It's been a while once again since I last updated but now I am back with a new chapter! I put a scene in this chapter that seemed to fit the story so I hope you all get something out of it!

I miss writing Abby and Sarah even though I have been distracted by other fandoms and by life right now. It's terrible...

ANYWAY, I hope you enjoy this chapter and wait for more to come! I will finish this no matter what!

And I'm going to give a big thanks to my wonderful beta/editor Hatsunation! You remind me to keep on writing whenever you come to mind! And why am I using so many exclamation points? Who knows!

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Pirates of the Caribbean. I only own Abigail Unger and Sarah Williams.

Chapter 7

The World is Still The Same

Abby gasped for air as the water poured off the sides of the ship. A couple of fish somehow ended up aboard, flopping on the deck. Rolling onto her back, Abby took deep breaths, grateful for the air.

"Blessed sweet westerlies!" Gibbs gasped. "We're back!"

Off in the distance, the sun was starting to peek up, casting oranges and reds into the sky.

Elizabeth squinted. "It's the sunrise."

"I liked the waterfall better," Sarah muttered from afar, brushing her fingers through her hair, trying to get the knots out.

They watched the sun rise for a little longer. It was peaceful. Sarah could feel the sun's heat on her skin and she closed her eyes, enjoying the blissful moment.

Now she was safely to the land of the living. Standing on the Black Pearl with Abby, Jack, and the crew, Sarah felt complete and felt that things would get better. They would fight off the East India Trading Company in all one heroic montage and live happily ever after.

The moment and the wonderful idea was ruined when a gun was cocked behind her head.

Sarah spun around to see Barbossa pointing a pistol at Jack with a dark look. Instantly, she pulled her own pistol out and pointed it at Barbossa's head, unsure of what was happening. She looked around and saw Will, Gibbs, and Elizabeth doing the same. Sarah rose her eyebrow at Abby. Abby only responded with a shrug.

Sarah couldn't find any words to say as they all stood in a circle, pistols pointed at each other. When Barbossa started to laugh, it only made her more confused. Yet she followed along. Her laugh started out shaky, watching everyone's reactions wondering whether they too didn't know what was going on, but no one shown the slightest confusion.

Sarah continued to laugh until it faded away and guns were pointed back up. The smiles were back into tight frowns with narrowed eyes.

"All right then," Barbossa announced, cracking down on business. "The Brethren Court is a-gathering at Shipreck Cove, And, Jack, you and I are a-going. There'll be no arguing at that point."

"I is arguing the point," Jack responded.

Sarah cringed at his grammar. "Can you rephrase that, Jack?"

"Cut your comments, Sarah, there is no time for that!" Barbossa snapped at her, pointing one of the pistols in his hands at her.

Widening her eyes, she pointed the gun up towards his head. "Rude."

Jack cleared his throat. "If there's pirates a-gathering, I'm pointing my ship the other way."

Elizabeth pointed both of her pistols at Jack. "The pirates are gathering to fight Beckett, and you're a pirate."

"Fight or not, you're not running, Jack."

Abby was the only one who didn't point her pistol at Jack but she agreed. "You have been running away for too long. It's time you take some responsibility."

"We all have the same goal here," Sarah added.

"If we don't stand together, they'll hunt us down one by one, till there be none left but you," Barbossa said, jabbing his pistol at Jack.

"Quite like the sound of that," Jack noted. "Captain Jack Sparrow, the last pirate."

Abby thought about it. The name did have a nice ring to it, but noticing the eye roll from Sarah it must have actually sounded ridiculous. But those two did have an interesting relationship.

Barbossa stepped forward. Gibbs followed behind, but Barbossa's arm wrapped around his torso and kept his pistol on him. "Aye, and you'll be fighting Jones alone. How does that figure into your plan?"

"It doesn't," Sarah said at the exact moment as Jack answered with "I'm still working on that."

Sarah felt really temped to pull the trigger at that moment.

Jack stared Barbossa down. "But I will not be going back to the Locker, mate. Count on that." His finger wrapped around the trigger and pulled it back, but the only thing that came from the gun was a small click.

In reaction to Jack's gun, Sarah pulled the trigger. She thought she had imagined the click but when she fired the gun that was pointing at Gibbs. It clicked also. She kept pulling the trigger and shaking the gun but nothing else happened.

"Wet powder," Gibbs exclaimed checking his pistols.

Sarah threw the pistols onto the ground and groaned. Her hair stuck to the side of her face and she peeled it off and threw it behind her shoulder. "Hey, Abby, can I see your knife?"

Abby had put her pistols back in her holsters and pulled her knife from her belt and tossed it to Sarah. "Don't hurt yourself."

Sarah caught it and held it to her hair. She paused, afraid that she would cut it uneven. "Will you do it for me?"

Abby sat up and nodded. "Sure, but you're going to have to come over here." Sarah walked over gave her the blade. Abby sat down and pulled Sarah along with her. The crew maneuvered around them as they went back to their usual stations.

Cutting from the right side of Sarah's hair, Abby had a little more difficulty making it even since Sarah's hair is much thicker than her own.

Sarah could feel the weight lift off of her head as her locks fell onto the small space between her and Abby. Once Abby was finished, Sarah turned around and gathered her sliced off hair. "Thanks."

"No problem. It was about time you finally decided to take it all off. Does it feel nice?"

Sarah shrugged as she stood up. "A little. Thanks."

"No problem."

Sarah scooped up her severed hair and tossed it overboard. The blonde locks fell scattered into the deep blue water, spreading on the surface. With a nod of approval, Sarah met back up with the others.

