*A/N: Ahoy readers! Here be my next, long, long, loooong awaited chapter! Sorry about the delay, but times have been hectic, and it would seem that the year 2012 was determined to keep me away (a fanfic apocalypse perhaps?) But hopefully now in 2013, I'll be granted more free time to devote to my work *fingers crossed, knock on wood* So without further rambling from your's turly, enjoy!

Jack's POV

Silently we made our way aboard the vessel, I remained vigilant of the faint glow from the ship's deck. Slowly I pulled myself up the cable and onto the main deck, taking a quick look around before peering over the ship's portside and reaching to help the lasses aboard. "Ere' we go ladies," I said as I heard a grunt and felt a hand take mine. "Easy does-" I was shocked at how heavy the lass was as I strained to pull'er up, 'Must be the big one.' But then as the hand and its owner were brought up into the moonlight, I quickly let go and allowed Gibbs to flop forward and land face first on the deck. Grunting and sputtering as he pushed 'imself up, I confusedly asked where the girls were with the Pearl, but soon after, I heard the sound of metal slamming into and being plucked out of the ship's hull. Peeking over into the dark shadows below, I prepared to call for the lasses and offer my assistance, but suddenly lurched backward in fear as a freckled and shot forward and snatched up my collar.

"Shut up!" hissed the big one as she pulled me forward and then pushed me away. As she climbed onto the deck, the redhead followed simultaneously, using her dagger for leverage and holding my ship in her other hand.

"I take it everything is to your liking my ladies," I asked as I took a look around, eagerly searching for the candlelight I'd seen not long ago. But as me eyes shifted from port to starboard, all I could see was the hauntingly familiar quarterdeck of the ship. Everywhere I looked, I saw nothing but black and crimson red- tinted wood, adorned with miniature skeletons and scattered bones imprinted into the ship's moldings. 'Where have I-'

"Not bad," muttered the redhead as she studied the ship, her arms folded as she leaned back on her right leg. As she continued to examine the vessel, I couldn't help but notice a faint smile of satisfaction being forced into submissive nonexistence on her face. "Ox?" she asked as she turned to accomplice.

"I like it," the big one said with a shameless smile. "Looks like it'll sail," she paused and approached one of the ship's cannons which sat at the far end of the ship. Satisfied she turned back to auburn-haired siren and nodded. "I like it."

"As do I Love," I agreed as I took my turn inspecting the ship, trying my hardest to refresh me memory and recall how I knew this vessel; when nothing came to mind, I ignored my suspicions and continued to survey the deck.

"Good work, Sparrow," complimented the lass, tauntingly twirling the Pearl in her hand. "It would appear you possess the eye of a true seaman," she paused and held the bottle within arm's reach- looking at the Pearl, then at me; but before I could reach for me ship, she spitefully snatched it away and turned toward the ladder, making her way to the helm. "Now, may we make way and find your 'Oracle'?" she asked impatiently.

"Certainly Dearest," I said as I caught a sudden flicker of light out the corner of me eyes- glowing in the captain's quarters. 'Lovely,' I thought to myself as I approached the helm, patting Gibbs on the back, while I made my way forward. "Of course before we make may, we shall need a crew!" I shouted, my eyes still fixed on the candlelight. "Can't ask you lovely ladies to crew this ship," I purposely stumbled into a nearby barrel and allowed it's lid to hit the deck, 'Pickles...' "What kind of gentleman would I be?"

"Ssh!" hissed the girls as they ran forward and tried to silence me. As they made their way forward, I noticed the sudden shift in light from the candle. "Do you want to get caught?!"

"What was that Darling? I can't hear you, you'll simply have to speak up!" I continued to shout, watching the candle's glow drift toward the front of the quarters. Moving forward, I stomped and staggered across the deck, passing a confused Gibbs as he too, told me be quiet. "Ah, come now Mate," I said, while loudly shaking the sack of bottles. "There's no need to worry; we picked this ship ourselves, and with good intention," I stopped and aimlessly scanned it's area. "Not a soul in sight!"

"Are you mad!?" asked the larger girl in a loud whisper. "Do you want to be caught? Someone'll hear you for sure," she said as she looked back to the redhead, a feral glow in her eyes, she swiftly approached and ordered my silence.

