A/N: We're back to our hyper-active semi-psychotic pirate-loving selves. W00h00 for us. Next chapter, which I'm trying to write but I'm being continually attacked be a small, hyper, jumpy dog (for those of you who can't figure it out, I'm sitting here writing this on Andi's computer with her sitting next to me usually dictating what I write):

"Ugh…" Elizabeth moaned between waves of sickness. Whether it was sea sickness or morning sickness was yet to be determined by the crew.

"I told you we were not made to manage a cross-Atlantic voyage." Norrington stood at the forecastle with Violet, who was watching Elizabeth.

"The crew has never been on such a long journey. I don't believe it is wise to continue our voyage."

"Norrington, my daughter is out there some where. Out on that wide open sea. Are you suggesting I turn us about merely because your men do not wish to sail any farther? Is my daughter to die merely because you and your lazy bastards don't think you can work? My crew has never made such a voyage on such a weak ship nor with such an unwilling crew, and yet they do not complain."

"Captain Black, I am insulted."

"As am I. I'd have thought that you'd put a little more- ah- faith into a crew of experienced sailors."

"Experienced sailors? Or merciless thieves unafraid of breaking the law?"

"Ah, both Norrington. Both."

"Land ho! Land ho!" A cry came from the crow's nest.

"There!" Violet pointed to a shadow appearing on the horizon.

"Well, is it Africa?"

"Of course it's Africa, what else would it be?"

"I'm…not sure."

"Of course you aren't, imbecile males…You! Myra! What colors do they fly?"

"Uh…" Myra took a spyglass from the deck and looked for the flag. "It's hard to say, but it looks to be of British origins."

"Oh, the lovely British gits." Violet said.

"Aye." Jack stepped out on deck between Violet and Norrington. "That's what

I've been saying for years but no one wants to listen to good old Jack now, do they?"

"Why would anyone consider anything you have to say worth anything?" Norrington asked.

"I love you more and more and more with every insult." Violet said, ignoring Jack's sad-puppy look.

"Is there a plan of action, Captain?" Jack spat out the last word like it was some kind of swear he did not want to be heard saying.

"Yes. We raid the fort, take the gold, free the slaves, see who wants to sign on the account. Maybe you'll find yourself a new crew. Once that's done, we find out where the bloody hell Blackbeard is."

"Perhaps said pirate is already on his way over and all we have to do is sit and wait off shore for him?"

"Do you think that's the case?"

"I do. But then again, why would anyone consider anything I have to say worth anything?"

"Oh, my Jaques, you have not changed a bit."

"We all change, love."

"I'll leave now." Norrington walked down the deck to try and help Elizabeth.

"Again, you call me love."

"I do."

"Jaques, you know I'm captain of this ship."

"Yes."

"And I am perfectly capable of performing a marriage ceremony."

"You are, but as it were, the Turners are already together."

"I was not speaking of those two pirates, Jaques."

"Oh."

"Jaques."

"You…You're not just here for the girls, are you?"

"No, to say I was would be to taste a lie."

"You've spent all these years trying to find me so you could talk me into settling down?"

"Aye."

"I'm a pirate. There is no 'settling' to be done here, as it were."

"Jaques-"

"You have to daughters to take care of."

"Who's to say we can't take care of them? Who's to say we can't raise them to our ways?"

"They're just two little girls."

"I live on a ship with a crew made entirely of female pirates. Can our daughters not join their ranks, become pirates? Or do you not care for your own two daughters?"

"Listen to me, love, and listen well. I have chosen the life of a pirate. And there are days when it is a choice I regret. I have no home. No one to love. Nothing but what I can take from others. I do not want them to know the loss, the sorrow; I do not want them to know the pain and suffering of having nothing. So please, say what you will about it. But do not, under any circumstances, tell me I do not love these girls."

"Why Jaques, I've almost forgotten that you've had a sensitive side. But you're wrong."

"How so?"

"You have me to love. I have always been here for you. Whether you've seen it or not."

"Your point being?"

