Rock the boat (don't rock the boat baby). Rock the boat. Sorry, catchy song more or less. Thank you Pharaoh's queen for reviewing your a true reader. However, from you other people... you suck. If I get only a review from Pharaoh's queen that's it, no more from this story. Maybe if you took the time I wouldn't be threatening this in the first place. Oh and my friend wrote some of these paragraphs. I hope you like them. There probably very easy to point out comparing to mine. That's because there simply better.

Friend: Yes I helped out, I feel special!

Me: You should, Dee dee dee!

Friend: No you're the Dee dee dee!

Me: Buttpirates!

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Outside the cave the oars were like breadcrumbs. The breadcrumb-oars lead back to the royal navy's pride and joy, the Interceptor. Will used every muscle he could to help Elizabeth aboard and to make sure they weren't being followed. Will turned to see if there was anything suspicious, but there was no sign of the pirates. Elizabeth climbed aboard only to find more pirates. Poor, Elizabeth, it seemed she would never escape pirates, even on the Commodore's ship. Outside the fog seemed to have lifted comparing to earlier. But still no sun or light in any matter. They were basically home free, Will and Elizabeth. It was mostly quiet between them it was kind of ironic. You'd think all they'd want to do is correspond there little hearts out but no. Mr. Gibbs saw the rowboat a mile away, so the rope latter had already diploid before they climbed aboard.

'I forgot Kyri,' Will thought getting into the ship.

Immediately Elizabeth recognized someone. Someone not a pirate, someone whom was as far away as could be from becoming, or being a pirate, Brenna Norrington.

Mrs. Norrington, the woman that took Elizabeth's place in James's life. Only a few months after Elizabeth had rejected Norrington's proposal, he left to visit London. When he came back, he brought with him his fiancée, Brenna McAllester, The Baroness McAllister's first-born daughter, pride of her father, The Baron McAllester, who had recently passed away. Elizabeth had heard of her and her proper manners with which she was known. Brenna was also known for her feisty temper. Brenna had recently escaped a dreaded marriage a day before the wedding to be with her love, James. No one knew who the man was, but they would soon know in time. The King had covered it all up. She was the person to know in high society, apart from the King. Her father was eager to meet the then-future Mrs. Norrington and when he saw her, he was about to keel over.

The first time Elizabeth saw Mrs. Norrington, she was more beautiful than anything Elizabeth had ever seen. Her long, straight, brown hair was easily tied up in a fashionable bun with large curls. Her tiny waist and good sized breasts that were practically bursting from the top of her dress made Elizabeth jealous, for a short time. Her green dresses of emerald with its pink sash perfectly hemmed around her chest made all the men look at her, even the governor. She was a sight to behold. Her long dress, that was at least ten feet around its hoopskirt, flittered as she walked arm in arm with James. Elizabeth watched from her carriage up above the docks as he smiled a real smile, something she had never seen, or make him do. Her laugh made James light and fairly happy through his days at work, Elizabeth could see. She went everywhere with him, to parties, to London, to work, just about everywhere. She was everything the Commodore was looking for in a wife, everything Elizabeth could never be for him.

Their wedding had been grander than any other wedding of the past five years. All of Port Royals nobility was there even her mother. Everyone was on their best behavior until they saw the true side of the baroness. She scolded her daughter openly and made sure she was using the best of manners that's when everyone knew. They knew the reason why Brenna was the way she was, because of her mother. Brenna had learned from the best of aristocratic women, and in return made sure that she never let her manners below a Queen's, until that day. Until that day Elizabeth stepped onto the Interceptor to see the Mrs. Norrington dressed in James's clothes and her straight hair tucked into a hat.

"Mrs. Norrington? What are you doing here?" Elizabeth inquired, stepping closer to Brenna.

Brenna loathed Elizabeth, more than anything. Her mother told her to never let her guard down around this woman for she was not normal. She would rather go on adventures with a blacksmith (Brenna's mother was impeccable for finding out who loved who and what their true desires were) than marry a man surely worthy to her status.

"Miss. Swann," Brenna bowed to her, keeping up appearances. " I was captured by Jack and Will," Brenna said slowly.