"Come now love," I paused and played with a feather sewn into her hair. "Certainly you're not afraid of being caught!?" Silently she stared at me for a moment before reaching to her side and drawing an object. That dagger again I presume.

"Hold'em steady Ox, I'm going to shoot 'im," she said calmly as she aimed a pistol at my face. Before I could respond to her cheeky statement, I saw the faint candle's glow die down, just as I felt two hand grab my arms and hold me still. Casually, the lass approached; her pistol aimed at my head. With those dark emerald eyes, she stared at me impatiently and pressed the pistol against me chest, before turning to aim it at Gibbs, ending his attempt to intervene.

As the girls continued their attempt to silence the ship and make way, my eyes remained fixed on the Captain's quarters- now dark- as my anxious ears picked up the presumed rhythm of footsteps. "What was that Love!?" I shouted, ignoring the tightening grip the large one's- 'Ox, I believe it was-' hands on my forearms. With another enraged grunt and a sneer, the auburn- haired gunwoman stepped closer and placed her pistol smack dab in the center of my skull.

"I've had enough," she growled as she leaned forward and looked me in the eye. "Forget your idiotic fables, we have the ship-"

"Ships!" the big one quickly corrected as she stared Gibbs into dropping the sack at her side. Her associate nodded contently before turning her sights back to me- her scowl soon returning.

"Yes," she agreed casually. "There's no need for you. Thank you for your services Captain..." she purred as she prepared to fire...

Peyton's POV (Simultaneous to Jack's)

Once on board the ship, I couldn't help but gaze in awe at the sheer beauty of the vessel. Slipping my cutlass back into my belt, I praised Sparrow for his keen eye and prepared to make way on our journey. Hearing the exasperated sighs, I didn't have to look to know what Oxana thought of our ship. Optimistic as usual, it didn't take much to make her happy, 'Let's just leave port and be on our way,' I thought to myself as I looked up at the open sails. 'We've hit enough dead ends, won't be wasting time waiting for another to arrive.' The bottle still in my hand, I approached the captain flitting the bottle within arm's reach- looking at the Pearl, then at his desperate stare. Pretending not to care, I watched as he made a cautious stretch for his shop, before snatching it away and heading toward the ladder up to the helm. "Now, may we make way and find your 'Oracle'?"

"Certainly Dearest," he shouted obnoxiously, his eyes looking to the aft end of the ship. "Of course before we make may, we shall need a crew!" he continued to yell, as he drunkenly staggered across the ship, knocking over and into barrels as he walked. "Can't ask you lovely ladies to crew this ship; why, what kind of gentleman would I be?" he continued to yell as if for his own satisfaction.

'What in the name-' I thought to myself as I watched Ox and his fat friend try to silence his rambling. 'He's mad!' "Ssh!" I hissed when he would silence himself. "Do you want us to get caught?!" Again he responded, even louder than before, question my caution and assuring that there was no one else on board.

"Not a soul in sight!" He shouted as he spun around giddily. Nervous, Oxana begged him to be quiet before looking to me as I leapt down from the poop deck and march toward the fool; apparently the rum had begun to take effect. Before I could speak he smiled and twirled my hair in his filthy fingers, questioning my angst of being caught. Clearly the fool was mad, and I had had enough.

Turning away, I told Ox to hold our Captain steady as I reached for my pistol. Haven't had to use it for some time, but tonight, it was worth it. "Hold'em steady Ox," I said as I pulled back the hammer and pointed toward his head. "I'm going to shoot 'im." If you want something done right, clearly you have to do it yourself. With a dazed glare in his eye as he stared past me, I aimed my shot right between the eyes. "I've had enough," I growled as I leaned forward and looked me in the eye, a drunken smile plastered on his face. "Forget your idiotic fables, we have the ship-"

"Ships!" Ox quickly corrected as she stared the fat one into dropping the sack at her side. Pleased, I smiled and nodded contently before turning back to Sparrow.

"Yes," I added as I waved the Black Pearl in my other hand. "And so, there's no need for you. Thank you for your services Captain..." I continued. My finger tentatively gracing the trigger I prepared to end the idiocy once and for all, when a loud crack blasted over the deck, soon overpowered by the gruff roar of another voice.

"Who dares, set foot on The Queen Anne's Revenge!?"