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Chapter 5

Calise sat in the cabin until she heard activity happening from above. Going up deck, she looked around for Will but couldn't find him. She heard Gibbs say, "Hands aloft to loose t'gallants! With this wind at her stern, she'll carry every sail we've got."

"What's happening?" she asked. The woman, Anamaria, answered, "The Black Pearl. She's gaining on us." Calise hopped onto the railing; and while holding onto a rope, leaned out to see her father's ship coming at them. "So much for being the fastest ship in the Caribbean," she mumbled, knowing the Interceptor's reputation. Hopping back onto the deck, she asked, "We're shallow on the draft, right?"

Anamaria answered, "Yes."

"Well, then can't we lose them amongst those shoals?"

Gibbs caught on. "We don't have to outrun them long. Just long enough," he said.

"Lighten the ship, stem to stern!" Anamaria ordered.

"Anything that we can afford to lose…see that it's lost," Gibbs added. Calise watched as the crew hurried about throwing items overboard. Also hearing the commotion, Will came back up deck. Leaning on the rail, he notices the Pearl and sees them pulling out their oars. He stops a cannon from being thrown overboard. "We're gonna need that," he said.

"It was a good plan. Up 'till now," Anamaria said, also seeing the oars. Will ran up to them. "Gibbs! We have to make a stand. We must fight! Load the guns!" he said.

"With what?" asked a very stressed Anamaria. Will looked at Gibbs, then Calise. "Anything. Everything! Anything we have left," he answered.

Gibbs again caught on. "Load the guns! Take shot and langrage. Nails and crushed glass! With a will!" he ordered. The crew began to stuff everything into cannons – cutlery, rum bottles – anything they could fine. "The Pearl is going to luff up on our port quarter. She'll rake us without ever presenting a target." said Gibbs.

Calise began to look around. "Lower the anchor on the right side. On the starboard side!" she told Anamaria.

Will looked at Gibbs. "It certainly has the element of surprise," he said.

"You're daft, lady! You both are!" said Anamaria.

With a little smile, Gibbs said, "Daft like Jack. Lower the starboard anchor!" The crew looked at him confused. "Do it, ye dogs, or it's you we'll load into the cannons!" he threatened. The crew scurried about and lowered the anchor. Calise looked at Anamaria. "Let go," she said. Anamaria lets go. The Interceptor swung about hard. "Keep us steady now. Now!" ordered Will.

"Fire all!" ordered Calise. They fired all cannons, blowing holes into the Black Pearl. "We could use a few more ideas, lass," Gibbs said to Calise. Calise turned to Will. "Your turn," she said.

"We'll need us a devil's dowry," said Gibbs.

"We'll give them her," said Anamaria, pointing her pistol at Calise.

"She's not what they're after," said Will. Calise looked at her throat then at Will. "The medallion," she said. Will ran down below with Calise following behind. "Where is it?" she asked.

"I don't know. It should be here," he answered. They both turned around to see the monkey with the medallion. Calise proceeded to run after the monkey. When she got up deck, she heard a noise. Turning around, she watched as the mast falls onto the door leading below, trapping Will below deck. "Will!" she cried.

"Don't worry about me. Get the medallion," he told her. She nodded and looked around for the monkey. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she quickly turned around to punch the person. To her surprise, Jack grabbed her wrist. "That's not very nice. Where's the medallion?"

"Damn it, Jack. Don't do that to a person. As for the medallion, the monkey has it," she answered, quickly giving Jack a hug. "Where's dear William?" he asked.

"Trapped below," replied Calise, looking over to the fallen mast. Seeing one of the her father's crew coming toward her, she picked up a pistol and fired at the pirate. But before she could make another shot, the floor gave way beneath and she fell through. "Calise!" she heard Will cry. He swam toward her and brought her up to the small pocket of air that was left. Looking at each other, they took a deep breath and dived beneath the water, searching for a way out. Finding a hole in the bulkhead, they swam through it and into the open sea. They came up quickly for a breath and dove back below and swam toward the Pearl. Climbing up the side of the ship, Will and Calise stayed out of sight and listened to what was being said above them. "If any of you as much as thinks the word 'parley,' I'll have your guts for garters," she heard Pintel tell the crew. Calise smiled at Will and finished climbing up the side. "The next time you decide to blow up a ship, be sure that everyone is off. Or at least make sure I'm off," she said, standing on the railing trying to catch her breath. Pistols immediately pointed her way; Barbossa immediately dragged her off the railing. "Welcome back, daughter. So nice of you to drop in," said he. Next thing she knew, she heard Will call, "Barbossa! Let her go."

