"I don't like this."

Elizabeth closed the book she found by the bed and looked up at her husband. "What don't you like?"

"All of this. We've been given what we need almost on a silver platter, with little asked for in return." Anyone else would be grateful and not question it. But Will knew to expect more from pirates. There was something going on.

"By two children, who seem a little too interested in us." Elizabeth said as she crossed the room to Will. "When do we spring their trap?"

"The moment we are aboard their ship. We'll take it back home, find another way to find Barbossa."

"But what about Carina?" Elizabeth asked. "She seems quite set on finding her father, I doubt we can convince her to change course."

"The course won't change. She is a woman of science. She needs facts and evidence, and when she realizes that those two can't give her either, she'll move on to the next idea."

"At the moment, it seems hope is all she requires."

Will sighed. Elizabeth was right. She was stubborn, wouldn't give up on this for anything. It was him that didn't want to go, didn't want to see the place he had in his nightmares. Even if it did bring answers, what if they only made things worse?

These were all things he couldn't yet tell his wife. Not tonight. Another night, when he and his family were home and safe.

"Alright. We'll go." he said finally. He took Elizabeth into his arms. "But be ready for a trap."

"I always am." she said, her head on his chest. She heard the steady beating of his heart, and added. "Just promise me you won't get hurt."

"I swear to do my best." Will said, because it was the best he could promise her.

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A new nightmare came that night, haunting his mind with brackish water and the horrible laugh of Davy Jones.

He awoke with a start and immediately turned to his wife, who slept as though nothing had happened.

Will looked out at the door, where light from the main room flickered. Odd. It was the middle of the night. He used it as an opportunity to get his mind off the nightmare. He slipped out of bed and put on a shirt, not bothering to button it. He put on his boots and stashed a knife in one of them.

When he entered the main room, he found it empty, save for Miguel. He was sitting at one of the tables, studying a large book. He noticed Will almost immediately. "Trouble sleeping?" he asked.

"Just up early." Will said, which wasn't a lie. It would be dawn in a few hours. "Have you been reading that all night?"

Miguel shook his head. "Same as you. Up early." He closed the book and stood. "Waiting for Marisol to wake up so we can finish preparing the ship. I assume you found a crew?"

"Aye." They had in fact, and one of old friends: Gibbs, Marty, Cotton ( and his parrot), Pintel and Raghetti. It brought that uneasy feeling again. Not seeing them, but seeing them here. In the middle of nowhere.

"Listen, why don't I help you prepare the ship? Since I'm awake." Will offered, though he intended to search for a trap rather than prepare a ship.

Miguel smiled. "Sounds good to me." And he led him to the shipyard.

But the two didn't notice that they weren't alone. That a small group of sailors had been eyeing Will since he'd entered the tavern. They hid in the shadows, waiting for a chance to attack. That time would come soon enough, but for now they needed to stay hidden.

The leader, who had been pretending to be unconscious the entire time, gave a signal to the other four men. They all had been stationed at different corners of the room. The first left, and the others followed, all within three seconds of each other. Then the leader rose when his men were out of sight. It was time to speak with the infamous Will Turner.

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Marisol knew the moment danger approached her twin. She always had, it was a gift they shared.

So when she suddenly jolted awake, she didn't hesitate to spring into action. She slipped a gray shawl over her shoulders and quietly made her way down the stairs to the main room, where she knew Miguel would be. But instead of her brother, she found a group of men she didn't recognize. Not uncommon for a tavern open to the public, but they were headed out the back door. Only she and her brother were allowed to use that door. Hiding behind the shadowed stairway, she could hear a conversation coming from outside. Miguel. And one of the Turner men, she couldn't make out which.

Marisol left as quietly as she had come, and made her way to Elizabeth's room. Knocking rapidly, she half whispered into the door. "Mrs. Turner?" she asked. She waited a beat,- two, three- for an answer. When none came, she opened the door.

Elizabeth, still in bed, greeted her with a sword pointed at Marisol's head. She raised her arms slightly to show she was unarmed. "Next time, I'll wait for an invitation." she said, only half joking.

Elizabeth only then realized that her husband was not next her. "Where's Will?" she asked, lowering the sword but not loosening her grip.

"I'm not sure, but I believe he is with my brother." She entered the room and lit a candle. "And if he is, they are in danger."

"And why is that?" Elizabeth demanded, thinking of the trap she needed to prepare for. "Where is your brother taking him?"

"To the Tesaro, I believe." Marisol answered, unconcerned by Elizabeth's tone."There are men following them, and they mean to harm one or the other, possibly both."

"Why?" she pressed, her weapon raised again.

" I never know why some go looking for a fight, but I know how to end it if I must." Marisol said. She didn't elaborate on the topic, as she knelt down and ran the hand not holding the candle along the wall. Elizabeth watched her, and noticed an ugly scar along her arm. Uneven and harsh, as if she'd stitched it herself, it snaked along her arm inches below her wrist.

