There'll be more kinda romantic stuff later on I PROMISE! Here's chappy…uh…8 I think…

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Later that night the Interceptor sailed into a rough storm. Forks of lightning crashed through the dark raining clouds, accompanying great crashes of thunder that shook the very boards the ship was constructed from. A great huge wave engulfed Robin and Will as they worked to secure some ropes. Robin spluttered as the salty water entered her mouth and eyes.

"AAARGH!" she yelled." IT'S COLD AND WET AND GUESS WHAT ELSE…COLD! AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE? WE'RE IN THE CARIBBEAN! HOW CAN IT BE COLD IN THE CARIBBEAN?"

Will threw her an exasperated look before quickly being doused by another salty wave. Gibbs appeared at his side, helping with the ropes.

"How can we sail to an island that nobody can find with a compass that doesn't work?" shouted Will over the storm.

"Aye, the compass doesn't point north," retaliated Gibbs over the gale. "But we're not tryin ta FIND north are we?"

"I have GOT ta get me one o' those!" yelled Robin. Gibbs laughed loudly as another wave crashed on deck. After making double sure the ropes were secure, the old bosun staggered over to Jack, who stood vigilantly at the helm.

"We should drop canvas sir!" he yelled over the high winds and swirling rain.

"She can hold a bit longer!" replied Jack in a gruff shout, smiling in spite of the nearly flooded deck and the increasingly close forks of lightning.

"What's in yer head that's put ye in such a fine mood Cap'n?" asked Gibbs, completely incredulous at Jack's optimism.

"We're catching up!" shouted Jack, an adventurous glint back in his eye.

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The next day, they sailed through a particularly dangerous area of ocean. It was known as a notorious graveyard of ships. Apparently one ship had crashed and sunk, it's masts, boards, and other parts sticking dangerously high in the water, invisible above the water, leading to other ships crashing into it as well and, over time, creating this vast danger zone that the Interceptor was now sailing slowly through. The entire crew was gathered at the rails, solemnly staring out at the wreckage.

"Dead men tell no tales," squawked Mr. Cotton's parrot slowly.

"Puts a chill in the bones 'ow many honest sailors've been claimed by this passage," said Gibbs to Will at the railing of the ship. Robin sat over by the ladder, staring up at the sky rather than out at the sea of broken wood in water. For some odd reason images of Jack kept interrupting her various daydreams. No matter how many times she pushed them out of her head, they kept reentering forcibly. Gibbs's next words jerked her out of her reverie.

"…That be before I met him, back when he was captain of the Black Pearl." Will looked up. Robin looked from him to Gibbs, waiting to see the reaction.

"What?" he asked. Gibbs seemed to think he'd said too much. "He failed to mention that…"

"Maybe to you but not to me," said Robin. Will looked at her.

"You knew?" he asked, a bit of a hurt expression on his face. Robin shrugged, stretching.

"He told me when we were in the cell…"

"And how come he didn't think it wise to tell me?" asked Will.

"Because you have a pirate paranoia. You know…you really remind me of an old friend of mine…" said Robin, drifting into a thoughtful reverie. Gibbs, meanwhile, continued with the story of Jack's mutiny. Robin listened intently.

Apparently Jack had been captain of the Black Pearl, no surprises there, when he acquired a method of navigation to find the legendary Isla de Muerta. Then his first mate, Barbossa, had gotten the coordinates, held mutiny, and left Jack to die on an island. No one knew how he had escaped and Gibbs seemed entirely convinced that he escaped on sea turtles.

"He rode on a couple of sea turtles?" asked Will.

"Aye! Sea turtles!" replied Gibbs.

"What did he use for a rope?" asked Will. They looked up to see Jack standing there.

"Human hair…from my back," he said. Gibbs nodded at Will in a satisfied manner.

"Young Mr. Turner, Miss Turlo, and I are to go ashore," said Jack, looking out at the now visible Isla de Muerta.

"Cap'n, what if the worst should happen?" asked Gibbs.