Elizabeth didn't notice the cold shoulder Brenna was giving her. "I haven't seen you in such a long time! I would just love it if you came over for tea and have a couple of woman to woman chats."

Brenna's face was about to peel off; she really did hate this girl. "Madam, your tea could not satisfy anyone this side of the Atlantic, nor have you become a woman because of your choices to turn down the opportunity of marriage and gallivant around with pirates."

Miss. Swann seemed not to notice. "Well then I would love to come over to your mansion and have some tea."

Brenna was going to kill her she really was contemplating it. 'No one would care, and there all pirates, they've killed too,' Brenna thought to herself.

"Miss. Swann, my husband and I are very busy, now if you excuse me, I think I shall take a bath."

With that, Brenna turned her back to her enemy and disappeared, leaving Elizabeth no choice but to follow Will below cabin, away from the pirates.

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It seemed like only seconds but finally it happened. Jack the once lifeless figure groggily woke up. Constantly it became darker then lighter, meaning the other pirates were frantically searching. Kyri still sat above Sparrow eyeing his awaking form. He turned his head left and then right realizing where he was.

"Damn you Turner," Jack muttered while using his elbows to raise himself up. It took a minute for him to sit up properly. Or as proper a pirate can sit meaning one leg stretched out and one bent. His hand massaged his eyes while the other layed unmoving onto of his knee. Even through this was a stressful time humor should always greet it. So Kyri decided to satisfy this notion and run a rig on Jack. She assembled herself crouching behind him then slyly put her arms around his neck. Comfortably placing her arms around him, she leaned over and whispered into the confused Sparrow's ear tenderly.

"Finally your awake, I was getting worried." 'Wait, did I just say that?' It just hit her, how she was acting and thinking. 'This is just a joke nothing more,' thinking not saying another single word. Kyri cared and stayed behind to make sure Captain Jack was fine. 'No, I stayed behind to rejoin my father's crew,' Kyri reminded herself unaware of the now closed eyed Jack leaning back. 'I only stayed for my father, Captain Barbossa not Captain Sparrow.' Sparrow nested his cheek on her shoulder rethinking everything he thought about Kyri. Everything, from the mean remarks to the more then less delightful gestures all vanished within the dank cave air. 'I stayed here for Captain Hector Barbossa not Captain Jack Sparrow,' she argued immensely in her psyche. Sighing in defeat Kyri looked at Jack and saw a growing smile splash on his dirty face. His breathe might have been a little nasty but was also warm and soothing. A simple blush formed and Jack noticed even with his eyes closed.

"Jack you know I was just... joking right," questioning his understanding and her past attempts. She removed her arms and began to wonder if he thought this was a joke or not.

"Captain Jack love, " Jack seductively pronounced ready to nuzzle her into submission, that and other things. But this was not the time or the place for silly moves on a lady. Accepting this Jack took his head off the maiden and stood up. He'll have other places to get what he wants and he won't need a compass to do that.

"My hat," Sparrow announced reaching out to her. Confusion played with Kyri until she turned away and saw the tattered, old, hat. She complied with him giving back the valued item and taking the oar. It helped her stand up right on the rocky cave floor. Jack placed the nasty thing back on this head then looked behind her. His crew, well old crew still searching around having no luck on discovering oars.

"Here," Jack commented taking the oar away from her and walking into the cave. However, Pintel and Ragetti just happened to be right by the opening where Jack and Kyri were. That didn't stop Sparrow from going towards then, nope not one bit. He turned and looked at Kyri one final time then was off. Kyri was not that type of girl you leave so tagged along shortly behind. Using the oar as a cane, Jack was able to conquer the tiny hill of rock. But now looking back on this, it wasn't a smart or safe idea. The meager Ragetti searched frantically around the floor then peered up. His friend Pintel was about to make a sarcastic comment to Ragetti but instead followed his friend's feats. Soon others joined in and was now staring dumbfounded at Jack. Speaking of which, he stopped his advances once Ragetti lifted a finger to him.

"You," Ragetti simply said. Taking a second to comprehend the situation Pintel spoke in a very pissed off manner.

