Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or plotlines of "Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl." If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here writing fanfiction; I'd be off making money. Which I am not doing with this work. I do, however, lay claim to the characters of Genesis Wolfe and Rosalyn O'Brien, and would be pleased as punch if you did not use them without my permission. Thank you, darlings.

Author's Note:So, while Genesis was off singing and lap-hopping with Jack and Will, poor Rosalyn and Elizabeth were stuck on a creepy ship with a bunch of uncouth, smelly pirates. Where's the justice, I ask you? And what the hell is that monkey doing?

Chapter 10: In Which Roz Meets Monkey Jack

"The edge of the bed."

"No."

"The eagle carving on the headboard."

"Negative."

"The…evening?"

"Nope."

"What the bloody hell is it?!"

"Now, now," Rosalyn said. "That's awfully bad language for a lady."

"Shut up," Elizabeth replied. "What was it?"

"You!"

"What?"

"Elizabeth!"

"Oh, Lord."

"Your turn!"

Elizabeth sighed. "I spy with my little eye…"

Elizabeth was interrupted by the door being thrown open, and Ragetti and Pintel stepping in. Pintel carried a mound of wine-colored fabric in his arms. The girls sprang to their feet.

"You'll be dinin' with the captain, Miss Turner," he said. "And he requests you wear this." He held out the dress to her.

"Well," Elizabeth said. "You may tell the captain that I am disinclined to acquiesce to his request."

Pintel chuckled. "He said you might say that. He also said if that be the case, you'll be dinin' with the crew. And you'll be naked."

Ragetti giggled, and Elizabeth snatched the dress away roughly, folding it in her arms and sticking out her jaw at him.

"Fine," Pintel said dejectedly, and the two men left the room. Elizabeth turned to look at Rosalyn with frightened eyes.

"It'll be okay," Roz said. "No death in the immediate future. Or rape. I see pork though."

Elizabeth looked at the dress, and threw it and the accompanying shift on the bed. "I hate pirates."

"But they're such sweet souls," Roz said sarcastically, picking the dress back up. It really was beautiful. "Come on. He'll just get more angry if you make him wait."

Elizabeth sighed and lifted her arms, allowing Roz to help her out of her nightgown. She eyed the red-haired girl as she laced her up.

"You're sure it's just pork?"

Rosalyn sat on the bed, slipping in and out of a nap. Elizabeth had been gone about ten minutes, and without an I Spy partner, there wasn't much to do other than sleep.

Roz sat up suddenly as a coat rack near the door tipped over. She searched the cabin with green eyes, before they finally rested on the culprit.

Monkey Jack.

"How the hell did you get in here?" she asked, looking at the closed door.

Monkey Jack began chattering, moving toward the bed she was on. She tucked her legs underneath her protectively.

"What are you doing?" she asked. She frowned. "Monkey who can't answer me."

She tucked some of her hair behind her ear, revealing a small silver hoop. The monkey screeched and leapt onto the bed, making a beeline toward Rosalyn's ear. She screamed, the force of the monkey's attack sending her into a backward somersault off the bed. So anyone walking into the room, it would seem as if an invisible monkey was attacking an equally invisible girl, as they struggled rather vocally behind the bed.

"Freaking DEATH MONKEY!"

"SCREEEEEEE!"

In moments, Monkey Jack was airborne, flying to the other side of the bed. Rosalyn leapt up, hair a mess and hat falling to the ground. Monkey Jack chattered, holding up his prize, Roz's hoop earring, before leaping through a tiny pet door in the wall next to the coatrack.

"I hate monkeys."

"Rosalyn!"

Roz turned to the door to see Elizabeth run in, slamming the door behind her, looking as freshly rumpled as she was.

"Liz?" Rosalyn said, disposing herself of the rest of the name's cumbersome syllables. "What happened?"

"Pirates!" Elizabeth gasped. "Dead, cursed pirates!" She stopped, looking at Rosalyn's disheveled appearance. "What happened to you?"

"Monkey," Rosalyn replied. "Rabid klepto monkey. Pirates, go on."

Elizabeth's panicky rant continued as if it hadn't stopped. "Cursed pirates, Rosalyn!" she cried, running to close the shutters on the windows. "I went to eat with Captain Barbossa and he was so polite! And there was pork, Rosalyn. Suckling pig! Just like you said!"

"I am pretty gifted," Roz muttered.

"And then!" Elizabeth fell onto the bed. "And then, he offered me an apple! An apple, Rosalyn! You said to beware apples, and I knew something was amiss. Then I stabbed him with a dinner knife. Stabbed him. I stabbed him. And he pulled the bloody thing out! That's when I ran outside."

She grabbed Rosalyn's hand, pulling her onto the bed beside her. Her hands were clammy. "They were dead, Rosalyn," she breathed. "Dead but alive. In the sunlight, they look like normal men, but at night, they're nothing but decaying flesh and bleached bones! It's horrible! Horrible!"

"Horrible."

"You don't sound very surprised."

"Oh, well, it's old news, really."

Elizabeth stared at her for a good minute. "You mean you knew about this?"

"Duh," Roz said, looking at Elizabeth as if she were slow. "Psychic."

"And you didn't think to tell me about it because…?"

"I didn't want you to swoon or weep or some other noblewoman thing."

"Have I mentioned that I don't like you very much, Rosalyn?"