"Keep to the Code," replied Jack.

"Aye, the Code," repeated Gibbs.

Robin and Will exchanged glances. Neither knew what 'the Code' consisted of.

Jack, Will, and Robin got into a dinghy and rowed towards the rocky cliff. Robin, at the rudder, steered them towards a cave where Jack had said the entrance was. Will was holding the lantern, lighting the way behind Jack, who was rowing. He suddenly spoke.

"What Code id Gibbs to keep to if the worst should happen?"

"Pirates' Code," said Jack. "Any man who falls behind…is left behind."

"No heroes amongst thieves, aye?" said Will.

"You'd be surprised," mumbled Robin. Jack spoke again.

"Ye know, fer having such a bleak outlook on pirates you're well on your way to becoming one," said Jack to Will, who narrowed his eyes in denial. "Sprung a man and thief from jail, commandeered a ship o' the fleet, sailed with a buccaneer crew out o' Tortuga." He eyed Will as the latter peered out of the boat at the gold-lined sea floor. "And, you're completely obsessed with treasure." The boat landed and Will got out, holding the lantern for them as Jack stood up, helping Robin out of the boat.

"That's not true. I am not obsessed with treasure," he said defiantly. Jack tied the boat and turned to him.

"Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate," he said. Robin looked around. They were in a sort of dock…a rock dock…that lead into a larger cave, no doubt loaded with sparkling treasure.

"Oh, what lovely décor. They have good taste. A cave! Who would'a thought?" she said sarcastically. Jack smirked. Will ignored her.

"Go on, 'ave a sense of humor, lad," said Jack, clapping him on the back. Will glared and followed the pirate. Jack walked to a large gap in the cave wall, covered in loose coins and jewels. Robin stared at the treasure in awe as the men climbed up onto the ledge, looking out onto the sacrificial ritual taking place. Robin took Jack's hand, climbing up to see as well, slipping a few gems into her many pockets, I might add.

A band of the filthiest, strongest, and most evil-looking pirates stood in the inner cave, which was absolutely heaped with gold and jewels. They were all surrounding a small island in the center of a waterway that had leaked into the cave. The island was supposedly situated on rock, but it was initially a large hill of gold coins with a long black stone basin atop it. The captain, Barbossa obviously, was next to the stone basin holding a girl's hand. The girl had long wavy golden-brown hair and pale skin and looked rather scared. Barbossa took a sacrificial knife, made of bone, and slit the girl's hand, clasping it around a golden coin. He held her hand over the basin and opened it, dropping the coin into the basin.

"Elizabeth!" hissed Will, making to climb into the cave.

"Not yet! We wait for the opportune moment," said Jack, pulling him back. Will glared at him. Jack turned and began striding off. Will followed.

"When's that? When it's of greatest profit to you?" he asked. Jack turned around.

"May I ask you something?" he asked, walking directly up to Will, "Have I ever given you reason not to trust me? Do us a favor, I know it's difficult for you, but please stay here and try not to do anything stupid." He swaggered off again.

Inside the cave, Barbossa had shot a pirate, realizing they were still cursed. He hit the girl, knocking her down the golden hill to the waterside. The pirates began to argue.

Robin had remained at the gap, watching them avidly. And the monkey. Such a cute monkey. The captain had gone into a sort of funny purification pose.

"Okay…I'm confused," she muttered. A pirate near the back heard her and turned quickly around, leaving Robin no time to duck down.

"GIRL! IN THE BACK!" he yelled. The pirates turned suddenly, all eyes fixed on Robin.

(Oops…) she thought. Next thing she knew, she was being pulled down into the cave by many grimy hands. Two pirates, a large bald black man with a studded brow and a tanned man with yellowing blonde dreadlocks, grabbed both of her arms and lead her forward, pulling her head back so she'd look at Barbossa in the eye.

"An' who might ye be, young missy?" he asked.

"Robin Turlo, at yer humble service," said Robin, smirking.