"Here." Marisol finally said, and set down the candle to pry at the wall with both hands. Once free, it revealed a secret stash of weapons: rifles, sabres, pistols, cutlasses, muskets, swords, and knives. All fully loaded, sharpened, and cleaned.

"I can tell you do not trust me, and I don't expect you to." She grabbed a pistol by the barrel and offered it to Elizabeth."But give me a chance, just for the morning, perhaps. I will not let you down if you do."

Elizabeth stared at the gun for a moment, then looked to Marisol. Sixteen, and she was undeterred by a blade near her throat. Ready for, expected even, a fight. What had she gone through in her few years of life to become this? Then she looked into her eyes and recognized a fire within them. That didn't come from what life brought your way, it came from inside, to help you fight what came your way and live to tell the tale. That fire was in her own eyes, her husband's, her son's. It lived in every pirate and good man she knew.

That was all she needed to trust her. She lowered the sword and took the gun. "Your chance will last longer than morning if you do." She said, and a smile grew on the girl's face.

"Mother, what's going on?" Henry and Carina had awoken and were standing in the doorway.

"We need to leave. Now." She answered. Marisol turned back to the stash and took two swords. She tossed one to Henry, then the other to Carina. " Your father is in trouble and we need to help him. Get dressed, and get ready for a fight."

They nodded, though they were still slightly confused.

"Gather the crew you hired and only attack if they do." Marisol said, taking a bundle of swords in one arm and a musket tucked into the other. "Meet me in the main room as soon as you can."

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Miguel led Will through the jungle, dry leaves crunching under their boots.

"You've really run a tavern with your sister for the past three years?" Will asked.

"Aye. We had help in the beginning, but they all went their own ways. It's just us now."

"What about your parents?" he asked, almost regretting it. That was most likely a sore subject.

But Miguel didn't seem offended at all. "Our mother raised us as well as she could. But with a life like ours, she often needs to be away for some time."

"And your father?" Will asked carefully.

Miguel gave half a smile and stared at the path. "I'd like to say he's a good man, but if that were true, he never would have left my mother."

A noise from behind stopped the conversation. The two whirled around and reached for their swords, though neither had one. They looked around but saw and heard nothing else. "Who's there?" Will called.

"Apologies, senors." Came a voice on the opposite side of the first noise. " I was just hoping to speak with you a moment?"

"We are leaving for the day, senor." Miguel answered, skeptical. "We could continue this another day perhaps."

The owner of the voice stepped out from the shadows. He was dressed all in blue, like a naval officer, though the design didn't fit any uniform seen before. He was most likely Spanish, with curled dark hair and deep brown eyes. He had his hands behind his back, and walked as though he were talking a morning stroll.

Will looked to Miguel, hoping he recognized the man. But Miguel was as confused as he was.

The stranger remained silent for a moment, continuing towards them. He seemed amused, but by what? Finally, just a few feet from the two, he stopped and looked at them.

"Unfortunately, amigos..." he said, and snapped his fingers. Four men stood from the bushes and had guns aimed for them. "This matter cannot wait."

"Who are you?" Miguel demanded.

"You would not believe me if I told you." He said simply.

"Salazar?" Will asked, thinking of Henry's tales.

The man chuckled. "Oh, no. I am not him. Though you should fear me even more."

"And why would we fear you at all?" Miguel asked, as if there weren't guns aimed at them and they didn't come into the jungle weaponless.

"Your courage may be great now, young Miguel." He said, taking another step. "But it will not save you from everything." He turned to Will. "I have a request for Captain Turner. An item, he is familiar with that I desire to possess: The Amulet of Amphitrite."

"I've never heard of it."

"LIES!" he bellowed, no longer in a pleasant mood. "You know of it, where it is. It was stolen from me long ago and you know where it is." he jabbed a finger to Will's chest. "I will have it again, and you will bring it to me."

"I've never heard of it in my life!" Will repeated.

The man slowly backed away. He snapped his fingers again, and the two braced themselves. But instead of bullets, four more gunmen appeared.''The Amulet of Amphitrite." he repeated slower, and paced in a circle around them. " Gold chain, jewels the color of the sea. A power greater than any have ever wielded. Still nothing comes to mind?"

Miguel then saw out of the corner of his eye, a light swinging back and forth. He looked and saw it came from a reflection on a sword, inside the tavern. Held by his sister.

His cocky smiled returned. "Actually, senor. I believe I do remember such a treasure." He said, pulling him away from Will.

"Do you, now?" said the man. He loomed in front of Miguel.

"Indeed." Miguel fibbed. "You mentioned the power it holds and I couldn't be mistaken. But remind me, por favor. What great power does it wield?"

"The power the sea, of course."

"Ah yes, of course, of course. But, tell me this: what good will sea power do you, if trouble comes for you on land?"

