Princess-Maiden: you made me laugh, actually – "I would have given dear dear Elizabeth"…thx again, I hope you will like what I planned out for this chapter, because I am going to use another character from the other two movies.

foolon the hill: thx very much for stopping by, reading, and leaving a review

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"Jack!"

Will yelled after Jack, who stepped back on deck of the Pearl, yelled several orders to Gibbs, resisted the urge to look back at the Triumph and briskly walked to his cabin and slammed the door shut behind himself, completely ignoring Will. Will decided to follow Jack into his cabin. Elizabeth caught him by his shirt, a pleading look on her face.

"Will, leave him be."

"Elizabeth, we need a plan. And a heading."

Will wrenched his arm free, opened the door and determinedly walked in. Jack was standing by his table, gulping down a bottle of rum. The moment he heard the door open, he turned around and with all his might swung the bottle in the direction of the door, intending to hit anyone who didn't get that he wanted to be left alone right now. Will ducked just in time and the bottle flew out of the open door, nearly missing Elizabeth, who stood where Will left her, and shattered on the railing.

"Which of those two signals for leave-me-alone didn't yer understand, eunuch?!" Jack yelled, flailing his hands dangerously around that part of his body where his pistol was, when he saw that Will made no move whatsoever to leave.

"Jack, I...there…there was no other way…" Will tried meekly.

"Wasn't there?! Wasn't there, William? What about givin' Elizabeth to Beckett, eh?"

Will opened his mouth, closed it and looked to the floor.

"I thought as much." Answered Jack and uncorked another bottle of rum and started to gulp it down. When he drank half of it and still didn't hear Will leave, he yelled again.

"Yer still here, eunuch?"

Will shifted nervously behind Jack's back.

"We need a plan, Jack, and a heading."

"A headin'." Jack mumbled and opened his compass. The needle pointed in the direction of the departing Triumph.

"Of course." Jack mumbled again and tossed the compass to Will. Will opened the compass and the needle pointed out of the open door of the cabin. Straight to Elizabeth.

"It's no use, Jack." Will said apologetically.

"Then find it on a map!" Jack yelled angrily again, grabbed several maps from the table and chucked them at Will. "Tia's place. And get the hell outta me cabin before I kill yer!" And Jack shoved Will out and slammed the door behind him.

Will had no idea who Tia was, but also had no time to ask Jack, as he threw him out so quickly. And going back there equaled death now. So he asked Gibbs instead, but didn't much like the explanation. A witch, Gibbs had said. Great.

The voyage to Tia Dalma lasted two days. Nobody of the crew saw Jack these entire two days. He was locked in his cabin, obviously drinking the biggest amounts of rum ever, as the only sound that could be heard were clinking empty bottles. The crew was also unusually quiet, including Norrington, who just worked and slept, and Elizabeth, who if she didn't sleep, sat on the stairs and felt guilty for being free when Chris wasn't and wondering why Jack chose Chris and not her.

When they arrived at Tia's, Jack got out of his cabin, squinted his eyes into the sunlight and without a word seated himself into the longboat and waited for the others to row him to the hut.

"Jack Sparra." Tia greeted him with a smile that uncovered her black teeth. Then she looked over his crew and stooped when she reached Will. Her eyes sparkled. She put on her best smile and slid her hand across Will's jaw. Will gaped at her helplessly but Elizabeth caught Tia's wrist and gave her a murderous look. Jack's eyebrows got lost under his bandana as he stared unbelievingly at Tia.

Someone actually fancied the eunuch? Except Elizabeth, of course.

"Very well." Tia removed her hand and seated herself in the only chair in her junk crowded hut.

"Wod service may I do you?" She asked sweetly.

"Yer know the treasure of Isla de Muerta, I need yer to make me a replica of the Aztec medallion." Jack stated plainly.

Tia eyed Jack suspiciously.

"You know I demand payment." She snapped.

Jack gave her a sideways smile and snatched the parrot off Cotton's shoulder.

"A talkin' parrot." He said, handing it to Tia. Cotton made some gestures to protest and the parrot squawked "Abandon ship" and made to fly away, but Jack hold him firmly.

"Da payment is fair." She said and let the parrot perch on her shoulder.

"When you get da treasure, come back for da medallion." And she disappeared into the back room of her hut.

Jack piled with his crew back into the longboat and they rowed back to the Pearl.

The journey to the Isla de Muerta took them only one day, because this time, Jack stayed at the helm all the time and made the crew sail on full canvas to reach the cave as soon as possible.

When they stepped out of the longboat into the cave, a terrible smell hit them, the smell of a rotting body. Norrington tripped over the first pile of gold, stumbled and nearly fell. Elizabeth gasped. The cave looked exactly the same like when she had been here for the first time, and all the memories of that unpleasant experience came back to her immediately. Ragetti was examining a golden necklace and thought about how many glass eyes he could buy for all this. Will stood over the rotting body of Barbossa. Jack came by, pursed his lips, kicked Barbossa's corpse and continued to the chest of the Aztec medallions, which was sitting on top of the biggest pile of gold. He pushed the heavy lid aside and it slid down and made a shattering sound that yanked everybody out of their thoughts.

"Move it, mates."

It took the crew the whole afternoon to divide the medallions into smaller piles, not too heavy to transport on the longboats, and transport them back to the Pearl. Then they sailed back to Tia Dalma, where Jack received his fake medallion, which looked unrecognizable, and exchanged it with Tia for a real one. Finally Jack could use his compass to navigate him back to the Triumph and he followed the direction the needle was showing him with all haste. It was already about a week.

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I admit, not my best chapter, but I am already working on the next one, with more twist, that should be better ... reviews pls?