A/N: Wow everyone! 311 hits for the first chapter, and 14 story alerts. I feel pretty good about this story now. XD Well everyone, here's the next chappie!

Elizabeth had been beginning to get worried the night before, and now that she saw the Black Pearl passing by she felt absolutely blessed. It was just her luck that Captain Barbossa would be headed past the little sandbar. She began waving her hands in the air, and yelling, though she doubted anyone would've heard her. Suddenly she thought that the Black Pearl wouldn't notice her, as it steered straight on by. She dropped her hands down to her sides and her face fell. This was just perfect indeed. Her only hope of escape and it was passing her by. Just about then was when Raggeti happened to see her and alert Barbossa. So Elizabeth was altogether overjoyed and relieved when she saw the Pearl swing back to its left towards her. She smiled, picked up the chest that contained William's heart, and ran towards the northern end of the sandbar, avoiding sharp rocks as she did so.

The Pearl came in as close to the sandbar as it could without getting marooned, and then Elizabeth had to splash into the salty ocean water and swim out to the Pearl, where they hoisted a rope down to her. Climbing up was a bit of a challenge while she was holding the chest, but she managed, and she was soon aboard the beautiful ship. Barbossa was the first to come to her and greet her.

"Mrs. Turner…" He paused while Elizabeth looked up, soaking wet. "What ever did ye do to get yourself stranded on a sandbar?"

Elizabeth composed herself as a grin spread across Barbossa's face. "Well…I simply forgot to bring a rowboat with me." That made the crew laugh. Elizabeth shrugged; she knew she didn't have a better thing to say than that, so she let it be.

After the laugh was over and done with, Barbossa spoke again. "Gibbs! Prepare our guest a room. She looks famished and deprived of proper sleep."

Mr. Gibbs immediately disappeared through the crew and into an unused cabin. As for the rest of the crew, they quickly got back to their stations before Barbossa could tell them to.

Elizabeth took this opportunity to talk to Barbossa. "Where are we headed, what's the plan?"

Barbossa smiled. "You're keen on getting started on a new adventure."

Elizabeth smiled in return and shrugged.

"Singapore."

"How convenient."

Barbossa furrowed his brows. "Why, were you headed there?"

"In fact I was. I thought, being King of pirates, I could get a ship and crew from my predecessor's home." Elizabeth explained.

Barbossa seemed disappointed. "I can see we're never going to get that position away from you now."

Elizabeth grinned. "Did you expect me to give it up in order to live with Will of the Dutchman?"

Barbossa stood still, his mouth curled into a frown.

"Come now, you should know I'm smarter than that by now."

Having had enough Barbossa turned and walked to the Captain's wheel. Elizabeth just grinned, proud of herself.

"Mrs. Turner! Your cabin's ready." It was Gibbs.

Elizabeth nodded politely at him and then walked past to her room. It was small, but in a cozy way. There was a twin sized bed on a brass frame and a desk where she could do anything work if she wanted. She didn't have work to do. To top it all off, there were three bottles of rum poised on a table beside the bed. "Pirates." She muttered.

//-//-//-//-//

The little rowboat that Jack Sparrow was in made quick time. According to his compass he'd be there by the next day around noon. Jack had filled himself up with the rum bottle he had, and now he was wishing he'd left some instead of downing it in one swallow. It would be nice to have something to drink about now. His throat was parched, and he wasn't about to drink seawater.

"Another fine dilemma you've gotten yourself into." Came a voice.

Jack looked behind him to see one of those ghastly Jacks that had been following him since being in the Locker.

"Oh you go away."

When he turned back around the other Jack was in front of him.

"Well that's not very nice." It said to him.

Jack's mouth curled into a disturbed one, and he wished the two buggers would disappear. All they did was taunt him.

"I told you he'd drink it all." Said the one behind him to the one in front of him.

"You did not! You said he'd drink it all and get drunk."

"Well, he's always drunk."

"Not when he's not drunk!"

They were both silent for a few seconds.

"Just cough it up." Came the one behind him.

The one in front grumbled before pulling out a bottle of rum and tossing it over the real Jack's head to the Jack behind him. Jack thirstily watched the Jack behind him pull out of the keg and start gulping down the drink. "Hey…easy on that…" He muttered.

The Jack stopped drinking and held the rum out. "Why, do you want some?"

Jack glared. "No."

"Yes you do." Snickered the one in front.

