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Chapter Six

Reaching the jail hold, the two pirates shoved me in and locked the door behind me. Hitting the hard floor, I slowly got up, trying to catch the breath that had been knocked out of me. Turning back around, I glared fervently at Pintel and Ragetti. How I wished I could put them in their places.

Pintel started laughing. "Funny how things turn around, wouldn't you say, Ragetti?"

Ragetti laughed also. "What goes around comes around, eh?"

Pintel nodded. "I agree. Let's go now. I'm sure her lesson will be learned without us here."

The two turned and I was soon left alone. In despair, I sunk to the floor and sobbed quietly in my knees. I had no hope left whatsoever. My only love hated me and I finally find Jack Sparrow only to be handed a warning and a prison cell. I had no other ideas.

"Elizabeth?"

I raised my head slowly, hardly daring to believe. Sure enough, in the other corner of the cell, sat a battered and worn Will. Gasping, I hurried over and sunk to my knees, brushing his dirty brown hair out of his face. He looked worse up close. Bruises marred and hid his handsome face. His clothes were ripped and torn, revealing ugly scratches. His shallow breathing made it seem as if he had bruised or broken ribs. It was going to be ugly unless he got some medicine.

"How did you get like this?" I exclaimed, trying gently to pull his clothes away from his wounds.

Will winced and I went more slowly. It seemed as if we truly were having all the bad luck today.

"I was trying to appeal to Barbossa on your behalf. I was also trying to tell him that something wasn't right with this ship, but he didn't believe me," Will replied. "He made the crew jump me and then throw me down here."

"All in a matter of moments," I breathed, barely comprehending the situation at hand.

"So it would seem," Will said. "Why are you down here, Elizabeth? You were just in your room when I left you."

I shook my head. "I believe I have found what we were looking for, Will."

Will's eyes widened in surprise. "You found Jack?"

I nodded. "Or rather, he found me."

"How did he manage it?" Will asked. "Why was he on this ship of all places?"

"Davy Jones put him on here," I said. "To make sure Jack didn't do anything stupid, more or less. Oh, Will, this ship's cursed. Jack said Davy Jones keeps this ship "marooned", making it seemed everybody had died and then when the desperate few get on it and get out on the open sea, they're doomed to death. Or join Davy Jones' crew. Nothing, not even the clothes in the cupboards can be trusted."

Will closed his eyes for several moments. For a horrifying minute, I had thought death had taken him. Soon, however, Will opened his eyes again. Looking into them, I could see the fear and despair in them. He looked what I was feeling.

"So what do we do now?" Will finally asked.

"I honestly don't know," I said. "Jack wanted to appeal to Barbossa and the crew, and well, the captain and I had a few words exchanged."

I quickly told Will what had happened on deck and soon Will was laughing until he started clutching his sides in pain. I quickly pushed him back gently. I didn't want him to get worse any more than needed. It wouldn't help anybody if Will died. Especially me, because I still loved him.

"You're ahead of your time, Elizabeth," Will croaked. "Not many women are as hard-headed as you."

"Well, the world needs a little more women like me," I said, chuckling softly. "It might do the world some good for a change in views."

Will smiled. "I think the world can only take one of you, Elizabeth."

I was about to retort back when suddenly a loud thumbing started coming down the stairs. We both froze. There was no knowing who was on those stairs. It could be Barbossa for all we knew, coming to torture us some more.

"William Turner," a voice called down the stairs.

I couldn't recognize the voice. My heart started beating quicker. What if it was Davy Jones, coming for his revenge? I didn't really want to find out, but I knew I was going to find out whether I wanted to or not. Beside me, I felt Will struggle to stand up. I quickly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back down. He fell on his back with a painful grunt.

"Don't answer to it," I said, panicked. "It might curse you if you do."

Will didn't answer me and we both watched as the shadow of a man lengthened and a pair of boots came into view as the man descended. As the man came into view, I bit back a scream. This was no man to be sure. All I hoped was that it wouldn't kill the both of us.

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Author's Note: A bad ending to be sure, but I was trying to get a cliffhanger and I didn't want to reveal everything before the chapter was done. I promise I'll explain in the next chapter. But all in all, I hope you liked the chapter. Thanks to all who've reviewed recently, I really appreciate it. I hope you keep reading and I'll update as soon as I can. Don't forget to review, it makes the writer happy!