Ok, I didn't manage to get it up because I thought my internet was broken, but it turned out it was just unplugged. :$ But this is quite a long chapter! :D

Vampiric-Vampaneze: Thanks. Yeah the head makes me laugh in the film!

kieraliz: I know, Pirates people are so unlucky, it's a disease!

Thanks to everyone who's added this story or read it.

"We found another one," the pirate holding me said in a gruff voice, pulling me sharply into Barbossa's view. Barbossa's pale blue eyes looked me up and down.

"Shoot her," he said, "I have no use for her."

An evil grin spread across the face of the pirate holding me. "Aye, aye Capt'n," he said, the pleasure was evident in his voice.

"No!" someone shouted, "don't! Let the girl go!"

I scanned the faces around me to see who had spoken.

"Why? Is she one of your lot?" Barbossa asked. I looked to see who his question was directed at. Jack's eyes met mine. The relief I felt made me go week at the knees. He was alive and now I had a chance. Jack's eyes were wide and the colour had left his cheeks.

"Yes. If you shoot her, you'll have to shoot me too and you know what the consequence of that will be," Jack said meaningfully. A flash of understanding passed between the two men. Clearly one that Barbossa was not happy with. He stared at me for a long time, finally he nodded.

"Her life will be spared until your usefulness has run its course," he snarled. I was pushed roughly to where Jack was standing.

"What are you doing here, love?" Jack muttered. "Why aren't you with William?"

"I stayed behind," I replied quietly as we were marched out of the cave. "When you were unconscious I stayed behind to wake you up. I argued with Will and he left without me."

"You idiot!" he snarled. There was a pause, and then he looked at me. "But thank you," he said softly. "I don't know anyone else who would do that for me."

I smiled. We emerged from the cave and were forced into the rowing boats. The Interceptor was sailing away from the island. I hoped Will and Elizabeth were safe. I hoped they were hoping the same for me.

The Black Pearl was even more terrifying up close. The sails were ragged and torn with huge gaping holes. The wood the sip was made up of was stained black. Someone had once told me that it was that colour because of the amount of blood that had been split on her or by the hands of her damned crew. Jack was looking around the ship with a mixture of fondness and despair. We were hauled up onto the deck and shoved straight into the brig. The floor was covered in water.

"Apparently there's a leak," Jack commented. The pirates ignored him and banged the door shut. It was locked and we were left alone.

"What do we do?" I turned to Jack in desperation.

"Don't worry, darlin'," he put an arm around my shoulders. "Something'll turn up and if it doesn't, I sort of have a plan."

"Well, 'sort of' is very comforting," I said sarcastically.

He smiled. "I know what I'm doing, love, I'm not exactly new to these situations. If bloody William had done what I told him, the two of us wouldn't be in this mess."

I sighed, "He did what he thought was right and so did I, it just so happened that we didn't agree on what it was."

"Do you regret it?" he asked.

"I don't know, it depends on how this all turns out."

"I'll get you home, love, don't worry."

"I'm not worried. Not yet." I smiled at him. As long as I wasn't fighting for survival alone I knew I stood a chance. He opened his mouth to reply, but a blast of cannon fire cut him short. He pushed me down onto the ground as splinters of wood flew everywhere.

"Stop blowing holes in my ship!" he shouted angrily at the hole that had been blown in the side of the brig. I scrambled to my feet as he peered through the hole.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Your friends are fighting back," he replied. Then he looked at the ground, he picked up a shiny, silver fork, "Your friends are fighting back with cutlery." His eye spotted something else, "Cutlery and Gibbs's flask." He picked it up and pocketed it. His eyes then fell on the door. He strode over to it and pushed. It had been broken by the blast and swung free. Jack grabbed my hand, "Come on."

He led my out of the jail and up onto the deck where a battle was raging. Crew from both sides were swinging to the other ship. In the chaos nobody noticed us. Well, apart fro the man who, when he fell off his rope into the sea had his it stolen by Jack. "Thanks, mate," said Jack cheerfully, "Hang on tight, Isabel."

I grabbed his waist and clung on as he swung over the foaming sea. The wooden deck left my feet and for a few blissful moments I was airborne. I felt the rail of the Interceptor crash into my feet. Jack pulled himself over before helping me.

"Isabel!" someone shouted. It was Elizabeth! I ran towards her, dodging in and out of people's way.

"Elizabeth!" I cried pulling her into a tight hug.

"Izzy, I am so, so sorry," she began to gabble, but I laughed it off.

"It's okay," I said. "I'm alright."

Jack had joined us. "Where is the medallion?" he asked abruptly. Elizabeth glared at him.

"Wretch!" she shouted. I didn't know what she had to be angry about. I was confused, but Jack didn't seem phased.

"Ah, where the William?" he asked. Elizabeth's face flooded with fear.

"Will," she whispered dashing off to find him. Jack spotted something.

"Monkey!" he shouted and started running after it. I saw that the monkey had the medallion and was running towards the Pearl. Before I could shout out to Jack to be careful or reach for my sword I had been grabbed from behind by a strong pair of hands. I had been captured… again.

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"She goes free!" a voice rang out across the deck. Will stood on the rail of the Pearl glaring at Barbossa. He was holding a gun.

"What's in your head boy? You've only got one shot and we can't die," Barbossa eyed Will with curiosity.

"Don't do anything stupid," I heard Jack pray quietly.

"You can't," Will shouted to Barbossa, not hearing Jack's words. Will turned the gun on himself, "but I can."

There was a confused silence. "Who are you?" Barbossa asked, bewildered. Jack sprang forward. "He's no one. He's the distant cousin of an aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though."

"My name is William Turner," Will cut across Jack's rambling. "My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins."

"He's the spitting image of old Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us!" one of Barbossa's crew exclaimed.

"On my word do as I say or I'll pull the trigger and be lost to Davy Jones's Locker," said Will. That was when it all fell into place. It finally hit me that Will was more mixed up in this than anyone wanted to be. Barbossa needed Will's blood to lift the curse and Will was sacrificing himself for us. I renounced everything bad I'd ever said about him. He was a remarkable person and I didn't want to loose him.

"Name your terms, Mr Turner," said Barbossa. As Will bartered for Elizabeth's freedom, my freedom and the safety of the crew, a tear rolled down my cheek. With a heavy heart I wished it didn't have to come to this. I bowed my head, unwilling to show my weakness. Someone gently took my hand in theirs. I glanced at them. It was Jack, he was looking straight a head, but he spoke very softly to me.

"It'll be alright, love," he promised and I knew it would be.

Hehe! The Island bit's one of my faveourites!

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