Jack crossed his arms and held his head high.

"Here, I think you should have some." The Jack behind him tossed it back to the one in front, who was sure to drink some greedily, letting a few drops drip onto the boat provocatively.

Jack watched disgusted. How dare they waste rum right in front of him.

"Ah, he's not fun. Just give it to him." Said the Jack behind.

The one in front agreed. "Alright, alright." He set the rum bottle down in front of the real Jack.

Jack waited a minute before eagerly letting his hands grab the rum bottle and holding to his lips, waiting to taste the coolness of it. But it never came…He held the rum bottle out and tipped it over. Nothing. It was empty. When he looked back up both the Jacks were gone. They'd used his own empty rum bottle against him. How he hated them.

//-//-//-//-//

The night came all too quickly, and soon all was dark. But a storm had been brewing all through the day, and it had had Barbossa on the tips of his toes. The whole crew had been ordered to prepare the ship for a storm, and no one was allowed to sleep. Of course Elizabeth had slept all day, so by nightfall she was rested up and ready to help out if she could.

There were cold winds blowing in from behind them, causing the Pearl to sail quickly. But lightning lit up the sky every few moments, and soft thunder followed. "It'll be here within the hour." Barbossa muttered as he glanced up at the sky.

Elizabeth followed his gaze. Lightning flashed, showing temporarily how grey and cloud infested the sky above them was. It was going to be a long night.

As time ticked on the storm got stronger and stronger, and closer and closer. Waves roared up behind them, causing the Pearl to be tossed up out of the water and then fall back down into it with a splash. Barbossa kept steady hands upon the wheel, keeping the ship headed in the right direction all the same. Wave upon wave crashed into the Pearl, and soon they were coming from all directions, not just behind. Barbossa informed Elizabeth that that meant the storm was right over them. No sooner had he said that did rain start pelting down. It hurt. The rain was coming down so quickly that it made it hurt upon touching the skin. Elizabeth had to put her hands up over her eyes to keep the rain out of them. Barbossa's feathered hat protected his own eyes.

The wind came even colder and fiercer now, blowing the Pearl from side to side in a battle against direction with Barbossa. The Captain called out for the crew to take the sails down to give him more control. The big black pieces of cloth quickly were pulled down by rope, and then tied to the masts that held them up to keep them from blowing away. As soon as they were down Barbossa definitely had more control on the ship. Having the sails down allowed the wind to blow right on past the ship instead of fighting it. The storm was just about finished now. The Pearl had made it through easily, and Barbossa allowed some of the crew to go and sleep.

//-//-//-//-//

The storm was much harder on Jack's little rowboat on the other hand. It was all he could do to hold on for his life and clutch the map and his compass, which were safely tucked into his pockets. But all the waves were crashing against the weak sides of his rowboat, which wasn't made to weather storms. The empty rum bottle had been rolling around in the small boat, and the wind and waves combined finally pulled it out into the water, where it immediately sank out of view.

When the rain began so did the problems. The rain hit Jack's skin like a poison dart would, and he quickly flung his hat over his eyes for protection. The waves kept jerking the oars from his hands until he lost his grip and they floated away into the darkness. Suddenly Jack heard a splitting sound. He looked over his head to see the wood on the rowboat's end cracking off. The waves were pounding too heavily for it to last, and it would soon break off. Water was already seeping in through the cracks, and the boat slightly began to sink.

"No! Bad boat!" Jack yelled over the sound of thunder.

That did none to make the boat stop cracking and falling apart. There came another splitting sound, and Jack turned to see the front of the boat cracking apart too. More water seeped in from the front. He frowned nervously. Why couldn't those pesky Jacks show up now to help him? Jack stayed as long as he could in the rowboat before the bottom started to crack, and then the boat started to split into three pieces. "Oh bugger…" Jack mumbled. He quickly gathered himself and stood up. That made the rowboat sink a little further. He held his arms out in front of him and then dove into the stormy waters.

The cold icy water sent chills through his body when he went in, but it was worth it. He came back up to the surface and took in a long breath. The rowboat was gone. Jack just grinned, and then, while treading water, pulled out his compass the best he could, determined which way it was to Singapore, and then started swimming. The water fought against him, but he'd had to swim like this before, and was prepared. As he swam on the storm began to pass and lighten up.

"Just my luck." Jack said as the waters calmed and cleared.