Elizabeth spun around. "What's that noise?" she yelled. The crew ere yelling, with their hands over their ears. "It's Higgins, Ma'am!" one of them shouted. "Look!"

Higgins, a young and foolish lad, was crawling up the cliff towards the sirens. "Higgins!" Elizabeth screamed. "Don't listen to them!"

Jonathan stood next to her, shaking his head. "He can't hear you Madame, he's under their spell."

"No! Higgins!" Elizabeth screamed. But it was too late. He had reached their cave, at the middle of the cliff wall, and in seconds they were upon him, tearing at his flesh with their long nails, and pointed fangs, tearing off strips of skin, and screeching all the while. Elizabeth stood, frozen, her mouth open. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and tore herself away from the hideous scene, burying her face in Jonathans shirt.

Then, all was silent. Elizabeth slowly raised her head, and looked around. All her crew were staring at the Sirens, vacant looks on their faces. Then, to her horror, they starting walking across the deck, towards the cliff. "No." Elizabeth said frantically, "NO! STOP!" She could see the Siren's mouths open, not hearing their voices, but clearly the men could. Elizabeth raced across the deck, pulling at their clothes, pleading, tears running down her face, screaming into their vacant faces. She grabbed hold of one, Killigan. "Killigan, please, listen to me!" He turned to look at her. "Yes! Killigan, are you ok?"

In answer, he raised a hand and shoved her to floor. "No!" Elizabeth cried, as he carried on going. Then, she had an idea. She stood up, determined.

"Madame, what are you doing?" Jonathan asked, puzzled.

"What I should have done from the start." Elizabeth said. Then she whispered, "What Jack would do ."

She marched to her cabin, and threw over her chair, rummaging around in her desk, before finding her sword.

"Madame?" Jonathan cried. Elizabeth turned, tying back her hair into a ponytail. "I'm sorry, Storm, but I have to get my crew."

"Madame!" Jonathan cried. But she wouldn't listen. She raced towards the cliff. She stood on the stern, and tucked her sword into her belt. Then she began climbing the cliff. The rocks scratched her hands, but she strived forwards, desperate to get to her crew. The wind blew salty air into her eyes, and the rocks were wet and slippery. But she kept going. All the while she was screaming at her crew. But they kept on going. The sirens were all over the cliffs, swooping down and picking off the men. For Elizabeth it was silent, but she knew that the men could hear their heavenly voices. She climbed harder, when suddenly, she was on the ledge of the cliff. She heaved herself up, but there was nothing there, no-one. Then she looked around. Where was her crew?

Then she felt fingers like knives on her back, icy cold. "Why, hello."

Jack was on the lookout for Elizabeth ever since Marietta had pointed out the ship. Well, unknown to him, she'd been lying, just to get out of a sticky situation. Whether he was close or not, he never saw the ship. It was his third night in a row, without any luck, mere hope driving him on. He stood by the stern, gazing at the moon, remembering their times together. He could almost hear her voice-

"Greetings, Mr Sparra." His thoughts were interrupted by Marietta.

"Greetings, Miss Finch." he sighed.

"What ya thinking' about?" she asked.

"My dear, a man never reveals his inner feelings. They are far too delicate."

Marietta smiled. "Oh well. I tried."

Jack smiled. "Yes, you did. You should be, very, very proud."

"Oh, said Marietta, "I am." she edged towards him, and brought her face close to his. Then Jack snapped back to reality. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" he yelled. He ran into his cabin. Sitting by the door, with his head in his hands, only one thought was going round his head. "What is wrong with me?"

Will Jack give in to Marietta's advances? Who is Elizabeth's captor? R&R!