"What's in your head, boy?" her father asked.

"She goes free," he said.

"You've only got one shot, and we can't die," Barbossa pointed out. Jack looks at Will. "Don't do anything stupid," he said.

"Why not? You're the one who is forcing him to do this," Calise fired back. Jack glared at her.

"You cannot die, but I can," Will said, pointing the gun at himself.

"Like that," mumbled Jack.

"Who are you?" Barbossa asked.

"No one. He's no one. A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though – eunuch," Jack added with a whisper.

Calise stared at Jack, knowing what Will was doing. "His name is Will Turner," she started to say. Her father looked at her in shock.

"My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs through my veins," Will continued. Barbossa suddenly noticed the resemblance.

"He's the spitting image of ol' Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us," Ragetti commented.

"On my word do as I say, or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones' Locker," Will said.

"Name your terms, Mr. Turner," Barbossa said, all the while holding Calise closer to him. Will played out his terms – that Calise should be freed and the crew not to be harmed – and her father agreed. But Calise knew better. She soon found herself standing on the plank. "Go on, Poppet, go! Walk the plank!" said Pintel.

"Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore she'd go free!" came the comment from an angry Will.

"Don't dare impugn me honor, boy. I agreed she'd go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where. Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it lads?" said Barbossa, looking back at his daughter.

"Aye," said his crew. Calise rolled her eyes. "So I'll be having that dress back before you go," said her father. Calise proceeded to smile, wave, and dived into the water – not giving back the dress. Next, Jack was dragged up to the plank. "I'd really rather hoped we were past all this," he said.

"Jack... Jack. Did ya not notice? That be the same little island that we made you Governor of on our last little trip," said Barbossa, pointing out a distant island.

"I did notice," replied Jack, his voice filled with disgust.

"Perhaps you'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape...but I doubt it," Barbossa said, unsheathing his sword and pointing it at Jack's throat. "Off you go."

"Last time, you left me a pistol with one shot," Jack mentioned.

"By the powers, you're right. Where be Jack 's pistol? Bring it forward," the villain said. Someone brought up Jack's pistol.

"Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman...would give us a pair of pistols," said Jack.

"It'll be one pistol as before, and you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady and starve to death yourself," Barbossa said as he tossed the pistol into the sea. Jack dove in after it.

The Island

"That's the second time I've had to watch your father sail away with my ship," mentioned Jack as he and Calise watch the Black Pearl sail away.

"Come on, Jack. But you were marooned on this island before, weren't you? So we can escape in the same way you did then," said Calise. Then she began to think. She never did ask Jack how he got off the island. "How did you get off this place anyway?"

Jack turned to look at the young woman. "Last time...I was here a grand total of three days, all right? Last time," he started to say as he opened a secret cellar door, "the rumrunners used this island as a cache. Came by, and I was able to barter a passage off. From the looks of things, they've long been out of business. Probably we have that bloody Commodore Norrington to thank for that,"he finished as he climbs out of the cellar with two bottles of rum in his hands.

Calise laughed. "I figured something like that," she said. "So you spent three days lying on the beach, drinking rum?"

Jack smiled and said, "Welcome to the Caribbean, love," he said, handing her a bottle of rum. Staring at the rum, a plan began to form in her mind. A few hours later, she managed to get Jack drunk enough to pass out. Then she went to work, gathering the food, several trees, and of course the rum. Then she sent it all on fire. When morning broke, she heard Jack groggily say, "No! Not good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing? You burned all the food, the shade! The rum!"

"Sorry, Jack, but the rum is gone," said Calise.

"But why is the rum gone?" asked a devastated Jack.

"One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for you, my dear pirate captain, do you really think that there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?" she answered. "Sorry, Jack, but Will saved my life. It is the least I can do for him," she continued.

