Strangely enough, having myself slung over this large pirate's shoulder was starting to get oddly comfortable…that is until he dropped me again onto the deck of the Pearl.

Instead of leaving me there, though, he belligerently threw me against the mast with the others, including Elizabeth, who had been captured and started to tie us up. Will wasn't anywhere in sight, which bothered me, and a quick glance in Elizabeth's direction was enough for me to know that something was defiantly wrong.

"Elizabeth, what's-" Was all I was able to ask when the Bo' sun slammed me across the face, making it sting and most likely making a red mark appear.

"You shall speak when spoken to, wench."

I felt like responding back, but my eyes traveled to his hands that were down by his side, waiting to slap me if I spoke once more.

Now I know what Jack feels like…

Jack…why my thoughts had suddenly traveled to him was just as big a mystery as why he called me by my mother's name. I was confused, of course, and wanted an explanation. Even though he had said that I looked sort of like my mother when we were down in the Pearl's brig, I felt that it wasn't a good enough excuse for calling me Alexandra.

Elizabeth's elbow suddenly jabbing itself into my side was enough to bring me back to the present. I noticed more people had been tied up, except Jack who, instead of being tied up, was being held back by his former crew a couple of yards away.

As if knowing someone was looking at him, his face turned slightly to the left, having his gaze meet mine. For a split second, his eyes were dark, but then they brightened up a bit, and he gave me a small reassuring smile that I pretty much knew was fake.

Part of me wanted to return the smile, but I instead threw him a glare and turned to face straight ahead, suddenly finding a knife in my face.

"If any of you as much as thinks the word 'parley', I'll have your guts for garters."

Well, that was cheerful…

The balding pirate made his down the captives, holding a knife near everyone's face threateningly, probably hoping he was scaring us.

"Got that?" He said, reaching me and sticking the knife closer to my face.

I looked over him for a second, then smile slightly. "Sure thing, Chuckles."

His face fell and he went into a trance-like state of confusion, and out of the corner of my eyes I saw Jack looking straight ahead while smirking slightly.

'Chuckles' then returned from his trance-like state. "Why you little wench!"

Is that my new nickname or something?

He untied me and dragged me over to where Jack was standing and let the Bo' sun tie us together so we couldn't escape even if we wanted too.

"Hello, Cassandra." He whispered to me, sending unexpected chills down my spine for some reason.

"Hi." I said scathingly, looking straight ahead and not meeting his gaze.

He rolled his eyes at my stubbornness, and leaned in closer to my ear so that his breath tickled the back of my neck. "What I said was an accident, luv."

"I'm sure it was."

I was sure that he would've just sighed in annoyance and give up, but he instead leaned even closer, having his lips slightly graze my ear. "I promise."

"Whatever, I know that you're lying to me. Your charm doesn't work on me."

On the word charm, his smirk became even smugger, and his eyebrows rose. "How is that?"

I would've responded, but I was cut off by a huge explosion off in the distance and turned to find the Interceptor blown to bits. Elizabeth was the first to react by rushing at Barbossa, screaming Will's name and attacking him.

"You've got to do something!" She screamed. Barbossa then turned and caught one of her wrist; bringing her face close to his.

"Welcome back, Miss. You took advantage of our hospitality last time. It holds fair now that you return the favor." He then pushed her toward his crew, who all grabbed at her while she screamed.

I tried to go after her, but having Jack's wrist tied with mine didn't help much so I had to stay put, watching helplessly.

"BARBOSSA!"

Everyone stopped moving and heads turned to find a familiar person leaping up onto the deck, pointing a pistol at Barbossa.

"She goes free." Will shouted at him, eyes flickering to Elizabeth.

It was silent for a moment before it was apparent that Barbossa didn't know who it was. "What's in your head, boy?"

"She goes free!"

I think they get that part, Will!

"You've only got one shot, and we can't die." Barbossa informed him, smirking at Will's stupidity.

"Don't do anything stupid!" Jack whispered to Will from beside me, biting his lip.

"You can't." Will said, suddenly pointing the pistol at himself. "I can."

"Like that…" Jack sighed out

Barbossa eyebrows rose in confusion as he stared at Will. "Who are you?"

Jack suddenly leapt into action, dragging me along with him. "No one. He's no one." He said, standing in front of Barbossa. "A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though…he's a eunuch."

I kicked him, making him cringe in pain.

"My name is Will Turner . My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins." Will informed everyone.

One of the pirates, Chuckle's friend, gaped at him. "It's the spitting image of ol' Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us….and his wife as well." His eyes flickering from Will to me.

And his WHAT?

My eyes went to Will who stared back, realizing what the pirate meant, but before we could say or do anything Barbossa was speaking. "Name your terms, Mr. Turner."

"Elizabeth goes free!"

"Yes, we know that one. Anything else?"

From beside me, Jack pointed at himself.

"And the crew! The crew is not to be harmed!"

I coughed loudly, making him turn his gaze to me. "And Cass, as well. She's not to be harmed."

As soon as he finished, he turned away, not wanting to look at me. I was thankful, for I didn't want to either. Only Jack was able to see the sudden awkwardness, and he put his arm around my shoulder, which I shoved off.

"Is this what you've been keeping from me?" I shouted at him, having everyone on deck look at us.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times before looking at the deck and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yes." He said. "Some of it."

Some of it?

I would've stomped off, but the rope tying us together held me back. Barbossa, who had totally ignored the argument Jack and I just had, stepped closer to Will.

"Is that all, Mr. Turner?"

"Yes."