AJsHellCat: Awesome. I tried to make it pretty funny.

ta1nt3d1uv: Hmm... Alrighty then!

serenity-found: Yes, that would be correct. -hands you a cookie- Double chocolate chip!

Cassiopeia Lily: AVATAR ROXORS! ... Whoo! I'm a hero! -plays Superman music- Oh, right. -cookie!-

Dacen Jace: Well, sorry. If I want to write another fic, I'll make up something original. This, however, is a genre all of it's own. Tons of other people do it. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. And I don't think I am lazy as I worked very hard on this. And if you insist on me changing it, I am planning the sequal to go much, much farther off script. Besides, what else is a girl to do with rabid plot bunnies? However, you rebiew is still appreciated and I'll try to change the rest a bit.

POTC4Ever: Meh, that's alright. Thanks for reviewing!

Sorry I'm a bit late. My computer crashed and I had to wait to use someone else's.

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A large storm had broken out and the crew was just trying to hold on for dear life. Will shouted to Gibbs over the storm. "How can we sail to an island that nobody can find with a compass that doesn't work?"

"Aye, the compass doesn't point north but we're not trying to find north, are we? Jack! We should drop canvas, sir!"

"She can hold a bit longer!"

"What's in your head that's put you in such a fine mood, Captain?"

Jack smiled and shook rainwater out of his eyes. "We're catching up."

Will decided to go below deck to check on the young lady. After all, she didn't seem like the sailor type and he thought that she might be frightened by the storm. He knocked on the door and when he got no answer, he opened the door a crack. There she was, sitting Indian style on the bed, completely level-headed, in deep meditation.

"Miss Grace?"

"Huh?" She opened her eyes. "Oh, sorry, Will. Here, come in out of the rain. Do you need something?"

"No, I was just checking to see if you were ok."

"That was thoughtful. Thank you."

Sitting down, Will looked at her. He was silent for a moment as if thinking about what he was about to say. "What is the future like?"

She seemed a bit taken aback at the sudden question but began answering slowly, thinking about each word. "It's very different than here. Everything is so big and no one is quite as connected as they are now, even though communication is extremely advanced. People don't seem to care about the well-being of the Earth and they keep destroying the wildlife. They don't seem to care about other people either. It's a pretty 'every man for himself' kind of place. But there are some good things. Sometimes tragedy pulls people together; makes the bond of humanity tighter. I guess it depends on where you live. Some places are better than others.

"Where do you live?"

"In the United States. Or, what you would call 'The New World.'. Did you know that later, it will break off from England and become its own country? It won't even have a king or queen. Just a president, which is someone that the people get to vote for. It's called a democracy."

"Really?"

'Yeah. And-"

From the deck, they could hear Gibbs, "Will! Get up here! You need to help us secure the canvas!"

"Oh, sorry. I have to go." said Will, getting up.

"Can we talk some other time?"

"Alright."

After he had left, she closed her eyes again and tried to meditate, but couldn't focus. "Do I really want to go back home?"

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Grace sat on the deck, listening to Anamarie explain the inner workings of the ship when they were interrupted. "Let go of the anchor!"

The ship had been cruising through an ominous ship graveyard and had arrived at the dreaded Isla de Muerta. She wondered what exactly had claimed so many ships.

"Young Mr. Turner, Miss Gracie and I are to go ashore."

"Captain! What if the worst should happen?" said Gibbs, lowering the longboat.

"Keep to the code."

"Aye, the code."

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Will looked around the cave and grimaced when he saw a bleached skull sitting on a ledge. "What Code is Gibbs to keep to if the worst should happen?"

"Pirate's Code." answered Grace.

"Aye. Any man that falls behind, is left behind." added Jack.

"No heroes amongst thieves, eh?"

"Well, actually, the way I look at it, is that if someone gets left behind, they're sacrificing themselves for the safety of rest of the crew. Then they are celebrated until there is a new person in their place or everyone just forgets."

"Well put. You know," directing his attention to Will, "for having such a bleak outlook on pirates you're well on your way to becoming one. Sprung a man from jail, commandeered a ship of the Fleet, sailed with a buccaneer crew out of Tortuga…. And you're completely obsessed with treasure."

"That's not true. I am not obsessed with treasure."

Poking his head up over the ledge he thought for a moment. "Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate."

There Barbossa stood, perched atop a particularly large pile of treasure with both the chest of gold and Elizabeth. "Gentlemen, the time has come! Our salvation is nigh! Our torment is near at end!"

"Elizabeth."

"For ten years we've been tested and tried…"

"Jack! We have to do something!"

"Not yet. We wait for the opportune moment."

"…881 we found, but despaired of ever finding the last."

"When's that? When it's of greatest profit to you?"

"Jack, he's right. If we're going to save Elizabeth, we have to do it now."

"May I ask you something? 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."

"And who among us has paid the blood sacrifice owed to the heathen gods?"

"Jack, where are you going?"

"Begun by blood, by blood undone."

Will picked up one of the oars and hit Jack on the head, ending the argument. "Sorry, Jack . I'm not going to be your leverage." He gave a look to his remaining companion.

"Hey, don't go swinging any oars at me. I'm on your side." Then, thinking a moment she looked down at Jack. "I will, however, stay behind with him. We'll be ok."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Go save Elizabeth. Hurry!"

After a few minutes, Jack got up and they made their way to the rowboats. Unfortunately they were spotted by Ragetti. "You."

Pintel gasped. "You're supposed to be dead!"

"Am I not? Oh." He looked up to see a pistol aimed right between his eyes.

"Palulay? Palu-li-la-la-lulu, Parlili? Parsnip, Parsley, par - partner, partner?"

"It's 'parley', Jack." mentioned Grace, in a sympathetic, motherly tone.

"Parley! That's the one. Parley! Parley!"

"Parley? Down to the depths whatever man that thought up parley…"

"That would be the French."

"Yup." Grace butt in. "Makers of mayonnaise, too." Then doing her best Pintel imitation, she put on a stupid looking grin and said "I loik mayonnaise." (AN1)

Then the pirates heaved them both off to Barbossa, who was beginning to wonder what the commotion was all about. "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."

She took the chance to again steal his line. "He's Captain Jack Sparrow."

"Ah, well, I won't be making that mistake again. Gents, you all remember Captain Jack Sparrow? Kill him. And his little friend there."

Grace began to panic when Jack spoke up. "The girl's blood didn't work, did it?"

"Hold your fire! You know whose blood we need?"

She smirked. "We know whos blood you need."

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(AN1) Seriously, that is the funniest blooper ever. I really can do a wonderful Pintel immitation. If you closed your eyes, you wouldn't be able to distinquish me from the movie. Another worthless talent. :)

Anyway, I was watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory last night and I kept sticking in different Pirates quotes. Like, "You forgot one very important thing... I'm Captain Will Wonka!" ... And other silly things like that.