves in a difficult position and he wasn't in the mood to listen to Sparrow whining about his ship. He stared out at the vast blue ocean as he tried to come up with some plan to escape the island and find Elizabeth. It was at that moment that he did not feel very optimistic about the future. It seemed impossible at that moment that anything else could either go his way or go even more wrong than it already had.

Movement to the right caught James's attention and he turned to find Sparrow seemingly tracing a path in the sand he had followed before. James followed Sparrow's movements with his eyes until he lifted a hatch from the ground and disappeared into a cellar. He emerged moments later with two large bottles of dark liquid and sauntered over to a spot on the beach, sitting down in the sand. Sparrow looked up at James and held out one of the bottles to him.

"It's rum. The rumrunners used to use this island as a cache... at least until you and your lot put them out of business. There's loads more where this came from. Might as well enjoy it while we can," Sparrow explained.

James grabbed one of the bottles from Sparrow's hand and looked back at the hatch and the surrounding area. There were a lot of trees for a small island that provided a little shade from the blistering sun. He walked over and took a seat under one of the palm trees while Sparrow drank himself into a stupor. It wasn't long before the sun had set, leaving the pair in the dark. He sighed deeply as he leaned against one of the trees, trying to figure out a plan to get himself off of the island.

It was early the next morning when Jack Sparrow awoke to a strange sensation. He felt unbearably warm and there was an odd scent to the air. He sat up quickly, still at the spot on the beach where he had passed out the night before. He took a sniff of the air and realized very quickly what the smell was. He turned and looked behind him. Flames were engulfing the trees and vegetation, and a loud explosion signaled what it was that was fueling the fire.

"No, no, no. No. No! The rum!" Sparrow exclaimed as he hurried towards Norrington to stop him from destroying the island and any more of the rum, if there was any left.

"I'm sorry, Sparrow, but your precious cache of rum was needed to fuel the fire. I'm sure you'll live." James didn't sound even the least bit sorry that the beverage was gone. "There is a trade route not far from here and with the Royal Navy in search of Miss Swann, that signal is very likely to catch someone's attention. We shouldn't have to wait too long before we're rescued."

As Jack Sparrow stomped off in a huff down the beach towards the other end of the island, Norrington watched along the horizon for the sign of sails of a passing ship. He still had his mission to complete and he'd be damned if he let anything happen to Elizabeth without so much as trying to rescue her. He knew Governor Swann would ensure the Navy was out in full force to find her, sure that they would be attempting to follow the path he, Sparrow and Turner had unintentionally left. It wasn't long before he spied the sails of a passing ship, smiling to himself in satisfaction at being right. A long boat was rowing towards the shore and he spotted Lieutenant Groves at the helm. He took a deep breath, knowing what would be in store for him once he got onto the deck of the Dauntless. He'd known the moment he had gone against Admiral Middleton that there would be no turning back.

James waited patiently on the shore as the long boat rowed up to the island. Most of the crew climbed out of the boat in the shallows and headed to the shore while others pulled the long boat with them to keep it from floating away. Lieutenant Groves approached Norrington slowly, almost cautiously. It was clear he was about to do something he didn't particularly want to do. James nodded slightly, knowing what was coming next and held out his arms for the shackles.

Lieutenant Groves gave a great sigh as he clasped the shackles around Norrington's wrist. Never would anyone have ever guessed that he would have been on the opposite side of the law, but as it were, he made that choice knowing the consequences. Groves seemed at a loss as to what to say to his former commanding officer. James gave him a steady, defeated smile. There was nothing joyful in his current situation but he wanted to let the man know that he understood that duty came above friendship, something some would say that Norrington himself should have remembered before going after Ms. Swann.

"Fear not, Lieutenant, I will not resist. I knew this would come sooner or later, though I had rather hoped it would have been later," Norrington joked dryly. The humor didn't quite reach his eyes.

Lieutenant Groves took the opportunity to speak with Norrington while the other men were hunting down Jack Sparrow. It wouldn't take them long so he knew he had to be quick. "Sir, I just don't understand. Why did you do it?"

"Even the hope of the love of a fine woman can make fools of us all," James replied with a hint of sadness in his voice. "It's not over yet. Ms. Swann is still in danger."

"Governor Swann has made it clear that we are not to leave the ocean until his daughter is returned to him, safe and sound. We will be continuing on until we find her," Groves informed Norrington as though he were still his commanding officer.

"Glad to hear it. His best possible chance at finding that ship will be Sparrow, as much as I hate to admit it. Somehow, he seems to know where they are headed but won't tell anyone how it is he has this information. Impart this information on Admiral Middleton. He won't listen to me after what I've done," James instructed his friend as they started to walk towards the long boats. In the distance, Sparrow was being led their way in a pair of shackles. They would be aboard the Dauntless within minutes. Norrington could only hope that Governor Swann would intervene on his behalf.

As the crew rowed the boats back to the ship, Norrington stared out into the distance. There was a determination in his demeanor. It was striking and evident even to those around him. He was not going to give up this quest and he certainly would do anything necessary to see it through to the very end.

Elizabeth Swann sat silently in the same cell she had found herself in earlier in her journey. The rest of the crew had been ushered off into a separate cell further in the ship. They were tight quarters, but that was to be expected. There were not too many ships at sea that would have need for large prison cells, save perhaps the Royal Navy ships. It was discouraging that they had been captured and she prayed that James Norrington would find his way back to them. She knew him to be one of the best naval captains in the Caribbean but believed that only a miracle would help him off that island so she continued to pray for him and for their rescue.