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AN: Sorry for the delay, thanks for all the comments!


Jack awoke, sitting up quickly to hide the fact that he had fallen asleep on his watch. He glanced around suspiciously. At least no one had been mauled.

Blink. Magdalena hadn't slept at all. Homesickness and nerves often lead to insomnia for her, and this was as far away from home as one could get. She wasn't even sure why she was here. She sat up, moving stealthily around Will to get to Jack.

"Hello," she squeaked, her voice not quite working in the morning.

"Good morning, love. The whelp's still asleep, eh?"

"Yeah. He's Sleeping Beauty." There was a joke Jack couldn't appreciate. He laughed anyways because it was an insult to Will.

Silence fell again. Jack's face grew troubled. He stared off, contemplating. "How do you know about Davy Jones?"

Magdalena decided the best thing to do was to tell the truth, so that Jack knew he was outsmarted here. She knew his future after all.

"I'm from the future."

He snorted, as was expected. "And what do you see, in the future?" He laughed.

"I don't see the future, I've already seen it." Magdalena huffed, annoyed. "Okay, 'future' was a bad choice of words. Sushmita and I, we're friends. And I don't know why I got pulled in here with her, but she's here because of me. Just…complicated stuff." She didn't need to mention the survey, which would result in an explanation of the Internet and a history lesson. Rather, a future lesson.

Jack didn't seem convinced. Magdalena grew more and more frustrated. "You're going to die," she said. It was the most shocking thing she could think of, and based on "Dead Man's Chest", it was something Jack feared very much. "The Kraken's going to get you, and drag you and the Pearl to Davy Jones's locker."

"That's actually what I was hoping to avoid, love," Jack said nonchalantly.

"Yeah, I know, but you're still going to die. Unless you listen to me…"

Jack squirmed. But he quickly composed himself and demanded more information.

"Not unless you promise this time. Because if you leave me behind you will die for sure." There was a pause. "Do we have an accord then?" She stuck out her hand.

Jack kept the uncertain expression on his face. There was no way he would let Magdalena know how important she had just become to him. She could prevent death, for heaven's sake. After lingering another moment for effect, he shook her hand.

Magdalena turned her attention to Will. There was movement beneath the eyelids. Then he sighed and turned to the other side.

"Will, get up." He pretended not to hear. "Will, you're awake, and it's morning."

"The navy is up and about," Jack added.

Will opened his eyes, squinting in the shadows of the bridge. He stretched a bit too exaggeratedly, and attempted a yawn. This was crazy. He had just spent the night with a witch and a pirate. Will sought comfort in telling himself that it was all for Elizabeth, and that when she heard of his sufferings for her safety, she would love him all the more.

Having all stretched their limbs and cracked their joints, the three established their plan.

"Follow me," Jack said. Will opened his mouth to protest, but Magdalena shut him up with her angry Asian face. They crawled under a boat and waited.

Why are we under a boat? Will wondered. My thighs ache. I'm hungry. They continued to wait.

What if my added weight makes the boat go crazy? I'm not strong enough to pull it down. God, Will keeps fidgeting. Magdalena kicked behind, and Will grunted.

The whelp just won't shut up, will he? Alright Jack, review the plan. Intercept the Interceptor using that fancy plan of Magdalena's, sail to Tortuga, find Gibbs, convince him that you are not crazy, you have leverage mate…get a loyal crew, then go find Barbossa. After that…you can figure it out later. The journey to Tortuga will give you time..

"Let's go," Will whispered desperately. His legs had fallen completely asleep. She wouldn't admit it, but Magdalena's had as well.

Fortunately for Will, he did not have to wait long. Marching and jiggling bayonets passed by, and then there was quiet. The boat slipped stealthily into the water.

They trudged about for a while, not being able to see exactly where they were going.

"This is either madness, or brilliance." Will said. His feet failed to coordinate. Magdalena kept bobbing up and bumping her head on the roof of their little "air bubble". Jack turned several times to glare at them, annoyed.

It was at this convenient time that Will's foot decided to step into a lobster trap. Will looked down, trying to hide his mistake with stealth. In his concentration, he was unaware that the line pulled the buoy above the water.

