Disclaimer: I don't own POTC. The movie is almost out! Chapter title is a short story by Edgar Allen Poe.

Chapter 42: Diddling

It had been longer than three days, and they were completely lost. There was no sign of any village for miles through the thick jungle. Throughout their journey, Wynona had barely spoken to the two of them. Camille was as bright and optimistic as always, even though she dreaded finding Aguadulce even more than she did the curse that was upon her. And besides that, she was growing nervous about The Pearl and why it hadn't docked at Barranquilla in the first place. The more she went over this detail in her mind, the more it began to bother her.

Camille sat down with her back against a tree, exhausted. There was no doubt in her mind that Wynona had purposely led them into the middle of the jungle. But it was more preferable than being threatened by those men, whoever they were. Wynona also kept the crutch with her, even though it seemed to be like quite a burden for her to carry.

Will rinsed his face in a small pool, relieved for the small break. He sat down hard, lying down on his back and looking up at the canopy. "We're lost, aren't we?"

"I suppose so," Camille replied dully. "I don't think I'd mind it so much if it were for my impending doom. I wish that I could have some idea about what we are to find there."

Will put his hands beneath his head, making himself more comfortable. "I don't know what we'll find, or even who. It could be anything. I hope that whatever it is, it's mortal this time."

Camille nodded. She was expecting him to say more, but she could see by the rise and fall of his chest that he'd fallen asleep shortly after. She continued to rest against that tree, wondering just where they were and how they were possibly going to find out where Jack, the Black Pearl, or Aguadulce was. She sighed, shutting her eyes and tilting her head over her face.

She could sense someone behind her. "Wynona, if you're going to kill me, than just do it," she urged.

"I wasn't going to kill you," Wynona said, making her presence known now. "I was getting some food."

"I can see that. That's why you've got that large knife, is it? Skinning very small animals, eh? You're a terrible liar."

"I'm better than you are."

"Most everyone is. But I can do it when it counts."

Wynona sat down in the clearing, dropping the sack next to her. "Well, I did lie about knowing my way to Aguadulce. I've never even heard of it."

"Oh, really?" Camille said, looking around her. "Clever girl. I should never have fallen for it. I knew there was something odd about you from the very beginning."

"Don't mock me," Wynona snapped.

"Oh, I'm not. Disguising yourself as a man is probably one of the smartest things that a woman can do these days."

"I wasn't planning on being clever," Wynona said, getting to her feet. "I just think that corsets are uncomfortable."

Camille laughed loudly. She was starting to like this young girl more and more by the second. And she was beginning to notice some very outstanding characteristics about her. Dark hair, dark eyes…the eyes were irrefutable evidence.

After her laughter rang out through the jungle, Camille noticed that it was particularly quiet. This brought her to her feet. She narrowed her eyes, trying to concentrate on anything that looked like it didn't belong. The girl didn't seem at all concerned in the least, as she continued to walk around the cluster of trees where they were.

"William, wake up," Camille commanded, making her way over to her friend. He didn't stir. "Will!" She bent over, noticing a small red object sticking out of his arm. She pulled it out, examining it. It was some sort of dart.

She cried out in alarm as she felt something sharp dig itself into her skin. She turned her head quickly and managed to find the same dart in her side. All of a sudden she began growing woozy, and the last thing she remembered was trying to pull the dart out of her skin.