"But why is the rum gone?" he repeated. Calise roll her eyes. "Just wait, Captain Sparrow. You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye out and then you will see white sails on that horizon," she said. Jack proceeded to turn around and angrily walk off. Calise shook her head and looked out over the horizon. There she saw what she was looking for – white sails. There you go, Jack, she thought, a smirk coming across her face. She watched as the sails got closer and froze – the colours were that of the British Royal Navy. Drat, Jack now has a really good reason to kill me, she thought as the ship weighed anchor. Standing where she was, she watched as Lieutenants Groves and Gillette, with twenty soldiers, rowed to shore. "Well, look what we have here," said Gillette, glancing Calise up and down. Groves came to her rescue, asking, "How did you get here?"

She smiled. "Long version or short?" she asked.

Groves returned the smile. "Don't start explaining yet. Wait 'til we get to the Commodore. You can explain then. Is there anyone else here with you?" he asked, looking around.

"Well, now that you mentioned it," she said, trailing off as she looked behind her. As expected, out came Jack, who suddenly stopped. "You are a dead woman," he said.

"I figured as much," Calise said, watching two soldiers put clamps around Jack's wrists. She looked at Groves. "Anything else?" she asked.

Groves shook his head. "Come along," he ordered.

The Dauntless

"You're alive!" was the first thing that Calise heard as she boarded the Dauntless. The next thing that happened to her was her being caught in a hug from a very excited Elizabeth Swann.

"I hope so. And I believe I have you to thank for that," Calise said, extracting herself from the hug and smiling at the beautiful young woman. "Yes, I believe you do," came a voice from behind her. She turned and found herself face-to-face with Commodore James Norrington. "Commodore, what a pleasure to see you again," greeted Calise, trying to put on a happy face.

"I'm sure," he said. "Make ready to sail. We're returning to Port Royal," he ordered.

"Um, that may not be wise," said Calise. Norrington turned back towards her. "Now why is that?" he asked.

"Because we are missing Will Turner. And I'm sure that you want to punish him," she answered. Elizabeth grabbed her arm. "Where's Will?" she demanded.

"To find dear William, you must first find the Black Pearl," Jack answered.

"And try to save him from pirates who think that his blood is the key to life," added Calise.

"We have to save Will," Elizabeth said, turning to someone Calise recognized as Governor Swann.

"No. Your friend is safe now. We will return to Port Royal immediately, not go gallivanting after pirates!" he said.

"Then we condemn him to death," said Elizabeth.

"The boy's fate is regrettable, but, then, so was his decision to engage in piracy," said Swann.

"For me. He rescued her for me. To prevent anything from happening to my rescuer," countered his daughter.

At this point Jack decided to get into the conversation. "If I may be so bold as to inject my professional opinion. The Pearl was listing near to scuppers after the battle. It's very unlikely she'll be able to make good time. Think about it. The Black Pearl. The last real pirate threat in the Caribbean, mate. How can you pass that up?" he said to Norrington, as if he was tempting the other man with an unbelievable offer.

Norrington looked at Jack and countered with, "By remembering that I serve others, Mr. Sparrow, not only myself."

Elizabeth then spoke up. "Commodore, I beg you, please do this. For me. As a wedding gift," she said. Calise looked at her in shock, as did Norrington.

"Elizabeth, are you accepting the Commodore's proposal?" her father asked.

"I am," came the reply.

"A wedding! I love weddings...drinks all around!" said Jack, extending his arms and looking around. He then added, "I know. 'Clap him in irons,' right?"

"I think you may be right, Jack. But the Commodore is not really convinced," said Calise. She looked at Norrington. "Come now, Norrington. What do I need you to do to convince you to go after my father?" she asked him with a shrewd smile.

"Your father?" asked a confused Norrington.

"Oh, did someone neglect to tell you," she said, glancing at Groves. She looked back at the commodore. "My full name is Calise Barbossa. My father is Captain Hector Barbossa of the Black Pearl," she continued. "Think about it. You'll be doing me and the rest of the Caribbean a favor but getting rid of him." As she said this, she really didn't believe in what she said. Somehow, her father has weaseled his way into her heart. Norrington stared at her and then turned his gaze to Jack. "Mr. Sparrow, you will accompany these fine men to the helm and provide us with the bearing to Isla de Muerta. You will then spend the rest of the voyage contemplating all possible meanings of the phrase "silent as the grave." Do I make myself clear?" he asked Jack.

"Inescapably clear," Jack replied as he was lead to the helm. Norrington looked at another soldier. "Please lead Miss Barbossa to my quarters. I have some things to discuss with her," he said. Calise froze. Now I've done it.