Magdalena looked down. It was unbelievable how they kept the bubble of air, even though she had learned the science behind this in third grade. She spotted the lobster trap dragging along and the slippered foot inside it. "Jack, we need to stop for a minute."

"What?" Jack whipped his head around, the beads slapping Magdalena in the face.

"Ow!" unable to resist, she removed her right hand from the edges of the boat and rubbed her reddening cheek. The boat floated upwards a bit more. Everyone looked up, surprised that Magdalena had been helping in pulling the boat down at all. "Will's foot is caught in a lobster trap. I'm going to go down and pull it out."

Jack looked up again, exasperated. "Fine," he huffed. "Make it quick."

Magdalena dove down, kicking to propel herself downwards and kicking both men in the process. Muffled grunts came from above. She tried to keep her eyes open, but the saltwater stung. She grabbed hold of Will's foot and tried to pry it out. She couldn't. As a last resort, she gave a kung-fu chop to the wood, her movements slowed down by the water. Amazingly, the trap broke and Will was free. Magdalena swam back up, rubbing her eyes as Jack and Will patiently waited.

Magdalena paused for a minute and set her hands on the sides of the boat again, "Onvards!" Both men turned around again to stare, Jack a little more gingerly this time, questioning their choice to follow her.

They managed to get to the hull of the Dauntless, pushing the little boat away from their heads and gazing up at the massive behind of the great navy ship. They grabbed hold of it somehow, and began the climb upwards. It was the most athletic thing Magdalena had ever done.


As soon as Prince Benevolent's words were proclaimed and echoed through the castle hall, a musical montage began in which all the maids of the castle cleaned, all the maidens picked out their dresses and various types of blenders for the new couple, all the mothers primped their daughters in last attempts to catch the prince's eye before he got hitched, and all the woodland animals pranced delightfully.

But Sushmita had yet to go before the king and queen for approval. She would, after all, be queen of the land and the current queen especially wanted to ensure the continuation of her doily collection. Benevolent's sister, Princess Miyagarisha stepped in and offered to help Sushmita find proper attire.

"We'll have you fixed up in no time," Princess Miyagarisha exclaimed.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?" Sushmita asked timidly. Miyagarisha seemed very excited.

"That's not at all what a future queen should wear. Why, we can even see where your right leg meets your left leg! Silly, trousers should be left to men." Everything Miyagarisha said was sugar sweet and happy, her voice trilled to the corners of the room. Her dress shimmered like a pale man in a field. It was pink and spread out behind her at least ten feet. Ribbons, orange roses, and doilies dotted the luminous fabric. What was most striking, however, was her face.

When Miyagarisha had been born, her parents had invited all the fairies to her christening, as was customary. In order to outdo the other princesses' christenings (there had been a baby princess boom that year), Miyagarisha's parents had invited every single fairy, including Stumpy.

Stumpy was not a bad fairy; it was only that she resembled a troll doll. But Stumpy had many talents, such as gymnastics, cooking, and her poetic grasp of language. Stumpy could create a metaphor out of anything and make it sound like the words of the gods.

At Miyagarisha's christening, Stumpy had been so grateful of her invitation that she had insisted on blessing Miyagarisha first. And so, Stumpy tiptoed over the cradle and uttered her poetic words. Suspenseful music had played, as appropriate. "Your visage will be so radiant as to be a light among men." And all the people had oohed and aahed at the beauty of her words. Stumpy too, had been pleased with herself for not allowing the child to live with the curse of ugliness like her own. Until the child's face lit up.

And so it was that Miyagarisha had a lightbulb for a face.

She hadn't received any other blessings after that, which made life difficult. Miyagarisha couldn't summon animals with a song or sing at all for that matter. She had no friends except for Belle, and only because Belle secretly had a thing for hanging out with inferior people. But now Belle had found love, and after she had forced the prince to turn back into a beast, they were living quite happily ever after.

Miyagarisha was glad to have a new friend in Sushmita. Pulling out petticoats and corsets, she laid them all out and flung open her wardrobe cabinets. She had to do this manually, because of her lack of magical powers. Sushmita waited. Her feet hurt after a few hours, so she sat on the bed, fingering the whalebone corset in thought, and then horror.

