Disclaimer: See chapter 1.

A/N: Seeing that I've already finished this entire thing, I'll be posting the chapters randomly today.

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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Bag

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Chapter 8: A Convincing Act

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I was dragged kicking and screaming back to the Pearl, clawing and biting at my captors. Finally, one of them backhanded me across the mouth,

"Would you just shut your damn mouth?" hissed the one who hit me. I spat in his face as my answer. They pushed me into some other crew members who held me stiff by my arms and yanked my hair,

"Aye, don't let her move," snapped the other, nursing the bite mark I had left on his hand.

"If any of you as much as thinks the word 'parley,' I'll have your guts for garters." I heard Pintel snarl. I couldn't see anyone, the wall of men in front of me was that thick. I heard an explosion. I blanched. The Interceptor blew up,

"Will!" I jerked forward.

"You've got to stop it!" I heard Elizabeth scream at Barbossa, "Stop it!"

"Welcome back, Miss. You took advantage of our hospitality last time. It holds fair now that you return the favor." And I heard plenty of men's joyful grunts and approvals as Elizabeth shrieked indignantly.

"Barbossa!" I looked up. Will stood on the rail, sopping wet from his adventure in the sea. I suppressed a grin, knowing that everyone had turned to face him.

"Will." I breathed. I heard him cock a pistol.

"Oh, no," I groaned, "Dammit he's going to do something stupid." I grumbled, "Bloody bastard,"

"She goes free." I could tell from the men around me that they were either confused or didn't care.

"What's in your head, boy?" Barbossa asked with a mocking tone. I struggled to see him, but to no avail.

"She goes free!" I heard him repeat threateningly.

"You've only got one shot, and we can't die." Barbossa chuckled.

"Don't do anything stupid." I heard Jack beg. I could hear Will's heavy breathing,

"At least let my hair go," I snapped at one pirate. He ignored me.

"You can't. I can." I groaned. When I got my hands on that boy, oooo, I'd be sure to turn him into a eunuch!

"Like that." Jack sighed, bordering defeat.

"Who are you?" Barbossa asked, clearly not amused anymore.

"No one. He's no one. A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though – eunuch." Jack spewed quickly. I rolled my eyes. Like that was really going to work.

"My name is Will Turner. My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner." Will announced, "His blood runs in my veins." Ohhhhh, so two could play at that game. I attempted to bite someone, but a piece of rope became my gag. It was moldy and I could taste the salt of the ocean still clinging to it. I choked and gagged, but they wouldn't let me go; only loosening it so I wouldn't puke all over them.

"He's the spitting image of ol' Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us." Ragetti's voice wavered as it dawned on the crew.

"On my word do as I say, or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones' Locker." I snorted. I was definitely going to kill him when this was all over with.

"Name your terms, Mr. Turner." Barbossa said in pseudo- civility.

"Elizabeth goes free."

"Yes, we know that one. Anything else?" Barbossa asked, a bit exasperated.

"Ashlyn. Ashlyn is also to be set free."

"Who?" I finally tore an arm away from the pirates and pulled the gag out of my mouth.

"He means me," I hacked and coughed. I shoved myself free from the two pirates. Two could definitely play at this game. "My name is Ashlyn Turner." Barbossa laughed,

"What do you think you're doing?" Will asked me angrily.

"I don't think so miss," Shit. I had to think fast on my feet.

"Then you'd be sadly mistaken," I shrugged, "Who cares anyway? I'm not the cursed one," If there was one thing I learned about lying, it was to sound as confident as possible while doing so. Barbossa growled.

"How do we know yer Bootstrap's daughter? Ye look nothing like him," Taking a chance and doing what a Mary-Sue would, I turned around and socked Pintel in the face,

"That's how," No one, and I mean that sarcastically, could withstand the awesome power of Mary-Sue.

"Felt just like Bill's," Pintel groaned, clutching his nose,

"And how do you know that I don't look exactly like my mother?" I lying as quickly as I could, trying not to stumble over my words and make a mistake,

"Ashlyn don't!" Will shouted.

"Besides!" I said loudly, "Do you know where your crew found me?" Barbossa narrowed his eyes,

"Where did me crew find ye?" he sneered.

"Locked away in the captain's cabin. Captains orders," and I jerked my thumb at Jack who was trying to worm his way out of his captor's grasp.

"We should take both of 'em," spat the Jamaican pirate, "And spill both their blood," Another nodded,

"Aye, so there won't be a chance of mistake in case on of 'em's lying," The rest of the crew agreed and Barbossa consented,

"Then you shall be joining us, Miss Turner," and he gave me a sweeping mock bow. "Anything else Mr. Turner?" he asked, turning back to Will.

"The crew – the crew are not to be harmed."

"Agreed." Barbossa said, taking a few steps forward. This wasn't going to go well. In the next few minutes, Elizabeth was shoved towards the plank and Will and I were held back to watch as a tiny island came closer and closer into view.

"Go on, Poppet, go! Walk the plank!" Pintel taunted; a group of jeering pirates had their swords out and were goading her into walking off.

"Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!" Will lunged, struggling against the men who held him back. I rolled my eyes. Jesus, people do stupid things when they're in love!

"Don't dare impugn me honor, boy." Barbossa snarled. He was, indeed, an intimidating figure, "I agreed she'd go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where." He chuckled as Will was gagged. "Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it lads?"

"Aye." The crew agreed.

"So I'll be having that dress back before you go." I snorted. Dirty old pervert.

"I always liked you." Jack said to the Jamaican pirate who growled back.

"It goes with your black heart." She snapped, throwing it at him. He chortled. HA! And held it to his face.

"Ooh, it's still warm." He said turning to face the crew and he tossed it at another member. They howled with laughter.

"Off you go! Come on!" If I were a pirate, I would've pushed her off by now, she was taking so damn long.

"Too long!" Apparently Bo'sun had agreed with me and violently stepped on the plank, jolting it and causing her to fall off. Jack laughed with them a bit until the shoved him to be next.

"I'd really rather hoped we were past all this." He said, turning to face Barbossa. I laughed at their height difference.

"Jack… Jack…" Barbossa clapped a hand on Jack's shoulder, "Did ya not notice? That be the same little island that we made you Governor of on our last little trip." Jack glanced at the island before looking back at his mutinous first mate.

"I did notice."

"Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape…but I doubt it." He unsheathed his sword and brandished it at Jack's throat. "Off you go."

"Last time, you left me a pistol with one shot." Jack smiled, biding his time.

"By the powers, you're right! Were be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward." Barbossa ordered. He seemed to be in a very mocking mood today…

"Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman…would give us a pair of pistols." He couldn't delay it any further, but I gave him points for trying.

"It'll be one pistol as before, and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady and starve to death yourself."And Barbossa threw Jack's effects overboard. Jack spared me a glance,

"I'll be coming back for you love," he mouthed before diving off. Barbossa turned to me after ordering the crew and Will be locked in the brigs,

"Aye, lass, you haven't said a word since announcing who ye are,"

"So what you douche bag?" He raised his eyebrow,

"And what be that?"

"A vaginal cleaner," I replied insolently. He growled,

"Take her to the brigs!" he barked, "And lock her up with her brother!" So then I was jostled down below and thrown into a cell with Will. He caught me before I fell and shook me,

"Why did you do that?" he cried, not he wasn't weeping… I failed to answer. Why had I? He let me go and turned away from me, exasperated. Then I remembered,

"I already know what's going to happen," I smiled, "I'm just here for the ride."

"If you already know what's going to happen," He faced me, "Will Elizabeth be alright?" I raised my eyebrow.

"I can't tell you. If I did, based off what I told you, you might act in a manner that would otherwise contradict what you would do if I hadn't told you." He stared at me before nodding. He didn't say anything to me for a while. An hour or so later, Pintel and Ragetti came down to swab the floors.

"Awwk, shiver me timbers." Mr. Cotton's Parrot squawked.

"Cotton 'ere says you missed a bit." Gibbs pointed out helpfully. I snorted as Pintel smacked the cell door with the filthy mop.

"You knew William Turner?" Will asked, leaning against the door.

"Ol' Bootstrap Bill. We knew him. Never sat well with Bootstrap what we did to Jack Sparrow, the mutiny and all. He said it wasn't right with the Code. That's why he sent off a piece of the treasure to you as it were. He said we deserved to be cursed… and remain cursed." Pintel said gruffly. I placed a comforting hand on Will's back.

"Stupid blighter." Ragetti's lip curled.

"Good man." Gibbs shot back. I nodded, glaring at Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum.

"Well, as you can imagine that didn't sit too well with the Captain." Pintel continued with a malevolent smile.

"That didn't sit too well with the Captain, at all." Ragetti chuckled, "Tell him what Barbossa did."

"I'm telling the story!" Pintel replied loudly like a selfish child, "So…what the Captain did, he strapped a cannon to Bootstraps' bootstraps."

"Bootstraps' bootstraps." Ragetti echoed, leaning on his mop.

"The last we saw of ol' Bill Turner, he was sinking to the crushing black oblivion of Davy Jones' Locker." Will's muscles tensed beneath my hand. "'Course it was only after that we learned we needed his blood to lift the curse." Pintel mused.

"That's what you call ironic." They looked at each other and began to chuckle. They stopped and I turned my head to see Barbossa standing in the stairwell with a few crew members.

"Bring them!" He ordered, chucking the keys at Ragetti's face.

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For those of you who are pointing at Ashlyn and shrieking, "MARY-SUE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" I know, I know. "Why did Barbossa and the crew believe her?" If you think about it, seeing that they royally screwed up the first time, they wouldn't take any chances the second time. Secondly, Ashlyn wasn't thinking, then again, she kinda was. Afterall, she knows what's going to happen. I know what's going to happen, Hell, you know what's going to happens, so she kinda sees it as a bit of a game. No, she doesn't love Will. Okay, well, she kinda does, but in that, "I have these feelings for this guy and since I don't know what to call them, I'll just cliché-ly label them love" kinda way, you know?