A/N: It's now 5:40 in the morning and we're still going! W00h00!

"Your what?" Will asked, failing miserably at attempting to stand.

"William Turner, what have you done?" Elizabeth called.

"Who's there?" He asked, looking around confused.

"Up here!" She yelled down at him.

"Sorry mate. It's your wife." Jack told him.

"My wife? Am I in trouble?"

"YES!" she screamed down at him. The whole ship was then rocked by the sound of cannon fire.

"Get down!" Norrington yelled. Augusta and Elizabeth ran down towards the brig and huddled down in a corner.

"Sorry mate, but I've no fancy ter get 'it by one o' those buggars!" Myra came flying down the ladder, closely followed by Alfhild. They both ran down to the brig, where Myra and Alfhild slapped jack across the face on each side.

"Ow, what's that for!"

"It's a bloo'y gift from us bloo'y 'hores!" Alfhild said angrily."

"And I expected be'er from you, Jacques!" Myra said.

"You did?" Every person present stared at her in amazement.

"I did?" She said quietly. "Nah, don' think so."

"We're being commandeered!" The scene above deck was chaos compared to the Jack/Jacques-slapping going on below decks. The flag had been spotted. The other crew decided to strike colors, and strike the Jolly Roger they did. The men cowered in fear as the other ship came closer.

She was a two master schooner, with a dragon figurehead. It's jaws were open as if ready to eat the Navy crew whole. The lettering on the side said 'Anne's Revenge'. The men's cowering fear ceased to be when a group of females boarded their ship.

"Ladies," One crew member asked, "Where are the pirates?" One pirate stepped forwards. She was tall with long, raven-black hair. She was dressed in long black pants and a purple corset with black lace. She moved with grace that comes natural to sailors, but she showed no signs of being your typical dainty woman.

"We are the pirates ye lily-livered scallywags!" She exclaimed with a French accent. When she was greeted with laughter, she drew her sword and stepped forward. Her face was inches from Norrington's and her sword was at his throat. "Is some sing funny, Captain?" She asked.

"Uh…no…"

"Tie zem to ze mast!" She ordered. Her crew of all female pirates ran to obey her commands and within seconds the entire crew was tied to the main mast. "Vider la prison! Trouver n'importe quels prisonniers et les amène moi!" She ordered in French. Her crew scurried below decks and came up with Myra, Alfhild, Elizabeth, Will, and Jack, who was hiding Augusta behind him. When she saw jack, the French captain strode over to him, swearing in French.

"Le fils d'une chienne!" She walked over and punched him in the face.

"Well I missed you too, Violet." Angrily she kicked him and every male on board fought off the urge to double over in pain as Jack had done.

"I don't suppose that was undeserved, was it Jack?" Elizabeth asked.

"Enfer oui c'était!" She screamed. "Où ma fille est? Vous êtes un cochon!"

"Mama!" Augusta looked out from behind Jack, and ran over to Violet. She picked up and hugged the little girl, speaking in rapid French.

"Ma fille! Ce monstre terrible vous a effrayé?"

"What is she saying?" Will asked.

"Not anything you'd care, you're drunk!" Elizabeth hissed at him.

"Oh I'm in trouble; I'm in so much trouble…" Jack groaned as he tried to stand.

"And just why is that?" Elizabeth asked.

"Because, these are the two people who will ever call me-" Violet cut Jack off.

"Jacques!"