"This is a dead whale. I'm not wearing this. I refuse to wear this." She said, with conviction. After determining that Sushmita's voluptuous curves would not fit inside any undergarments of the day, Miyagarisha gave up trying to stuff Sushmita into a petticoat.

"Try this," Miyagarisha offered a silkier than silk blue silk dress to Sushmita, draped beautifully on her arms. Sushmita tried it on, but it ripped at the hips. Tears came to her eyes once again, her mind wondering why her hormones kept overreacting. Finally, Magdalena decided to give Sushmita one of her dresses with a bustle. Sushmita put it on without the bustle and it fit. Taking a deep breath, she followed Magdalena's lead to the great throne room.

"She must prove her lineage, regardless of your love for one another," King Dwight proclaimed. Proclamation had recently become popular ever since the men of the land had seen how it made the women swoon for King Edward of Andalasia. He had toned it down a bit since the birth of his firstborn Prince Pilot. It made the baby prince cry.

"Why don't we do what they did with Princess Acacia?" Queen Amarylis suggested. Having no clue what they had done with Princess Acacia, Prince Benevolent and King Dwight quickly agreed.

The queen quickly arranged for Sushmita's bed to be made. Meanwhile there was much feasting and drinking. Prince Benevolent sank his teeth heartily into his roasted swan thigh. Sushmita politely looked away, choosing instead to study the intricate embroidery of the tablecloth.

An exclamation arose when the great doors to the kitchen opened and the cook emerged, a little man with a plate teeming with fish balanced precariously on his right hand. He walked over to the main table, where he bowed and introduced his newest culinary delight to the royal family. "Your majesties, milady," he bowed again, the platter still balanced with incredible precision. "May I present the dish that will sweep all other dishes away: Swedish fish."

The rest of the people in the hall clapped delightedly because although they could not hear the conversation, they sensed it was over and they were hungry. The cook proudly scooped two fish onto each plate. "Milady?" he offered Sushmita.

"No thank you. I don't eat meat of any kind." The cook moved on, but his shoulders sagged just a bit for the rest of the night. The orchestra began to play. Everyone got up, as it was not fashionable to sit out on the waltz unless you were the king and queen. Sushmita however, remained in her seat. Prince Benevolent saw this and sensed royalty in her behavior. He smiled. She would pass whatever test his mother had planned and join him as his wife and queen.

"Milady? May have this dance?" He asked in dulcet tones, stretching out his right hand and pulling her chair back with the other, expecting her to stand up. Sushmita promptly fell on her behind on the cold marble floor. The prince frowned. This was not royal behavior. She quickly scrambled to her feet, her hands shrinking into her armpits in insecurity.

"I don't dance," she said with conviction.

"I know you can," the prince offered encouragingly, "All ladies dance." He dragged her somewhat forcefully to the dance floor. Then he brought her close, "Put your right hand in mine, and your left on my shoulder," he whispered. Sushmita did so, a little bit freaked out, yet glad that Benevolent was helping her out. They began to move, her large dress hiding her many errors, and Benevolent struggling to keep a poker face whenever she stepped on his foot.

Sushmita started to relax. It was comforting to know she had people who cared for her here. Not like in the world of Pirates of the Caribbean where she was to be burned at the stake.

They danced closer and closer, no longer bumping into each other's feet. The music swelled, and Sushmita got swept into the moment. The warmth of the prince's chest, his firm grip, his beautiful locks, and his magnificently chiseled face. They gazed into each others eyes, miraculously not bumping into other couples.

Finally the celebrations finished and it was time for the people to depart to their bedchambers, stables, and cottages. Sushmita was led away to her special bedchamber, stealing last glances at Benevolent.

The only thing in the room was a bed piled high with mattresses. Sushmita craned her head high to see the top. "Um…I don't really need so many mattresses…"

"No, no, Her Majesty insists." The maid brought out a tall ladder and placed it against the mattresses.

"Won't it lean over?"

"Don't worry about it, Milady." She gestured for Sushmita to begin climbing. Shaking, Sushmita took the first step.

"Live a little, live a little." Her friends chanted.

She climbed to the beat of their chanting until she reached the top and climbed under the covers. The lights dimmed, and she was left to her slumber.