"You're supposed to be dead!"

"Am I not," Sparrow questioned and answered by examining his body. The crafty man brought his head back up and immediately rushed away. His simple plan was demolished when a handful of Barbossa's men were blocking his escaped route. They drew out cutlasses, daggers, swords, and pistols. Only a fool would try to get past them. Kyri only watched this skit on the sidelines. 'This isn't getting you anywhere Jack,' she thought closing her eyes. Jack turned around and the opposite side did the same. A single pistol pointed straight for his face. He leaned closer to it and spoke.

"Palulay," receiving nothing. 'Damn that's not right,' Jack quickly thought closing his eyes and shaking his fist. Then he tried again with a pointed finger.

"Palu-li-la-la-lulu." Pintel and Ragetti exchanged glances at each other. Third times the charm.

"Parlili. Parsnip, parsley, partner, partner." Oh what the luck one would say. Ragetti our favorite wooden eyed pirate said the 'secret' word.

"Parley?"

"That's the one! Parley," Jack yelled while pointing at Ragetti. From side to side, Sparrow yelled the word, which would save his hide. I actually feel bad for Ragetti. His fellow pirates turned to him in disgust.

"Parley," Pintel scorned through his teeth to his friend. "Damn to the depths whatever man that thought up 'Parley'!" Raising his weapon in a threatening way, Jack placed two fingers in each of the barrels. He lowered the gun and leaned forward.

"That would be the French." 'Sly captain,' Kyri smirked.

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Brenna stalked into her husband's office appalled by Mr. Gibbs's sick interpretation that she was unmarried.

"All of that love making surely hasn't gotten me anywhere." Brenna thought to herself.

Brenna began to sit down on the bed when a shiny object caught her eye. Standing back up and doing a one-eighty, Brenna observed the objects. It was Kyri's pistol, dagger, and sword all in one. They were just laying there on the silk covered bed.

"Pirate…" Brenna mumbled as she picked them up.

That's when Brenna got the brilliant idea…Kyri deserved it anyways after all of the aristocrat girl comments she made. She had no idea what it was like to be her…to be in the pressing world she lived in…or all the crap she had to put up with. Brenna walked outside and daintily walked to the side of the boat-taking note that no one was watching her. Brenna took the filthy weapons and raised them over the side and….plop! Into the darkness they sank. Brenna leaned over the railing and watched them disappear. How much she long to just disappears with James on an island like the one they went to for their honeymoon. Brenna began to daydream of those wonderful hours at night lying on the beach…

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Barbossa didn't half to push through the crowds to get to Jack and Kyri. They just stepped aside knowing never to get in Barbossa's way. Kyri finally was reunited with her father after about four days. To her it was like an eternity. See, Kyri only has Barbossa as family, no one else. No mother, cousins, siblings, no one but Hector. Unless you count the little monkey Jack and her two foxes, Ebony and Ivory. 'Father,' Kyri thought running past Sparrow towards the bearded man. This hurt Jack but nonetheless he expected it. When she got there Barbossa was slightly taken back. Well that's because she jumped up and gave him a great bear hug. 'If only Mrs. Norrington or Kyri would do that to me,' Jack thought moving his soften glaze away. He returned it and then gently pushed her aside. Taking a couple of steps forward, Jack placed both of his hands on the single oar then his chin on top.

"How the blazes did you get off that island?"

"When you marooned me on that godforsaken spit of land, you forgot one very important thing, mate." Now what could that 'important' thing be? Hector had little to no idea of what the fuck he was talking about. Maybe he was tipsy, probably very tipsy.

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," confidently stating. Barbossa began walking closer to him.

"Ah, well, I won't be making that mistake again." Now right in Jack face, Hector turned his head and spoke to the crew.

"Gents, you all remember Captain Jack Sparrow?"

"Aye," they replied. Hector leaned close to Jack.

"Kill him," he said with a smile. And in no time at all, every pirate around Jack not including Kyri, retrieved his gun and aimed right for the man. But before Barbossa was right beside Kyri, Jack spoke up.

