Author's Note --- I'm on a friggin' role today. Here's another chappie. Keep them reviews coming please! I can take critisim/new ideas if you have 'em. I'm prepared.

Jack: Lass, I'm likin' the action ye've got planned. (Winks)

Aoife: Shush, Jack, don't give anything away.

Jack: I won't as long as ye can keep me quiet.

Aoife: Oh, boy...I guess I'm in for a long night of Mum...no, Kiss is the Word.

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Chapter Five --- This Ain't The Armory

I was shoved into a cell, deep in Fort Charles, by the Marine who was grasping my arms. He had unlocked the chains that bound my wrists and then moved onto unlock Jack's. I moved into a corner of the cell just as Jack stumbled in and fell right where I had been. He watched as they locked us up and then left. He crawled beneath the small barred window, crossed his legs, folded his arms and brought his hat over his eyes. I could tell he was upset that he had been knocked out by a drunk man and caught non-the-less. I didn't say anything, but stayed curled in a ball in my corner.

There were some men in a cell next to ours, pirates that had been caught too, by the looks of it. They were a scraggly bunch, thin, almost skin and bones, and their clothes were nothing but tatters. I watched them, interested. The second the Marines left, they began motioning to the dirty dog that had a ring of keys in its mouth. "'ere poochie, poochie, come 'ere boy," they all called, trying to get the dog to bring them the keys. The dog was very well trained though, and didn't budge, just sat there giving them a look that said, "Are you stupid? Do you really think I'd move for you?"

"Ye can keep doin' that forever, that dog's never goin' ta move," I said in my best Jack impersonation, getting annoyed.

"Excuse us if we ain't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet," one of the men growled.

"Jones, come 'ere," Jack said from under his hat. I scooted over closer to him. He tilted his hat back just enough for me to be able to stare into those deep brown eyes that I'm head over heels for. "'Ow did ye do that?"

"Do what? Take your line again? My bad," I shrugged.

"That and copy me voice. It sounded exactly like me," he said, quite impressed.

"I can pick stuff up quickly, I guess."

"Ye guess?"

"Yup." He shook his head and lowered his hat again. All of a sudden, thunder seemed to shake the fort and I knew who was here.

"I know those guns!" Jack cried, leaping up to look out the window.

"It's The Black Pearl," I whispered loudly.

"The Black Pearl? I've 'eard stories...she's been preyin' on ships and settlements for near ten years...never leaves any survivors," one of the prisoners moaned.

"Never leaves any survivors?" I started.

"Then where do the stories come from, I wonder," Jack finished. The prisoner gave us a thoughtful look as though he was actually considering our point. I stood up and joined Jack at the window.

"She'd be a lot better looking if she weren't under the curse," I whispered.

Jack turned to face me and asked, "'Ow do ye know about that?"

Oops. "Like he said, there's been stories." We watch as she attacks the fort and the town, sending bombs flying through the air, exploding everything they come into contact with. It looks like the entire town is falling apart before our eyes.

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(Edana's POV)

After Keelin and Jack were taken away, I watched as Mr. Brown took up another bottle of rum and was so knocked out again. Then I quietly moved from the shadows to where Will was sitting, his face in his hands. "Mr. Turner," I whispered.

His head shot up at the sound of my voice, his eyes locking with mine. "I thought you left Miss Henderson," he said softly. I took a hankerchief that I had found in his pocket and gently began to wipe his face clean.

"I couldn't leave you," I said. He raised an eyebrow and I added, "In your time of need. Besides, I know that Keelin and I'll meet up again soon."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Trust me, I just know these things." I smiled at him and finished cleaning off his face.

"Thank you," he said. "I still don't understand how you got here though."

"Neither do I," I muttered under my breath.

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing, just wondering why you let Mr. Brown take all the credit," I said, indicating to the sleeping blacksmith.

"Because it's not like Commodore Norrington would listen to an apprentice that he rescued from sea as a boy," he said, turning to put on his leather apron. He began to get some swords that needed to be fixed. He heated the metals over the fire and banged away at them, perfecting them into beautiful swords once again. All of a sudden, it got really quiet and the air seemed strange and tense. Will went and opened the window and looked out. I went with him and saw nothing but the fog rolling around. I knew what that meant and who was coming. A few minutes later, the sound of exploding bombs ricocheted through the town. Will grabbed a hatchet off of the wall and his sword, tossing one to me as well. "Let's go," he said.

