A/N: First of all, I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving. I meant to update last night, but time went against me.

Second, a fair warning: Towards the end of this chapter, certain things are done to Elizabeth and I hope that no girls will be offended. It was just the only way I could think of that would show how cruel these pirates could be besides torturing people. But if it does offend, I apologize in advance and hope you'll be kind enough to forgive me; I just felt it was necessary for the villains' establishment of character.

But anyway, enjoy!

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Chapter 11

The Black Pearl was tied to the shoreline and most of its crew was currently sliding down the ropes that connected the vessel with the ground. On deck, Elizabeth gazed out at the green expanse of palm trees that occupied most of the island's area. Jack slowly came up behind her until he was level with her.

"You know, Elizabeth, I wish to thank you."

Elizabeth turned her head, the golden-brown hair flowing from her scalp dancing in the cool breeze. "Thank me? For what, exactly?"

"For successfully allowing us to make it through alive to this point of our quest. I'm gladder than ever that you're a female."

Elizabeth gave Jack a slightly confused look. "Am I supposed to take that as a complement, Jack?"

"Why not? But how about this for a complement, you have a really...noticeable figure." Jack grinned in his usual manner. That only lasted a moment, however, as Elizabeth delivered a hard blow to Jack's cheek . Jack staggered back a couple of feet, but still managed to suppress a smirk. "I definitely deserved that."

Elizabeth gave Jack an icy-cold glare and pointed to herself. "Married."

Jack played along. "Single."

"Very much in love."

"Don't have the time."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and crossed the deck to join Will. "Problems," Will questioned. Elizabeth waved off the question.

"Just Jack being his usual stupid self."

Will smiled. "Can't really change that, now, can we?"

"Guess not."

Will gestured before him and smiled politely. "After you."

Elizabeth smiled back and lifted her legs over the ship's railing, which allowed her to gracefully slide down the rope and onto the sandy beach below. Will watched from the ship as Jack came up beside him.

"Don't flirt with my life. She doesn't very much appreciate that."

Jack eyed Will curiously. "And since you're acting the messenger on this, I take it you don't very much appreciate it either."

"No, I don't." That said, Will jumped over the railing and slid down to the ground, leaving Jack alone momentarily.

"It seems living the life of aristocracy has finally gotten to him." Jack shook his head before following suit after his friends.

On the beach, Jack pulled out his trusty new compass and opened it. The dial spun around like mad until finally it settled in the northwest direction.

"We should head that way," Jack said as he pointed in the proper direction.

As the crew headed into the palm tree forest, not one of them noticed a group of menacing creatures appear out of thin air onto the shoreline, swords clutched dangerously in their deformed hands. In front of them all, Blackbeard watched Jack and his crew disappear into the wooded area. He smiled viciously.

"Now we can touch them."

Without another word, Blackbeard led his bloodthirsty gang after their unsuspecting prey.

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Jack walked along in the lead, map grasped in his hands directly in front of his face. His gaze never left the aged piece of parchment as he silently counted paces to himself. The dotted line the crew was currently following abruptly stopped right in front of a moderately-sized red "X" near the center. Jack glanced around him, carefully examining the landmarks that indicated that the crew was indeed nearing their goal by the second. Jack couldn't help but smile now as he began to truly take in the gravity of the situation; treasure hunting was one of the few pleasurable things Jack lived for, leading the highly enjoyable life of a pirate. Jack looked over at Will and Elizabeth, both of whom had unreadable expressions stamped across their faces. Jack simply shrugged and refocused his attention on the map he held in his hands.

Suddenly, the sound of a gunshot broke the dead silence around the crew and pieces of shattered bark broke off from a nearby palm tree. Upon instinct, everyone drew their weapons as the sound of roaring brutes invaded the air. Jack wheeled around, ready for battle, and saw a mass of charging creatures running at an alarming rate towards them. Surprise and frustration immediately taking him over, Jack uttered the first word that came into his mind.

"Bugger!"

Jack looked over once again at his trustworthy crew and exhaled deeply. "I'd prepare to defend myself if I were you!"

Just as the opposition brought down their full force upon Jack and his crew, they all blocked the vicious blows that had been pre-prepared and strained with all the might that they could muster. Finally, the adversaries were thrown away from their opponents. Blackbeard then stepped through the sea of his men and came face-to-face with Jack.

"Ah, Jack Sparrow. We meet again."

"Edward Teach," Jack responded. "I see that no amount of defeat fazes you."

Blackbeard grinned ruthlessly. "I take it that you're here to collect the Bermudan Treasure. That, of course, I cannot permit."

Jack raised his sword to eye level. "Well, you're about to."

Blackbeard chuckled. "So sad. You're under the impression that you can actually beat me two times in a row."

"Well, Eddie, history seems to have a way of repeating itself."

Blackbeard stepped forward and gracefully rubbed his blade against Jack's. "Not today, I'm afraid."

Immediately, Blackbeard engaged Jack in battle, and the crews followed suit soon after. What had suddenly transpired could only be described as madness. Both sets of pirates were fighting a dirty fight, not caring about any certain rules or proper guidelines that may have existed. Swords were not the only weapon of choice, it seemed, as fists were hurtled against faces and feet against legs.

Elizabeth sported two swords, and she used them with expert precision. She blocked every blow with little effort and poured all of her effort into this fight. She and her current opponent wove in and out of other battling pirates, each one's aim never faltering. Elizabeth managed to drive her right foot down upon her opponent's, causing him to howl in pain. Elizabeth took her window of opportunity and landed a hard punch against the pirate's right cheek. She then dashed off as the angered brute gave chase.

