A/N: I'm so so so sorry for the major wait. I'll post chapter thirteen tomorrow, I've already completed it to make it up to you. I'm deeply sorry! Hope you can forgive me. I still read all the reviews and everything! I appreciate them all immensely! I also appreciate your patience. Here's chapter twelve! (:

I was helped over the railing while we were discussing, "We need to use the Pearl as a flagship to lead the attack."

But then stopped shortly at the scene, as I saw Barbossa watching his order being carried out.

He drawled out, "Oh, will we now?"

I saw his intentions. They had Tia Dalma wrapped in ropes, being lead out onto the dock, as she held her head high.

Will instantly cried out, "Barbossa, you can't release her!"

Suddenly guns were pointed at us, as I pleaded, "We need to give Jack a chance."

Barbossa whipped to face me, "Apologies, Your Majesty. Too long my fate has not been in me own hands," he explained as he fingered Sao Feng's piece around my neck, and ripped it off of me, "No longer."

Barbossa added all the pieces together in a tin bowl in front of Tia Dalma, commencing the ritual.

Gibbs wondered, "Be there some manner or rite or incantation?"

"Aye. The items brought together, done. Items to be burned… and someone must speak the words: Calypso, I release you from your human bonds!"

Pintel looked disappointed, "Is that it?"

Barbossa smirked and explained suggestively, "'Tis said it must be spoken as if to a lover."

"Oooh."

I shifted nervously at what was to come from all this.

Barbossa boomed out dramatically, "Calypso, I release you from your human bonds!"

As he lit the items, nothing happened.

Pintel once again repeated, "Is that it?"

But Ragetti piped up, "No. No, no. He didn't say it right."

Barbossa raised his eyebrows at him.

"He didn't… you have to say it right."

We all looked shocked at this coming from Ragetti, but waited patiently as he leaned his lips close Tia Dalma's ear, and whispered low, "Calypso, I release you from your human bonds."

Suddenly the whole bowl lit aflame and hovered on its own in the air.

She shuddered, while breathing in the incense of the smoke produce by the burning ashes of the pieces.

Will burst forth, barely being contained by the crew, "Tia Dalma… Calypso!"

Suddenly, Tia Dalma focused on him, glaring at him, her focus broken as the bowl clattered to the wooden floor.

Will continued, "When the Brethern Court first imprisoned you, who was it that told them how? Who was it that betrayed you?"

"Name him!" She barked out at him in a rage-filled voice.

"Davy Jones."

A nostalgic looked passed across her face as she grew larger and larger, roaring out the entire time.

She nearly took up the entire space, she grew into a huge, enormous giant, looming over us all.

We all gasped, shocked at the sight.

Barbossa kneeled before him and motioned for everyone to bow down as well, "Calypso! I come before you as but a servant, humble and contrite. I have fulfilled me vow and now ask your favour. Spare meself, me ship, me crew, but unleash your fury upon those who dare pretend themselves your masters or mine."

She smiled mysteriously down upon us, before raging in a booming, harsh voice that had deepened and bear down upon us, "Malfaiteur en Tombeau, Crochir l'Esplanade, Dans l'Fond de l'eau!"

She suddenly disintegrated and dissolved into an overwhelming amount of crabs, which spilled over the edges of the ship and back into the water.

Gathering ourselves from the shock and standing back upright, we blinked, looking around.

Will muttered out, "Is that it?"

We all rushed over to the railing, peering overboard.

Pintel begrudgingly sighed, "Why, she's no help at all."

"What now?"

"Nothing, our final hope has failed us," Barbossa spat out.

The wind picked up suddeling, blowing in a strong direction, and I peered up into the sky, watching strong clouds overhead form.

I calmly stated, "It's not over."

"There's still a fight to be had," Will said.

"We've an armada against us, and with the Dutchman in the lead, there's no chance."

Elizabeth agreed, "There's only a fool's chance."

Barbossa came up to us, "Revenge won't bring your father back, Misses Swan, and it's not something I'm intending to die for."

"Then what shall we die for?"

Elizabeth made her way to stand on top of a railing, demanding attention, "You will listen to me. Listen! The Brethern will still be looking here to us, to the Black Pearl, to lead. And what will they see? Frightened bilge rats aboard a derelict ship? No. No, they will see free men and freedom! And what the enemy will see is the flash of our cannons, ther will hear the ring of our swords, and they will know what we can do; by the sweat of our brows, and the strength of our backs, and the courage of our hearts! Gentlemen… hoist the colours."

