At first these 2 new chapters were one HUGE one... but i decided to take it easy on you guys and split it up. So think of it as a "To be Continuted..." sort of a thing. I hope you enjoy. It took me long enough! haha.

"Enter!" the booming voice echoed through the cavern.

Andrew pushed Jack and Will forward, lurching them into the alter that stood before them. The man that had just spoken stood tall, shoulders back, his facial features obscured by the white paint that covered his body. He placed his hands firmly on the stone table in front of him and peered down at the two captured men.

"Them?"

Paul stepped forward and made a slight bow to the man in full voodoo costume.

"Aye. We brought who you asked. We also brought another. He is to be the exchange for our father."

Will backed up against the wall a few feet behind him. The jagged rock edges scraped into his hand. Quickly he glanced back and saw an edge sticking out. Immediately he began to rub the tightly bound rope against the sharp sides. The man's eyes soon found Jack and they narrowed into fine slits.

"Captain Sparrow…" He said slowly, with his thick Haitian accent.

Jack cocked his head to the side. "Aye. 'ave we met before?"

The mans anger grew quickly when he bent forward and pulled Jack closer by his neck.

"We've met before. You sold your soul to me."

Jack's eyes grew wide and he cleared his throat. The mans grip tightened as the Captain struggled to breath. "Oh…right…you're a Shaman…." Jack pursed his lips and looked down in deep thought, then continued in a smaller voice with a grimace. "What was your name again?"

"Shaman Daktari you maggot!" His dark eyes shown brightly with fury as he took Jack's neck in his large hands and threw him backwards.

Jack slowly got back up rubbing his neck and tossing some of his beaded hair out of the

Way. "Ah yes I remember now. I do think we had some sort of agreement. But I don't recall agreeing to any of this."

The black mans teeth shown brightly against his darkened face. "But I do. You agreed that you would never attack my shores. I agreed to leave you pillaging pirates alone, and to never cross you. Last winter your men came on your black sailed ship and raided my villages. You broke your promise."

Andrew's dark laugh was heard as he came up behind the Captain. " It seems you have a dept to pay as well as my father did."

Jack look bewildered "But I wasn't the captain of the Pearl then! It was Barbossa."

"Silence! You cannot fool me Sparrow. I know what kind of man you are…. deceiving. You shall pay what you owe."

Andrew smiled devilishly at Jack, knowing that it was in fact his father who was now responsible for Jacks impending doom. He was taken up on the alter and tied to the metal rings on each corner. Will could feel the frayed ends of the rope start to loosen as he rubbed quicker. The Shaman took out his ivory dagger from his encrusted box to his left. Andrew took Jack's shirt and ripped it open from the neck, exposing his chest where his heart lay.

The rope snapped and Will found the small pistol he had hidden in his boot.

"Barbossa!" He called out. As soon as he said it the chills sent down his spine were reminiscent of the same feeling he had felt months ago.

Both Paul and Andrew turned around, and the Shaman stopped his hand in the air as he prepared to make his first incision. Without hesitation Andrew drew his gun and pointed it in Will's face. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Leaving. And I'm taking Jack with me."

Andrew threw his head back and laughed, then spit on the ground in front of Will's boots. "You're not going anywhere."

"No?" Questioned Will. "Then make me stay. Fight like a man. You won't kill me now… not with that pistol. You need me! You need me to bring your father back. So come on, fight like a man!"

Andrew dropped his pistol quickly and drew his sword. He then threw Will a sword. As soon as their blades met, Will lunged at him, Andrew blocked him but on the counter will slit his arm. It was a deep cut and Andrew recoiled. The blood ran down his arm and dripped to the cold floor below them. Will stood, ready for another swing. But instead he glanced back to his brother.

"Paul here will fight you. It would only be fair…my skills are far beyond yours."

Paul glared at his brother. Andrew glanced towards him then yelled for him to step up then moved off to the side. Paul stepped forward and tapped his blade against Will's. The blacksmith took a breath, lowered his sword, and then took off swiftly down the dimly lit hallway he had come through a few minutes before. For a second Paul stood there, unsure of what to do.

"After him!" Andrew yelled.

Paul and the other men that had come with them, went after Will unaware of his plan.

"Bring him back alive!"

Will was a few steps ahead of his captures but he made sure that they saw him board the Pearl. Just as Paul and his men stepped outside the cavern doorway, Will's eyes met with his just before disappearing into the ship.

"Stay here. I'll go after him."

Will ran through the hall way and into his cabin where they had thrown Liz. He kicked open the door to find it empty. The window was boarded up, the desk was moved, the rug was disturbed on the floor and a trap door was in plain view. He was about step in to get a better look but heard Paul climbing up the side. Quickly Will went in a dark doorway and waited, attempting to push Elizabeth out of his mind.