We darted out into the street where a woman ran past, chased by one of the pirates. Will threw his hatchet at the man, and it hit him square in the back. He fell down and Will snatched the hatchet back up out of his back. We raced along the streets, fighting off as many of the pirates as we could. I knew that it would do no good and they'd all end up back on The Pearl but it was good practice, eh? Will battled it out with the tall dark haired pirate. "Say goodbye," he thundered, Will's neck in the grappling hook.

A bomb hit the building we were standing under and the sign began to fall. Will ducked out of the way and it hit the pirate square in the chest. "Goodbye," he said energetically. We continued to run along the streets when he saw Elizabeth being dragged along by Pintel and Ragetti. "Elizabeth!" he cried, trying to follow but the pirate with the burning dreds jumped in front us. He grinned evily and looked down. By Will's foot was a burning bomb. He tried to back away but then the fuse stopped and the bomb wouldn't go off. The pirate went all wided eyed and Will gave a slight grin. Another pirate running past wacked him on the back of the head with a candlestick holder and his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he fell to the ground.

"Shit," I whispered. I could've prevented that, but stupid me didn't think about it. The dread burning pirate ran past me, giggling furiously at what happened. I let him go, knowing well enough that he couldn't be killed. I proceeded to grab Will's arms and drag him back to the shop, where he could sleep and be safe from the cursed pirates.

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(Keelin's POV)

As we watched the bombs fly through the air, one of them finally decided to come and hit the prison. I ducked before it was going to hit and I grabbed Jack's arm and pulled him down with me. "Stay low," I advised. He looked confused for a second but deciding he liked being this close better, he obeyed, wrapping his arms around my waist. The bomb came crashing through the wall and of course, it still didn't hit our cell. The other prisoners started to climb through the hole in the wall, while I sat up, pushing Jack's arms off.

"My sympathies, friends, ye've no matter of luck at all," the prisoner crowed before jumping off the wall.

"Yeah, my sympathies go to you when you're caught again," I snapped at his retreating back.

"Vicious, lass. Ye should learn ta play nice," he said, a grin on his face.

"You should learn when to give up, Captain," I replied, pushing off his arm that was snaking around my waist again. "Jack, make yourself useful and go see if you can get the dog to come with the keys."

"Yes, m'lady," he bowed, before crawling over to retreive the bone from the other cell. "'Ere doggie, 'ere boy, it's alright. Just you and old Jack," he said.

"And Keelin," I added.

"And Keelin," he said, wagging the bone. "Come 'ere doggie."

"Jack, just don't call it a stupid-"

"Come 'ere ye stupid mangy cat." Too late. The dog cowered in fright and ran down another set of stairs.

"Jack," I sighed in desperation. A Marine soldier came tumbling down the stairs just then, dead. Two pirates stepped over him, looking around for the weapons.

"This ain't the armory," the one called Twigg said.

The other, Koehler, spotted Jack leaning over the bar as he turned to go. "Well, well, what 'ave we 'ere? Captain Jack Sparrow," he spat.

"Last time I saw ye, ye were all alone on a God-forsaken island, shrinking into the distance. I'd 'eard ye'd gotten off but I didn't believe it," Twigg said.

"'Is fortunes 'aven't improved much," Koehler said, smirking. He noticed me then, cowering in the back of the cell. "'Ey, look, 'e's got some company. A little boy, eh, Jack? Ye 'ave lost, 'aven't ye?"

"Excuse me, you dirty one track minded freak, I am a female and damn proud of it," I said, approaching the bars.

"Oh, so Sparrow's got 'emself a little tramp who likes to dress in mens clothes," they smirked.

"I am not a tramp, you son of a bitch," I yelled.

"Aye, 'e's fortune 'aven't improved much at all!" Twigg chuckled.

"Worry about yer own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of 'ell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers," Jack said, interupting their laughter. Koehler reached through the bars and grabbed Jack's throat. Jack looked down and noticed the bones and rags that hung limp in the moonlight. "So there is a curse," he said thoughtfully. "That's interesting." He let go, throwing him back towards me. Jack stumbled into me and I caught him, holding on so we wouldn't both fall.

"You know nothin' of hell," Koehler snarled. They stormed back up the stairs, leaving us locked in the cell together.