Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 13 of Fake It. Thank you to those who have left reviews. It really does mean a lot to me. I hope that you guys enjoy this next chapter. I can't wait to show you guys what is to come in this chapter. Without further ado Chapter 13. ENJOY!

Chapter 13

Bonnie was busy working on one of the sails as the rain pounded hard on the deck and then it suddenly stopped. Bonnie tilted her head back taking a breath of the air closing her eyes. She knew what it meant when the rain stopped. Nothing was wiser with this calming weather and it was dangerous of where they were just about to pull into.

"Isla de Muerta! Isla de Muerta, off the port bow!" Twigg yelled down to everyone.

Barbossa moved to the rail, a smirk coming onto his lips.

The storm clouds were breaking up. On the horizon was a dark, ominous shape, Isla De Muerta. Mostly sheer unfriendly cliffs that shot straight into the water, surrounded the slate gray sea.

Barbossa grasped the rail with both of his hands. His expression changed to a mixture of loathing and fear.

Jacoby approached rather hesitantly. "Orders, Captain?"

"Bring her in, not too close. I won't brave the reef, not until high tide. We lay anchor before dark."

Jacoby nodded his head and backed away.

Barbossa continued to stare at what they all hated. "That is, if it first doesn't sink back down to hell from where it came."

Bonnie slowly moved towards the rail and looked at Barbossa. "Are you certain of this Captain?" Her voice came out hesitantly. "Waiting until high tide? Our curse…"

"It will be gone soon enough." Barbossa said, looking at Bonnie with a leering gaze.

Bonnie moved slightly in discomfort. "And you don't think that Jack won't come and chase you down?"

Barbossa's calloused hand rested suddenly on hers. He gripped it and turned to her looking her dead in the eyes. "Your so-called husband if you wish to call him that won't be able to follow. He's long since forgotten you…"

Bonnie looked down knowing that Barbossa didn't know that Jack was at the port unless one of the crew members squealed but she wasn't thinking that was likely since they were all upset with him for finding this cursed treasure.

PIRATES

Jack cradled his compass in both of his hands. Jack leaned over it and studied it. He was praying that it would lead him right to what he had most wanted in life. His wife and his ship. He watched the compass move around and settled on the southeast. "Bear three points starboard."

AnaMaria turned the wheel, adjusting the course.

The ship leaned into the new direction.

Jack looked down and looked at his compass, the indicator spun around reversing and settled on NorthEast now. "Six points port!"

AnaMaria frowned, but followed the order, turning the wheel back and the ship responded.

Morgan looked over at her father and shook her head lightly. She came down to the main deck to help with the ropes to make sure that everything was going well.

Will worked on the deck, coiling a rope, but he watched Jack and AnaMaria, clearly not happy with what was going on.

Gibbs hobbled up to the younger man. "Left-handed ropes are coiled against the sun, or it's bad luck!" Gibbs twirled a finger. "Anti-clockwise." Gibbs took over the task from Will.

"Just like you think it's bad luck for women to be aboard?" Morgan called out giving Gibbs a look knowing what he had thought.

The ship shifted course again.

Will let out a frustrated breath finally having enough of what was going on. "How do we expect to find an island no one can find - with a compass that doesn't work?"

"Now, lad, just because it don't point north don't mean it don't work." He lowered his voice as he saw Morgan coming closer to them.

"That compass gives bearings to the Isla de Muerta." Morgan said, looking at Will with an irritated look.

"Really?" Will questioned moving slightly closer. "So ... what's the story on the pistol?"

Gibbs began to settle in, happy to have someone willingly listen to him. He looked over at Morgan who nodded her head letting him know that she was alright with the story. "I'll tell lee. Now, Jack Sparrow has an honest streak in him, and that's where the whole problem starts. This was when he was Captain of the Black Pearl -"

"What? He never told me that." Will said, his eyes shifting over to the young woman that stood there.

"Oh no you're not asking me. You asked Gibbs for the story, not me." Morgan said, shaking her head looking at him.

"Ah - he's learned, then. Plays things more close to the vest. See, Jack was a cartographer, back in Old England. Somehow he came by the money to commission the Pearl. Hired himself a crew, promised each man an equal share. So, they're forty days out, and the First Mate says, everything's an equal share, that should mean the location of the island, too. So Jack gave up the bearings." Gibbs shook his head. "That night, there was a mutiny."

Morgan looked down at her boots, her hands clenched tightly at her sides.

"Jack gave hisself up for the sake of his loyal crew. He was marooned on an island, left there to die. With a young daughter with him as well to die."

"How did they get off the island?"

"I didn't!" Jack yelled at them.

Will and Gibbs both jumped.

Jack stood right there not too far away from them.

Morgan let out a soft laugh shaking her head lightly.

"My body's still there, rotting away, and I am but a ghost!"

Will and Gibbs looked at him befuddled, unsure of what to think of what Jack had said.

Morgan elbowed her father causing him to wince and cough a little rubbing where she had nailed him at.

"How did you get off the island?" Gibbs questioned.

"Ah, that's a dark and unpleasant tale, best left untold." He started to walk away.

"Wait - what about the pistol?" Will questioned following Jack wanting to know why he didn't fire his pistol whatsoever.

"The pistol. When a pirate is marooned, Will, he's given a pistol with a single shot. No good for hunting, or surviving, really. But after three weeks of starvation and thirst - the option of that pistol begins to look good." Jack slowly pulled out the pistol and raised it. "But I survived. And I still have that single shot. It's meant for one man. My mutinous first mate-"

"Barbossa."

Jack shot Will a glance and nodded before moving away from them.

Morgan took a soft breath. "There is more to the story." Morgan said softly as she wrapped her arms around herself. "My father wants to get my mother back."

Will blinked a few times and looked at Morgan. "What?"

"My mother is still on the ship…"

"How?"

"Barbossa wouldn't ever let her leave." Morgan said softly, shaking her head lightly. "He just wants us all back together as a unit before Barbossa decides to be a mutinous first mate. Who calls himself the Captain of the Pearl when it really should either be my father or my mother. Not him." Morgan then slowly walked away from them taking a soft breath.

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This is the end of Chapter 13. I hope that you guys enjoyed it. I hope that you guys are enjoying both Morgan and Bonnie. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Reviews keep me going. I hope to have the next chapter out soon. Until next time.