"The girl's blood didn't work, did it?" Halting, Barbossa thought about it for a second. A sour look washed over him. He hated the commanded he was about to give. 'What are you planning Jack,' Kyri pondered then giving a inquisitive look.

"Hold your fire," turning around and looking at Jack. Each pirate in a way was discourage by this. All the pistols dropped to there sides waiting for the next command. Heading back to Jack again Hector halted and deliberated, "You know whose blood we need."

"I know whose blood you need."

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The ocean shined across the horizon. It was noon as the Interceptor had a sooth sailing over the sea. The fog left at the Isla del Muerta. However, all was not well on the ship. Elizabeth ascended the stairs in a huff. Will had no right to treat Elizabeth like that. After all, she practically saved his life from being hung. Commodore Norrington would have found out he was a pirate and stopped at nothing until he was rightfully persecuted. Elizabeth needed a woman to talk to, and one that had already went through the process of meeting a man, wooing said man, and marrying said man. Elizabeth walked over to Mrs. Norrington who was twiddling her thumbs and smiling to herself having the look of love on her face. That was the way she always looked when she thought about James Norrington. No doubt she was thinking about him.

"Mrs. Norrington?" Elizabeth chided to Brenna.

Brenna stopped smiling and hung her head…just what she needed…a pest. "Yes, Miss. Swann?"

"May I ask you a question?" Elizabeth asked, now sensing that Brenna was going to most likely jump over the side of the deck and drown.

"You already have…" Brenna said, dreading for the question she might ask.

"How would you handle a man when he is angry with you? How did you deal with James when he was angry at you?" Elizabeth had asked a loaded question.

"Did Mr. Turner finally crack under pressure because he knows that the moment he steps back on Port Royal sand he could most likely be hung for his actions?" Brenna asked unleashing her wrath.

"No…he is mad with me and it's because I took something of his…but it was many years ago! I just didn't want him to be caught as a pirate…" Elizabeth looked down in shame. Brenna suddenly felt bad for the young woman. She was just trying to protect the man she loved, the same thing Brenna would do.

'Well, Miss. Swann, the best thing to do is let him cool down. He will realize his actions as offensive and apologize. I remember when James was angry at me for not telling him I would be leaving for London. The trip was canceled of course, out of his anger. But, he later regretted it. He was overloaded with work, leaving me at home alone. One time during those months he was overloaded, I didn't see him for a week. He slept in his office and woke up only to do work or eat. So, when he came home, I really handed it to him. He repaid me of course…." Brenna broke off into a grin. Her mind shot through that night of sweat and clawing backs…"If you were a married woman I'd tell you to with-hold…" Brenna stopped mid-sentence. Brenna did not stop only because what she was about to say was too sensitive for Elizabeth's virgin ears, but because the Black Pearl had caught up.

"Miss. Swann, hold on" Brenna trailed off leaving the Swann in the dust. She ran to the current captain of the Interceptor, Anna Maria. Anna was currently steering the man-of-war when Brenna interrupted her. Totally out of breath, Brenna had to grab a rope just to regain a standing position.

"Anna Marie, the Black Pearl, she's about to entrap us!" Somehow Anna didn't believe her and glanced over her shoulder. Brenna was defiantly correct, the Black Pearl was on the hunt.

"In no time they'll have snared us. We must lighten the load or else," Brenna warned. Elizabeth followed the other girl, in attempts of understanding what's going on.

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(Before Brenna notices the Pearl)

Kyri sat on her white rabbit fur bed. Her room had a simple design of a double bed, desk, chair, and one round window. The main colors were a light green and white. Ebony and Ivory were a sleeping next to the pirate. Stretched out, Kyri wondered many things that happened over the past days. Questions were defiantly unanswered. 'So we're chasing that damn Interceptor. Great I have to see Brenna, again...wait.' She bent up and patted herself up and down.

"Son of a-no I left my weapons of the ship," panicky saying. This didn't keep the foxes asleep, Ebony yawned and looked at Kyri. Then hopped on her, climbed, and perched on her left shoulder. Ivory copied Ebony trying to get her master's attention. They always fought in trying to see who was better. But that's the only thing they have in common, well and there both female foxes. Ebony is a black fox. She is noxious, incorrigible, and slothful. Ivory is a white fox. She is active, tender, and gullible.