"We can run away together, the four of us! A pirate family, we can be such a thing. All four of us, we'll be together! And we'll make sail; travel to the farthest horizon and beyond! Freedom, Jaques, freedom!"

"I know you want us to give them everything we have. But proper society has more to offer than that which has seduced the likes of us."

"Captain!" Alfhild ran up. "We're approaching the main fort. What do we do?"

"Jack, we will finish this conversation at a later time."

"It's a date."

"Strike their colors and canvas over the main guns, leave them out. Half of Norrington's crew comes with us. Elizabeth, you should stay. I'll go with you, Mister George Albatross."

"Oh not that again."

"Yes, that again. Everybody! Into position."

The crew scrambled around on deck and below, preparing he ship for battle or preparing to go into the fort. Elizabeth was sent below decks, while William and Jack dressed for their parts as rich noblemen of Britain. Violet also dressed as a British Lady, wife of George Albatross.

"Let's get this show on the road." Violet followed Will, Jack, and Norrington up to the fort, followed by half of Norrinton's crew. They were allowed access into the fort and were soon drinking merrily with the owner of the fort, who was getting steadily drunker as the hours of the evening passed. Will, in light of his previous rum experiences, had very little to drink.

"Well, I think it's time we discussed you reasons for coming," The fort's owner said, setting his rum down.

"Yes. Well, we want you to surrender all the treasure you have within the walls of this fort and we want you to free all the slaves you have in your holding cells." The men merely laughed at Violet, until she pulled her gun and pointed it at the fort's owner.

"A lady is to be holding me hostage? She can't even hold the gun up in position."

"Who's to say I was aiming for your heart?" His face went pale, and then the rest of the men drew swords and pistols.

"By the way, if you look out the window, we have all our cannons trained on this fort and if you make an attempt to escape, we'll blow you all to bits." Within half an hour the ship was sitting heavier in the water with the wait of the gold and another twenty ex-slaves had signed onto the account.

"Now what?" Jack asked.

"Now we get away from shore. We have to get away from here, and now." Violet led the crew and the ship around a point on the coast, away from the view of the ship sailing into the port, Queen Anne's Revenge in black paint across her hull.

While Violet and the rest were raiding the fort, Myra and Alfhild had their own

pirating to do. They snuck off the ship and were hiding in bushes along the shore when the raid was going on. When the Queen Anne's revenge pulled into the port, they agreed to sneak on board. They were hiding in the cargo hold arguing.

"What's going on?" Myra asked, scared.

"I don't know, but there's plenty of commotion out on deck." Alfhild said.

"Are we moving? I think we're moving."

"I don't know, let's go find a porthole." The two searched and found a hole in the side of the ship.

"Uh…that's open water."

"We're out at sea, Myra."

"How far out are we?"

"I'm not sure."

"They don't know we're missing. Alfhild, they don't know we left. They may not come back for us."

"Calm down."

"We're going to die here. They'll find us, use us for their manly purposes, and then they'll kill us! We'll be shark bait."

"Stop it! We are getting out of here alive and-"

"No we're not!"

"Yes we are, Myra. Think, what would Jack do in this situation?"

"I have no bloody clue!"

"Well-"

"I think he'd-" The two turned to see Abigail, the nanny, there behind them.

"Abigail! What in bloody hell are you doing here?"

"I stowed away."

"I see that. How'd you get on this ship?"

"I stowed away."

"I know. How-"

"I stowed away on the other ship. And then I followed you."

"What? Why?"

"I wanted to be a pirate."

"Well, congratulations," Myra said hysterically, "We're all going to die and-"

"MYRA! Shut up for a minute, please. You're not helping."

"What do we do?"

"We hide, and the next chance we get, when we next land, we get off this ship."

"Will that work?" Myra asked.

"As long as we don't get caught." The three girls all turned around, terror imprinted on their faces when they heard the fourth voice, a male.

"Too late for that."

A/N: Yes, another cliffhanger…w00h00. It's now 11:45 at night, the third night we're working on this story.