A/N: Sorry it's been so long! Again! I'll have the next chapter up really really soon! I promise! My excuse for not updating quickly is that I am a pirate, and pirates don't keep their word ) And this chapter is dedicated to Undiscovered Talent and Phoenix Fairy, my beta reader. They have stories too! Check 'em out!

Pirates of the Caribbean: Revenge of the Dead

By An Unknown Writer

Chapter Five: Rebels

"I just hope she doesn't do anything… stupid," Lissie murmured to herself as she watched her friend go inside. She looked at her surroundings, taking the setting in. The dirty alley was littered with garbage. The buildings lining the passage were dilapidated and the air reeked of decay. "Even Tortuga isn't this bad!" Lissie thought. Her attention was grabbed by a notice posted on the grimy tavern window. She crept out of her hiding place to get a closer look at the parchment. She peered at it and read:

Official Proclamation

From here on out, the liquor more commonly known as

rum is to be banned throughout the port city of Port

Royal. Anyone who is caught to be in possession of the

drink will be prosecuted and punished under the law.

Admiral James Norrington

Lissie did a double-take. "Rum? Even I don't despise it that much! The man's got to be bonkers to try and ban rum," she thought. Izzy… tavern… no rum…punishable for possession…Isabella Sparrow loved rum more than the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow himself. When the two were paired together, there was no good, only the bad and the ugly. Lissie's racing mind came to an abrupt halt when she realized that Izzy was in serious trouble.

Lissie was taken out of her trance when cries of anger and annoyance came from inside the tavern.

"Rum's not allowed! Fo' the last time!"

"No rum? Are ye insane mate?"

Lissie pushed herself through the doors of the tavern and entered a musty room. She witnessed Izzy being yanked on the arm by the tavern owner and pulled harshly outside into the open. Lissie sighed and followed them outside.

"Damn it!" Why in the blazes did I let her go in there? Alone? I should've known she'd do something irrational! Bloody pirate!" Lissie's mind ranted.

The tavern owner was short pudgy, Izzy having a couple of inches on him. Despite the height difference, Izzy could not free herself from his ever-strong grasp. His face was bright red as he ranted endlessly at Izzy. Lissie was fixated in her spot, peering at the brewing storm. She could not budge to help Izzy out.

"I'll have ye know tha' anyone who sells o' 'as rum'll be punished and persecuted!" he ranted.

"I swear! I 'ad no idea 'bout the uh… thingy… um… law… tha' uh… banned rum," Izzy pleaded. "Sir," she added sarcastically but the tavern owner did not pick up on the fact that sarcasm was dripping from every word she uttered.

"Sure ye didn't!" he replied as he pulled her closer and stuck a pudgy finger in her face. Lissie realized that she should step in and add her two cents in before it was too late and Izzy landed herself in a heap of trouble.

"Sir! Wait!" Lissie called out to the retreating tavern owner.

He turned. "Wudda ye wan'?"

"A word with you. My uh… sister… you see… she's um… not exactly right in the head."

"I am too!" Izzy persisted.

"Meanin' wha'?" the tavern owner questioned.

Lissie walked up to him and whispered in his ear. "She thinks she's a pirate. My family tried to get help… but nothing worked…"

"Well tha's too bad!" The tavern owner laughed. He yanked on Izzy's arm again, beckoning her forward. Izzy struggled to free herself from his tight grasp, but to no avail. Lissie began to lose hope and began to think that it was all over; they would be found out and hung in a fortnight.

"What's going on here?" Lissie turned around and standing behind her were the three navy men from before. Lissie inched away from them, hoping that they would not figure out that she and Izzy were pirates. "Mr. Petersen, what is the meaning of all thing ranting? Such a commotion you're causing!" The tallest of the three men stepped forward to Mr. Petersen and took Izzy out of his hands.

"This 'ere girl," he spat out, "asked fo' a bi' o' rum." A smirk immediately entered his face.

"Is that so…" the tallest officer said. He turned to Izzy and asked, "Is that really what happened?" His eyes were cold and his facial appearance was stern.

"There's no poin' in lyin'. Aye. I asked for a bi' o' rum. Happy?"

"Lieutenant Roberts?" the tall officer questioned one of his comrades.

"Yes sir."

"Go and fetch Admiral Norrington." Lieutenant Roberts started to the town center, but the tall officer added as a side note, "And make sure you bring the irons. Two of them."

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The girls waited in silence with the two remaining Navy officers while Lieutenant Roberts scurried off to go and fetch Admiral Norrington. At first, Lissie made a feeble attempt at small talk, but the officers merely laughed. The sun began to droop behind the horizon, the day turned to night, and the air grew chilly.

"Hey Izzy?" Lissie whispered.

"What?" Izzy demanded.

"Do you have any good escape plans?"

"At a time like this? Escape plans?"

"Yes at a time like this!" Lissie frowned.

"No."

"And why not? You always have a plan!"

"I can't think o' nothin'. Me brain's at a loss o' rum. Can't function properly."

Lissie sighed and turned away from Izzy.

"What about you?" Izzy questioned.

"Nothing… nothing at all…"

"Well, we'll just have ta' play it by ear then."

"Play it by ear…" Lissie mumbled. She sighed again and looked to the horizon, the sun now almost completely behind the land. Before drifting into her thoughts, she coughed violently and whispered to herself, "I hope," yawn, "everything… works out."

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"So these are the trouble-makers?"

Lissie jumped at the sound of the harsh and booming voice.

"Yes sir, Admiral Norrington sir," Lieutenant Roberts supplied.

Izzy groaned and opened her eyes. It was a dark, cloudy night; the moon peering at the unfolding scene from behind the clouds. The Lieutenant carried a lantern high, giving light to the pitch black alley. Izzy looked up at Admiral Norrington's stern face and said, "I 'onestly men' no 'arm."

"Really," was Norrington's curt reply. He did not sound convinced.

Lissie stood up and pulled him out of Izzy's hearing.

"Like I said before, she's not right in the head," Lissie said," sir. This is all just a big old mix up between friends eh? Begging your pardon of course."

"Well then Miss…"

"Uh… Lissie!"

Admiral Norrington made a face. "Well then, Miss Lissie," Admiral Norrington boomed, "I suppose this really is all a big misunderstanding. Therefore, an apology seems to be in order!" He stuck out his hand, wanting Lissie to give it a shake. His men stood aside, looking sheepish. Lissie cautiously looked at her hand, then his, and slowly inched it towards the Admirals. He grabbed hold of the arm, pushed up her white, billowing sleeve, and turned over her arm. The "P" branded on her arm was now clearly visible.

A/N: DUN DUN DUN! I'm sorry for the short chapter! But I have a question for all you kind readers. I'm not sure whether I want to re-do the story (not entirely) to fit into the events of AWE. Or keep it along the original plot line. Tell me what you think please!