Keiraliz: Yeah, I've never been drunk either (and I don't ever want to be cause it does look painful!)

Valor: Thank you! :D

XX

"Do you have a ginger brother?" Jack asked me as I was helped aboard the Dauntless by two sailors and he was hauled up roughly by another two.

"No, why?" I replied.

"Because that man in is waving at you and it looks like he knows you."

I looked around. If he was ginger, there was really only one person it could be. "George!" I shouted when I finally located him. He walked over and gave me a hug.

"Isabel," he smiled. "I've been so worried about you!"

I heard Jack give a snort of laughter. We looked at him. "She can look after herself," he scowled at George before glancing at me. "Can't you, love?"

George scowled back, "Don't you talk to her! It's the gallows for you, pirate. Come on Isabel."

He tried to lead me away. "No!" I said.

"What?" George looked at me as Jack laughed at him.

"Jack's not going to the gallows," I said firmly. "He's going free."

George stared at me. "Isabel, I fear you have sun-stoke. This man is a pirate and he tried to kidnap you."

I stared at him. Why was he being so patronising? I knew what had happened better than he did. "No George," I said slowly so he didn't misunderstand, "this man is a pirate and he saved my life. Twice."

"That's right, I did," Jack looked pleased with himself. George glared at him.

"I'm going to fetch some irons," he muttered, "I'll be back soon."

He walked off. "I don't like him," said Jack when George had gone.

"He's lovely, really," I defended my friend. "He just sees the pirate thing as a bit of a barrier, that's all."

"A bit like your brother, then," said Jack. "Except ginger." He looked thoughtfully at me. "Do me a favour, love and keep your relationship with him as just friends. If you end up married to someone like him I'd have to shoot myself, or better still; him."

"Isabel, what do you think you are doing?" James tones cut my reply short.

"Oh dear, time to face my brother," I muttered. I turned. He was striding across the deck towards me.

"James," I smiled at him. He stopped in front of me.

"Isabel Victoria Norrington! Do you have any idea how much you've out me through?" he shouted. I didn't know what to say. I bit my lip. Then he scooped me up into a tight hug, "Or how much I've missed you."

"I'm sorry, James." I said, hugging him back.

"I am so angry with you, but so glad you're safe! Now we have you and Miss Swann we can get you home, at last." He snapped back to being Commodore Norrington and turned to his crew, "Set sail for Port Royale."

"But what about Will?" Elizabeth sprang out of conversation with her concerned father.

"Elizabeth, we have no time to go gallivanting after pirates," said Governor Swann sternly.

"Then we condemn him to death!" she said.

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

"To save me! To prevent anything from happening to me!" Elizabeth protested.

"If I may be so bold as to inject my professional opinion," Jack stepped forward. James glared at him, making it clear his opinion was not wanted. Jack gave him it anyway, "The Pearl was badly damaged after the battle, and it's unlikely she would be able to withstand another one. Think about it, the last real pirate threat in the Caribbean, mate. How can you pass that up?"

"By remembering I serve others, Mr. Sparrow, not just myself," James replied curtly. He began to turn away and walk up the stairs to the upper deck.

Elizabeth stepped forward. "Commodore, I beg you, please do this for me," she took a deep breath, "As a wedding gift."

James stopped and turned. The look on his face nearly broke my heart. In a last, desperate attempt to save Will, Elizabeth had promised James the one thing he'd always wanted and bound herself to an unhappy marriage.

"Elizabeth?" he father looked overjoyed. "Are you accepting the Commodore's proposal?"

Elizabeth answered her father, but kept her eyes on James, "I am."

"A wedding! I love weddings!" Jack exclaimed. "Drinks all round!" James glowered at him. Jack held put his hands, "I know, clap him in irons, right? Although, the imbecile who went of to get them seems to be taking a long time, incompetent fool.

"Mr. Sparrow," James ignored Jacks comments, "you will accompany these fine men to the helm and provide us with the bearing to Isla de Meurta. 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?

"Inescapably clear," Jack replied.