Meanwhile, Will was engaged in battle with two of Blackbeard's men at once. His two adversaries landed each of their swipes and blows with even more force than the last. Will ignored the persperation pouring off of his brow as he concentrated hard on making it out of this fight alive. Will used his expertise in dueling to his advantage and soon found himself in possession of the upper hand. He pushed the two villains away and flipped the sword in his hand so that the side of the blade was now a weapon with which he could knock someone unconscious with. And that's exactly what he did as Will swung it against the first pirate's head without remorse. The force of the blow caused the pirate to stagger backwards a few feet, but amazingly not to be knocked unconscious.

Thinking fast, Will retreated a few steps until he had open ground surrounding him. The two pirates weren't far behind, though, as they were back on Will in a matter of seconds. Will fought them some more, swinging and arcing his blade back and forth without any signs of fatigue. After a few more moments of this, Will spied a log lying on the ground a few feet away. Without hesitation, he flipped in midair, rolling as he hit the ground. Once he was within range of the log, he clutched it in his free hand and launched it toward his nearest enemy. The savage was able to knock the large piece of wood away just a split-second before it connected with his face, but that was all Will needed. Taking advantage of his opportunity, Will jumped up and punched the pirate as hard as he could in the side of his face. After that, he proceeded to take him down with a forceful kick to the chest. One down, one to go, Will thought to himself. Immediately, he engaged his next victim.

A short distance away, Blackbeard was hard at work on trying to defeat Jack Sparrow. Every blow that Blackbeard landed, Jack was able to match it with ease. The pair was currently waltzing on whatever ground supported their feet, each pirate's gaze never wavering. Every now and then, one of them would lunge at the other, a desperate ploy to run their nemesis in. Suddenly, Jack spun around in a full circle and attempted to cause a deep gash in Blackbeard's face, but to no avail. Blackbeard caught the sword with his own and shoved Jack away. He then raised his razor-sharp blade over his head and charged down upon Jack. Fortunately, Jack was able to leap up and meet Blackbeard's blow, saving himself from any serious scarring. Even more angered, Blackbeard unleashed his raw, unstoppable amount of energy on Jack and used it to knock the bandanna-clad pirate to the sandy ground once more. Placing the tip of his blade at Jack's Adam's Apple, Blackbeard slowly bent down to retrieve Jack's sword.

Knowing that he had lost this particular battle, Jack sighed heavily and glanced over at his comrades. To his dismay, most of his crew was on the ground, the palms of their hands placed firmly on the top of their heads and their weapons in the hands of their opponents. The only two left still fighting were Will and Elizabeth and unfortunately, their luck seemed to be dissipating just as quickly. Finally, they too admitted defeat and silently surrendered.

Gloating, Blackbeard smiled down at Jack with a maniacal glint shining in his eyes. "Well, well. It seems that the great Captain Jack Sparrow has been defeated. Pity," he clucked his teeth.

"Don't get too overconfident, mate," Jack retorted.

Blackbeard sneered and raised his head. "Gents, why don't we show our new guests some generous hospitality. Take them back to the cave."

The crew obliged by grabbing each Pearl member and tightly binding their hands behind their backs after removing belts that carried any weapons. Anyone who obliged received a vicious blow to the gut, causing them to keel over in pain and personally be carried over someone's shoulder.

After replacing his sword back into its hilt, Blackbeard grabbed Jack's arm and roughly raised him to his feet. He then pulled out some rope, which he used to bind Jack's hands as best he could. "Let's see how much of a threshold for pain you and your crew truly have," Blackbeard whispered venomously into Jack's ear.

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Silence hung over the group of pirates as they trudged their way back to the cave that housed the Bermudan Prison. Each member of Blackbeard's crew kept forcefully shoving their captors ahead every chance they got. The pirate who had Elizabeth as his prisoner finally gave in to his dirty, lustful thoughts as he gruffly whispered in her ear.

"I notice that ring on your left hand. Tell me, poppet, you married?"

Elizabeth summoned up as much courage as she could when she replied with only one word. "Yes."

"Who's the...(the pirate gave her a once-over)...very lucky man?"

Elizabeth cleared her throat and gestured with her head over at Will. "Him. And he'll run you in many times once he gets the chance." She delivered those words with a strong sense of defiance.

"Will he now?" The pirate called over the brute holding Will's arm. "Hey, Bontas, do me a favor and give that boy a good hit."

Bontas nodded and punched Will hard in the stomach. Will reeled from the blow.

"Stop!" Elizabeth tried to wriggle herself free, but the pirate held her back. "No, no. You're not going anywhere."

Elizabeth glared daggers at the brute before bringing her foot down hard on his foot. He howled in pain as Elizabeth tried to run away, but he quickly regained his hold on her.

"So, you wanna play, huh?" The prowler pulled a cloth out from his pocket and placed it over Elizabeth's mouth. "I'll play with you, then." The criminal then grabbed Elizabeth and placed her over his shoulder, Elizabeth's cries of protest muffled by the cloth.

Anyone who tried to do something about this action, Will included, was immediately knocked unconscious and dragged the rest of the way. Meanwhile, Elizabeth's captor hungrily groped at any part of her body he could and after a few seconds, his right hand came to a rest firmly in the middle of her backside.

"We haven't come into contact with a winch such as yerself in quite a few years, so this is a certain pleasure I can't pass up."

Through her gag, Elizabeth repeated the word "winch" in a tone of shock and disgust and hit her offender hard in his back. In return, the pirate squeezed Elizabeth's left buttocks tightly.

"Protest all you want. My hand's not going anywhere else...for now, at least."

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After about half an hour, the group finally entered the prison cave. Behind them, the steel gate clanged closed with an echoing finality.