"Why do you guys always fight?" Nevertheless they couldn't understand Kyri. Sighing, the pirate layed back down and placed her hands on her stomach. 'Man, the room is really starting to smell like a rotting human.' She reopened her eyes and stared at a brown woven sack in the corner. At the bottom was moldy green making the smell spread through the room. 'Of course that's why,' recalling while shooing the two animals off her shoulder.

After a wonderful night Kyri woke up alone. The sun wasn't shining at all, clouds instead cover the sky like a quilt. A note layed on the cotton pillow next to her. Getting up slowly she took the note into her hands. It read,

'Dear Kyri, I loved the night we spent together. Even though nothing happened it still is a lasting memory you and I will cherish. However, our passion grows it can never bloom into love. I'm a sailor not a pirate. I have a life, a job, a good reputation, it can never be. Don't get me wrong, you are a lovely girl with a heart. Please don't cry for me, you deserve someone better. Someone who can fill your heart up and care about you forever. Please don't cry for me. Love, Ben.'

"You break my heart then leave. What an ass," she spoke crying the dreams of never. To play with a woman's heart is to dance with the devil. Rain hit the window as Kyri fell back asleep.

She was so close to crying. But held it in knowing nothing could be done. Ivory sensed this and rubbed herself against Kyri's side. The pirate stroked the begging pet. Soon after the fox curled into a ball and fell back to sleep.

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"What's happening," Elizabeth questioned nervously.

"The Black Pearl. She's gaining on us," Anna yelled back. Miss. Swann leaned over the side to see the ship with black sails attaining distance. Elizabeth wanted to contradict Maria and climbed on the stern of the ship. Brenna walked away in a fit of anger. Not receiving credit where credit is due.

"This is the fastest ship in the Caribbean."

"You can tell them that after they've caught us," Maria corrected turning the wheel forcefully to the left.

But this story is not and will never be about Elizabeth or 'the bitch'. So back to Brenna who now slammed the doors on the captain's room. 'Don't even say I was the one who saw the Pearl. Damn pirates, there below dogs,' thinking as she sat down on the green couch.

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"Huh, what was that," the girly pirate wondered, getting off the bed. People screaming at each other, that what it was. No doubt it was Barbossa giving orders to the crew. Ivory followed Kyri, who was now heading for the door. Ebony however didn't feel like comparing herself to the other fox. So tried to fall back into dreamland. Upon opening the door stair stood in her path. An easy challenge to overcome as Kyri trailed up them. At the top, the deck swarming with pirates ready to fight. Kyri made it to the top with Ivory in her arms. Half way up the stairs Ivory begin to paw at Kyri's leg. So basically she had no choice but to take her.

"Haul on the main brace! Make ready the guns!" It was her father, Barbossa. 'That's a great man,' Kyri speculated while heading to fore of the Pearl. The cannons were being loaded shaking the ship more. It was extremely rocky, hitting barrels and waves didn't help. Then the sweeps were deplored quickening the speed of the Pearl. She smiled, just like when they invaded Port Royal. 'What's going on,' Kyri pictured different tactics they were going to try. Now the Interceptor dropped their starboard anchor bringing more curiosity into play. Kyri raised an eyebrow and remember to get a new weapon of choice. Something rolled over her foot making her look down. It was a green and white twisted with the coral mini staff. At each end was a dragonhead like in the eastern islands. One was green and the other was white. They had a taunting and devilish grin making them even more frightening.

"Speak of the devil, I found something useful," Kyri declare to herself. Then crouched down which made Ivory jump onto the ship's railing. Taking the trinket into her palm and standing up they were now next to the Interceptor. Scanning right before the fight Kyri saw Elizabeth, Will, and Mr. Gibbs.

"This is going to be interesting," Kyri murmured as the first cannon fired.

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I finished which might be my last chapter. Who knows only the readers can tell me if I should continue. This chapter wasn't in my opinion was my best but still pretty good. There is pirate talk however, I used them in other chappies so check those out to learn there meaning. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, PLEASE REVIEW!