We all nodded along and murmured, "Hoise the colours."

I joined Lizzie up on the rail, cutching onto her hand, crying out myself, "Hoist the colours!"

The crew erupted into a cheer and applaude and we shrieked over to the other ships, "Hoist the colours!"

All the ships also erupted boldly and bravely, each of them hoisting the sails proudly.

The Pearl sailed out, along with the Dutchman. There was a fierce storm brewing above us, drenching us and the rest of the crew while we prepared to face Jones in the middle.

"Man that capstan! Raise the main topyard! Keep that powder dry!"

Gibbs looked out and boomed out a warning, "Maelstrom!"

We all gazed ahead of us in horror of the situation.

I cried out to Barbossa, "Captain Barbossa! We need you at the helm!"

He grinned and shot his way to the wheel, "Aye, that be true! Brace up yards, you cack-handed deck apes! Dying is the day worth living for!"

Will looked back as we slowly dipped into the abyss, "She's on our stern and gaining!"

"More speed! Haul your wind and hold your water!"

The Dutchman started firing cannons at us, as I gasped out, as one blew past us.

Will called out to Barbossa, "Take us out! Or they'll overbear us!"

"Nay, further in! We'll cut across to faster waters!"

I hollered out to the crew, "Prepare to broadside!"

"Captain the guns! Muster your courage, men! At the ready!"

I watched as the rain continued soaking everyone. I hoped Jack was doing fine.

I gripped tight onto my sword in my right hand.

Elizabeth stood by me, positioning ourselves.

Finally, when aligned across from the enemy, we ordered, "Fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire all!"

The ship shook with the blows. And we all braced ourselves against the movement.

The ships were drawing nearer and nearer to each other, and Elizabeth and I took stances, ready to fight off the enemy that were preparing to cross over the waters to our deck.

Then I realized what I had to do. I had to get over to the Dutchman.

But we were soon distracted by fighting off the fish men that had swung over to our side.

"Elizabeth, will you marry me?"

Slashing away at men, she flustered out, "I don't think now is the best time!"

Fighting off more men, slaying away, stabbing them.

I twirled around, my arms fighting fiercely with the sword, cutting them away from me, I heard Will plead, "Now may be the only time!"

They joined together, Will said, "I love you."

More men charged at them, but I couldn't focus for too long before another fishface tried to stab me.

I shoved him off, slashing at his cheek.

"I've made my choice, what's yours?" I heard Will ask.

"Barbossa! Marry us!"

I killed the fishface when I heard looked over to Barbossa, who was handling himself while manning the wheel, "I'm a little busy at the moment!"

Barbossa used one fishface's sword to stab the second, "Fine then!"

I grinned, kicking one down myself, slashing it's neck, "I'll be the maid of honour."

Barbossa kicked another in the face as he stood atop of the wheel deck, "Dearly beloved, we be gather here today…"

Another cried at him, as Barbossa's sword clanged with his, trying to kill him off, "…To nail your gizzards to the mast, you poxy cur!"

Elizabeth and Will fought of a couple more men, before finding each other again, "Elizabeth Swann, do you take me to be your husband?"

"I do!" She cried out, smiling.

"…Great!" Will exclaimed while holding onto her hand, while slaying away at one of Beckett's men with his his other.

"Will Turner, do you take me…-" A grunt with a blow to another men, "…To be your wife…"

More slashing, while I jodged a blow from a man. I need to get over to Jones's side. And fast.

"…In sickeness and in health, with health being the less likely?"

Another flourish of the sword, and he finally went down.

"I do."

"As captain, I now pronounce you…" Barbossa cackled as he clashed swords between three men.

"You may kiss…," He attempted to complete his sentence, as he drew out his pistol and shot more men.

He tried again, kicking another out of the way, "You may kiss…-" before being stopped mid-sentence to shoot another and fight two more off.

"Just kiss!" He cried out as he resumed fighting.

I grunted and panted from my arm being slashed.

Elizabeth and Will's swords met, and they stared at each other for a moment before, ardently pressing themselves against one another and crashing his lips to hers.

Jealousy flared in me, battling my happiness for the two of them.

Jack.

I had to get off of this ship.

Next chapter will be much more interesting, that I promise. More drama ensues! I'll post the next chapter tomorrow! (: In the meanwhile, I thank you all and appreciate your patience and reviews. Thank you! xx