Paul stepped quietly onto the ship, taking great care in making sure that his boots didn't make too much noise. Also taking great care in making sure that his exposed bone and flesh didn't get caught in the throw net on the deck floor. He saw the door that leads below deck was slightly cracked and moving in the soft Caribbean wind. Slowly he peered in, it was dark and as soon as he moved in, and out of the moonlight, his face returned to its human form. He looked down the hallway and saw the cargo hold door wide open; he looked closer as he saw the glint of metal. He stepped closer and saw the shape of a chest. He squared his eyes and noticed it was the Aztec Gold staring him in the face. Paul gasped just as Will lunged forward with a dagger in hand. Both men tumbled to the ground as they struggled to keep the others blade from their neck. Will ripped the medallion and its chain from Paul's neck unnoticed in the commotion. Paul threw an elbow in Will's face, sending him into the wall. As Paul moved toward him, Will grabbed his leg and pushed him backwards and quickly tried to slit his side but Paul's own hand blocked the dagger. Will jumped up and off the other man. He saw the blood on the blade and wiped it on the gold piece. Immediately Paul saw what was happening and lunged onto Will sending him to the ground, but not before the blacksmith had sent the piece flying through the air toward to chest in the open door only feet away. Paul watched anticipating the gold to merely hit the side and fall to the ground. Instead he heard the clank of metal against metal, then felt the burn of metal against flesh as the man below him ran him through.

Quickly Will threw him off and got up to stand above him. The young man looked into the blacksmiths dark eyes with a pleading stare. His mouth was moving with struggling breaths. Will knelt down and placed his hand on Paul's forehead.

"I'm sorry." Whispered Will as he saw the young mans life being pulled from his body.

"No." He replied. Putting his hand atop Will's on his chest. "I – I'm sorry."

His light blue eyes faded out as dim windows when candles are diminished.

Will closed his eyes tightly and made the sign of the cross above him. He placed the young man's arms over his chest and stood slowly. Will left the hallway and went out on deck. Somehow he had to get Andrew to come to the Pearl… Andrew was more devious than Paul; he would know something was going on under his nose…

He stepped onto the beach and off the ladder in deep thought, not noticing the two large Haitian men waiting for him in the shadows. One of the grabbed Will from behind while the other punched him hard in the stomach. Will fell to the ground and felt his body jolt and crack as their kicking ensued. One of them yelled at the other in French, the other replied the same way then laughed at the beaten, unconscious man on the sand. Both left him in his own blood as they went back into the cavern

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Gibbs, Anna, Bill, and Elizabeth came ashore on the eastern side of the beach. They had seen the Pearl docked on the North side and decided it would be safer to remain unseen. The boat ride was silent and everyone knew why. This was a situation in which they had no control over. This was a situation that they had never been in and no one knew what to expect. It was dangerous. Bill was the first to speak up and take charge.

"Alright. Let's get into two groups, we'll never get anything done if we all stay together. We need to split up and find them."

Anna stepped forward. "No Bill. We need to stay together or at least make a plan. Bloody hell you cant just expect us to do whatever you say!"

Bill glared at her and moved towards her. "Aye. I do! Someone needs to take control of this!"

"Then you just leave it to me then! Its none of your worry, I'll –"

"Both of your leave it!" Gibbs shouted behind them.

The two bickering pirates stopped and looked at each other challengingly then off into the distance and the other down in the sand in embarrassment.

"That's better." Gibbs nodded. "Now." He said, turning to Elizabeth. "What do you think?"

Liz was silent for a moment… as she looked out to the water. Her fingers tapped themselves lightly on her chin. After a second or two she turned on her heel and faced her small crew. "Anna, Bill, come with me. We'll find a way in that rock face. Mr. Gibbs you take the north side and see if you can find another way in, maybe a back way."

"And once we get in?" Anna asked

"We see what we're dealing with." Liz replied solemnly.

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"Let's get on with it." Said the Shaman as he began to prepare Jack for a quick sacrifice.

"No" Andrew snapped back. "We wait. Let's get it done all together."

The large man glared at the cursed young man. "Do not presume that you can command me."

Andrew stepped forward to face him. "Listen, I brought him to you. And we agreed that you would perform the other sacrifice for us as payment. So you'll do what I say."

Just then the two Haitian men stepped into the cavern. They looked satisfied and amused with what they had done outside.

"Well?" Andrew said anticipating.

"Sir?" One of them questioned

"Where is he? … Where is my brother?" Andrew asked, his anger rising.

"We don't know sir. We don't know where your brother is."

He waved away his comment and moved closer. "No matter about him. Where is Turner?"

The taller one smiled and gave a friendly elbow to his companion. "We took care of him."

Andrew was silent. He breathed in heavily and made his face inches from his. "You took care of him?"

He nodded.

"You took care of him!"

Quickly Andrew pulled out a sword and ran it through the tall ones side. His large form crumbled to the ground, a mess of blood running down his body and into a pool. The other knelt by his side and swore at Andrew in his native language.

"Ahhh!" He yelled as it echoed through the cavern. "You dumb brute! Damn you to Hell!"