Will and Jack froze behind a stone wall, not seeing, but hearing the innocent voice that might be their downfall. Jack turned and saw Will with an oar raised. He raised his eyebrow. Will lowered the oar, shrugging. They turned back to watch the pirates.

"Ye smilin at me, wench?" asked Barbossa.

"Can't you tell? Oh, you must be blind," said Robin sarcastically.

"Daring little vixen ain't she?" asked Barbossa. The other pirates grunted. "What do ye think we should do with 'er, lads?"

There was a unanimous laugh among the men as their eyes strayed to the various body parts of Robin. She struggled in the pirates' grip, ripping her head out of their grasp.

"You go and try that and you lose something vital," she said in a growl.

"Well then you have no purpose here. And if you have no purpose here then…" he pulled out his double-barrel pistol and shot her right arm. To the pirates' immediate surprise, she didn't acknowledge the wound at all. The two pirates holding her broke away immediately, rubbing the hands they'd held her with.

"Now there's no need for shooting! I 'aven't done anything wrong," Robin was saying, unaware of their uneasiness. The pirates whispered in amazement.

"Look! No blood!"

"She can't be cursed too!"

"It's witchcraft it is!"

"Didn't even flinch!"

"So, are ye cursed too?" asked Barbossa, lowering the double-barrel slowly, eyes narrowed.

"Well…no…I…uh…it's my arm…" said Robin, holding it up.

"Yes…I can see that, Miss Turlo," said Barbossa matter-of-factly.

"No…it's not a real arm. It's metal," said Robin. The pirate captain took interest in this. He requested proof, which Robin gave by removing the skin, drawing sounds of awe from the surrounding pirates.

Will had swum up the waterway next to where Elizabeth lay, having taken advantage of Robin's distraction. He held a hand over her mouth and motioned for her to be quiet. Elizabeth grabbed the medallion, which had fallen when Barbossa smacked her, and eased into the water next to Will. They crept away under water, unnoticed. Jack met them at the boat.

"I'm stayin here fer Robin," he said, turning to go.

"No Jack, it's too risky. Robin will have to bail herself out of it," said Will, grabbing Jack's arm.

"Not if I can 'elp it," said Jack, pulling away and starting to run down the passage.

An oar collided with the back of his head and he fell to the rocky cave floor. Will handed the oar to Elizabeth and picked Jack up.

"Sorry, but it was for your own good," he told the unconscious pirate, loading him into the dinghy and began rowing back towards the Interceptor.

Back in the cave, Robin was explaining how her arm had been injured and replaced with the metal one, but, instead of referring to the fact that she was from the future and had lost her arm from a bomb, she glossed it over with a witch doctor and a cannibal island instead. The pirates ate it up.

"And…that's what happened," finished Robin. Barbossa nodded, snorting.

"So, what should we do with her gents?" he called to the other pirates. Each one's face cracked into identical evil smirks as they chuckled eerily.

"Wait…OH NO! NOT THAT! YOU AIN'T COMIN NEAR ME!" yelled Robin backing away. One pirate started forward, but Robin punched him with her metal arm, propelling him backwards.

"And why shouldn't we have our way with ye?" asked Barbossa.

"Because I might escape while you all are distracted, like that girl you had up there a second ago," said Robin, pointing at where Elizabeth had vanished. Barbossa's face screwed up in anger as he searched for her or the medallion. Both were gone.

"THE MEDALLION! SHE'S TAKEN IT!" he yelled. The pirates immediately ran for the boats. Robin lingered, grateful for the break from their attention.

"I'll…stay here until you get back or…leave or…"

"No, missy," said Barbossa, nodding at the Bo'sun, who took hold of her good arm. "Ye know of their plans and ye may provide to be a useful hostage. Bo'sun, please escort our young Miss Turlo to the ship," he said. Bo'sun picked her up and carried her out to the boats.

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There, I updated. It took me forever to revise it and I've got stuff going on.

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