Ann and Mary quickly turned around, and stared into the dark. Hidden in the shadow lay a person with curly hair. The group slowly crept closer, and sighed in relief when they saw it was their trainer, Martin.

Aaron walked even closer, and reached out to check if Martin was okay, but Arvin grabbed his wrist, and pulled him back. "We can't touch him or speak out loud until he wakes up." Mary whispered as soft as she could. Aaron remembered how he felt when he just woke up, and nodded. Mary and Ann sat down next to their trainer, and the boys quickly did the same.

They just sat there for a while in complete silence. Ann was getting bored, and she secretly wished Martin would hurry up and wake up. As if on cue, Martin started to steer. He slowly got up, and groaned because of all the impressions washing over him.

When he was able to focus again, he saw the young people he'd been training. He grinned, relieved because he'd found his students. His relief didn't last long though, because he realized Collin, Levy and Achmed weren't there with the others.

He was about to ask where the boys were, when he felt pain in his left hand. He had a small gash in the palm of his hand, but a lot of blood dripped out of it. Mary paled a little bit, she didn't like blood.

Ann pulled the ribbon out of her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders. She softly started to clean the wound. Mary took hers out too, and gave it to Ann, so the girl could bandage Martin's hand.

Martin was about to ask what had happened to Levy Achmed and Collin, when the three boys walked back into the alley.

Collin stared at Martin. "Did we miss something?" he asked his friends. Ann cracked a smile, and shook her head. Levy and Achmed each had a brown satchel, the one Achmed was carrying was larger than Levy's.

Levy passed his to Ann, and when she opened it, she saw two unisex outfits, which would probably fit her and Mary. "Thanks guys." She said to him and Achmed. Achmed just snorted. "you should thank Dutch-boy over there," he said. "If it were for us, I think you would have a problem." Levy finished. Mary, who'd been standing near giggled at the new nickname for Collin. "Dutch-boy, hm?" She muttered, and said boy looked over his shoulder disturbed.

Before anybody could say something, Mary opened Achmed's satchel. He was carrying a small arsenal in there. She reached in carefully not to touch the daggers, and pulled out a small black revolver. When the others saw what she held in her hand, they came over too.

The weapons were divided quickly, but Martin immediately stated no one was allowed to use the arms unless it was an absolute emergency, and if they did use them, they should never aim to kill. The elder man pulled a short sword out of the satchel himself, and attached it to the belt hanging over his white shirt.

While everybody was checking out the weapons, Mary pulled Collin out of earshot. "Alright, We heard Jack is in town, recruiting a crew for a journey to a swamp witch." She smiled as her friends eyes lit up. Before Collin could ask, she nodded. "I'm pretty sure it's Tia Dalma, and I think it's our ticket home, we just have to join Jack's crew." "How did you find out?" Collin asked, and Mary quickly explained about the gossiping men. "That's great." He said, and added: "you and Ann should change now, I'll explain the plan, and maybe we can even join tonight!"

Mary nodded, walked back to Ann, who was playing with the satchels, and pulled the girl further into the alley, out of sight of the boys. When they were sure no one was watching, the girls started to strip quickly. They both scrambled an outfit together.

Ann took a white shirt with a brown top, a pair of grayish trousers, and dark orange boots. She quickly put everything on, and tied a red bandana around her head. When she looked at Mary, she saw the girl was wearing red trousers and brown boots, and was currently struggling to get her white shirt on. A brown jacket lay on the ground beside her, and a brown hat was on top of it.

"I'm finally able to breathe again!" Ann cheered, and Mary giggled. "Yeah, I can understand Elisabeth fainted in that corset, they are horrible!"

While the girls were changing, the boys were sitting in a circle, listening to Collin, who was explaining the plan Mary and Ann came up with. Not everybody listened to it alike. Especially one boy was getting distracted more and more. Achmed didn't have a good bond with Collin, in fact the two of them couldn't really stand each other. And now Collin was taking the lead, like it was a natural thing to do. But Levy, Aaron, Yuri, Arvin and even Martin seemed to think it was fine, and agreed to the suggestions Collin made like he was an expert.

In the corner of his eye, Achmed saw the girls coming closer. He secretly hoped the two would say something completely different, but he wasn't lucky today. The girls complimented Collin for explaining everything so well, and added some detail to the story here and there.

Collin had finished his story, and Martin asked who agreed with the plan. All hands were raised, except Achmed's. He frowned, and thought: 'There is now way, I'm going to agree to something they say, the bastard is not my boss!'

After that all hell broke loose. In less than a second, Collin's hands were wrapped around Achmed's neck, and the Dutch boy shouted something about taking it back. Achmed didn't understand what happened. The boy who seemed to have everything under control just mere seconds ago, seemed to be outraged.

When he looked to the other's faces, it clicked. He saw confusion, even anger in their eyes. He didn't think it, he'd said it out loud. Martin finally succeeded to keep the boys apart, and glanced at him. "Achmed, are you serious about that?" he asked in a dangerous tone.

Said boy didn't bother to answer, he turned around, and ran for it.

A/N To be honest, I thought about letting it end here, I love the way this turned out, and even though the people who know the characters irl know there's no way they would behave like this, the drama is nice, isn't it? But it's been a long time since I updated this, so I decided to make this chapter a bit longer. Enjoy the last part :D

Achmed ran all the way to the port, and when he thought it was safe enough, he bent over trying to catch his breath. He slowly walked down one of the piers, and sat on the edge. The scene washed through his mind, and he realized he'd made a huge mistake. Their only chance was that swamp witch, what was she called again?

Tia Dalma, that was it. There was no way of getting to her without joining Jacks crew, and since the others were going to do that, it wasn't an option. He sighed and unsheathed his dagger. It was heavy, and the metal had a beautiful shine. He realized it was silver. Now he was looking at it intently he could make out the engraved motto, Memento Mori.

"Remember your mortality." Achmed said out loud. It didn't make his mood exactly better.

"That's a nice dagger you've got there lad." A hoarse voice said behind him. The people in town hadn't shown any interest in Achmed, so when he suddenly heard a voice, he was startled. If the owner of the voice hadn't grabbed his shoulder in time, he would have fallen down in to the sea.

When Achmed looked over his shoulder, he saw a scraggly man. But he held some kind of authority. The brown hair peeking from under his had was a bit greasy, and on his shoulder was a small squirrel monkey.

"You don't belong here, do you?" The man asked, but it felt more like a statement to Achmed, who just nodded. "Well, I can get you home," The man said, and he continued: "You just have to join my crew." Achmed immediately nodded, but decided to ask one question:

"Who are you?" The man grinned when he answered.

"My name is Hector Barbossa."

A/N: So this is the real end of this chapter. If you have something to say, please review.

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