"What?" he asked, and soon they were bombarded with shouts and gunfire from the tavern. Miguel and Will ducked, and Will grabbed the knife from his boot and hurled it at the gunner closest to him. It landed right into his chest and he fell to the ground. Will snatched his rifle from him.

Charging from the tavern came Elizabeth, Henry, Carina, Marisol, and the crew. Marisol ran to stand next to her twin, still in her nightgown.

"Took you long enough." Miguel said, taking a sword and striking his opponent's blade.

"You could have stalled a bit longer." Marisol said above the shouting of her own attacker. She parried, but it did little, as he was obviously stronger than her. With Miguel having disposed of his opponent, they needed only a look to plan the next move. Her back to her brother, she wrapped her arms around his. Using him as an anchor, she hoisted her legs up and kicked the man square in the chest. The force knocked him to the ground.

"Wait. " Miguel said as he put his sister down. He looked to her legs. "Are you wearing trousers underneath your dress?"

"Aye." she said, as a new pair of enemies lunged towards them. They fought steel against steel this time. "I didn't have time to fully change if I wanted to save your neck."

"I don't need my younger sister saving any part of me." He answered as he ended his fight with a punch.

Marisol wrapped her own sword around her opponent's, yanked it from his grip and knocked him out with his own sword's hilt. "First of all.." She said as he fell to the ground. "You are only older by four and a half minutes."

This time the leader of the group approached the twins, with another coming from behind. Miguel bent his knees and grabbed his sister's wrist. She spun around and did a sort of roll along his back. Her legs straight and strong, she kicked the one from behind in the jaw. When she landed, she bent her legs as her brother did, this time the momentum swinging Miguel on her back, then allowing him to lunge through the air and into the leader.

"And second of all?" Miguel asked as he rose.

"Yes, second of all." Marisol paused. "I'll have to come back to that. We need to get out of here."

"Agreed." said her brother. They split off and Miguel found Henry holding his own against the man he had just punched."We need to move." he said. "Follow me to the Tesaro."

Henry nodded and struck his opponent in the chest. He ran along side Miguel.

Marisol found Elizabeth, striking down two men at once, and tried not to squeal with delight. "We need to get to the ship!" She said. "Vamos!"

Elizabeth followed her, with Carina close behind. She had done better than she thought she would in the fight, having only watched Henry practice with his father. But running in a dress in the jungle was not her strong suit. She tripped and fell face first to the ground. Her diary fell in front of her, and a hand scooped it up before she could. The leader of the men was studying it. Without a second thought, Carina grabbed onto his boots and pulled herself up, knocking him down. Snatching the book from his hands, she raced to catch up with the group.

Will and the rest of the crew fought what was left of the men. One slammed Will into the palm tree, a gun to his throat. Will couldn't free himself or his sword. Then out of nowhere, something large dropped from above and landed on the head of his opponent, knocking him out. Will stared at the object; a coconut. He looked above him and found Jack the monkey in the treetops.

"Thank you, Jack!" Will said, and the monkey screeched a reply. He continued to throw coconuts at their enemies, each hitting their mark. Will, unfortunately, tripped over one of them and fell onto a rock, his left hand taking the full force of it. He cringed in pain and assessed the damage: broken, without a doubt. He pulled his throbbing hand to his chest and began running for the ship. "Come on, men. Move!" He called behind him.

With the attackers taken care of, the crew raced aboard the Tesaro, ready and waiting for their departure.

"Mr. Gibbs! Take the wheel! Henry, Carina, help me get this thing moving!" Marisol called, moving to the stern of the ship. She led them to a series of ropes, tied to the ship but separate from the rigging. "When I say pull,pull." she said.

Will was the last to board the ship, trying to hide his injured hand. "That's everyone, let's go!" he called.

"Pull!" Marisol yelled, and the three pulled the ropes in unison. It worked through a set of pulleys, opening the doors to the ocean and pushing a set of stakes forward, making the ship lurch forward.

"Hold 'er steady, Gibbs!" Miguel called as they entered the sea. He looked to Will, obviously in pain, and walked to him.

"What happened?" he asked, but Will shook him off. "I'm fine." he said, accidentally revealing his injured hand.

Miguel knew what he was doing, trying to hide his injury from his family. " I can help you. Give me your hand." He said and Will looked at him, skeptical.

"Trust me. Please. Just give me your hand." he repeated. Will slowly put his broken hand into Miguel's palms. He held it in one, while he hovered the other over the injury. A golden sort of light came from Miguel's hands, and as he stroked Will's hand slowly, the pain dissolved, the bones fixing themselves without causing any more pain. The swelling was gone completely, and Will stared at his hand, dumbfounded.

"Wha- how did you?" he said.

"Tell no one else." Miguel said. "We all have our gifts, some are just more elaborate." He smiled and patted his arm. " Perhaps you can learn to trust us now." he walked off as the sun began to peek out from under the sky. "We sail for the Ilsa de Muerta! I'll take the wheel for you now, Gibbs."

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it's taken so long! I hope you like this chapter, please review!