Will laid down the charts on a small table and pointed to an area within the second circle. "There's fresh water on this island. We can re-supply there and get back to shooting each other later."

Sarah could not figure out how someone could figure out a map that was circles within circles on thin square flexible wood that had detailed drawings and fancy handwriting.

However, she played along and nodded her head.

Jack thought otherwise. "You lead the shore party. I'll stay with my ship."

Barbossa looked up from the charts at Jack. "I'll not be leaving my ship in your command."

Sarah looked between the two with annoyance. "When are you two going to get over this? You act like an old married couple."

It seemed that Will had felt the same. "Why don't you both go ashore and leave the ship in my command." The two captains looked at him. "Temporarily," he added.

Sarah nodded leaning down closer to the maps acting like she was observing it. "I'll be in second command. Just in case."

"I'm capable of having a ship in my command," he told Sarah.

She crossed her arms. "You never know." Sarah stood back up straight to the others. "Now, shall you all get those supplies?"

The longboats that had miraculously survived Davy Jones' Locker and the change from between the land of the dead and to the living were prepared to be lowered and a handle of the crew went. A group of Tai Huang's men, Marty, Pintel, Ragetti, Barbossa, Jack, Abby, and Cotton, piled into them.

Once on shore, Abby couldn't take her eyes off of what was on the sand. The smell was terrible as its rotting flesh baked in the sunlight and she had to pull the neck of her shirt over her nose.

What was once the Kraken laid on the beach, it's dead giant glossy eyes staring at them all as they piled out of the boats. For a split second Abby was afraid it would attack them.

Her eyes drunk in the enormity of the beast. However, it did look smaller from what she remembered when it had attacked the merchant ship and the Black Pearl all those months ago.

"Criminy…" Pintel breathed also taking in the sight of the Kraken. He and Ragetti raced up to it following the two captains who were ahead of the group.

Abby was meaning to follow, but she couldn't help but stare. Flocks of seagulls swarmed around the body, picking off pieces of its rotting skin. The men shuffled passed her, carrying crates and other supplies to where the captains went. After a few moments, she followed into step with them.

"So, Will," Sarah began once they could see the longboats reach land. "How does it feel to be in command of a ship….temporarily?"

Will, taken by surprise of her outburst, shrugged. "It doesn't feel like much at the moment."

As he answered, Sarah picked at her nails. "Now that we got through that, care to enlighten me with your troubles. I'm bored."

"There's not much to say. You know of my plans of getting this ship to rescue my father."

"But things are rocky relationship wise isn't it?" Sarah said.

Will pushed pass her toward the charts. "That is none of your business."

"Ah, but it is." She swung her leg out to spin her around and followed. "Because it affects two friends of mine. The first is Abby and the second is Elizabeth. You know, you really need to get things straightforward. I see the way you look at Abby yet you give the same look at Elizabeth but with a hint of guilt."

"What are you trying to say, Sarah?" Will asked.

"I'm saying you need to put your big girl panties on and sort things out amongst them. Elizabeth already feels terrible enough with her father now dead. And Abby seems like a confused lost puppy when it comes to this stuff."

"And how do you know all of this so well?"

"I'm very observant, dear William."

Will scoffed. "You are starting to sound like Jack."

Sarah paused, unsure how to take the comment. "I'm going to take that as a compliment. Now as a piece of advice I would act soon and make sure you truly believe it is the right choice, okay? We don't need any more drama while this whole war thing between us and the poshy flapjacks is happening."

"By the way," Will said changing the subject, "What did ever happen to Anamaria?"

It was the first time in forever someone brought her up. Sarah swallowed wishing he hadn't said it. The memories were terrible. "She died. Um, we hit a hurricane months before you and Abby came around and well….um…Jack decided to go to some random island of course. They guys there didn't like our company very much and a fight broke out. A few people had died Anamaria included." There was much more she could add. She could have said the gruesome things the people did to their crew before she finally got Jack thinking straight to make a bargain with them. Guilt had been stored inside her so long that is crashed into her at that very moment.

Will didn't say anything but nodded in understanding. His thumb ran over the rough edges of the chart with his forehead creased.

Sarah couldn't think of anything else to say to break the growing and uncomfortable silence.

A crew member ran up to them, pointing out to the waters in the opposite direction of the island. He was short and held himself uneasy as he looking back at the island, Will and Sarah, and where he was pointing. "Uh…sir. We have company."

Sarah followed the direction of where the man was pointing and saw two ships heading their way with their flags hoisted up high enough for them to see. "Oh shit."

"You stupid fish!" Pintel exclaimed, poking the Kraken with a stick he found nearby.

"Actually, it's a cephalopod," Ragetti corrected, climbing onto one of the beast's tentacles.

Abby titled her head to the side. "And how exactly do you know that?"

Pintel nodded. "Yeah, how do you know that?"

"You pick some new information up along the way," Ragetti shrugged.

"Interesting…" Abby murmured. She saw the Kraken's huge eye staring blankly at her and a chill ran up her spine. She hoped this trip would be quick so she could get off the island and get as far away from the cephalopod as possible.

"Still thinking of running, Jack?" Barbossa asked. Jack was close to the eye, not being able to move away. "Think you can outrun the world?"

Abby listened in on Barbossa's words, trying to get her mind off of the paralyzing fear.

"You know, the problem with being the last of anything…by and by, there be none left at all."

"Sometimes things come back, mate." Jack responded. "We're living proof, you and me."

"Aye, but that's a gamble of long odds, ain't it?"

"And it's from the work of other people," Abby said.

Barbossa gave a short nod in her direction. "And there's never a guarantee of coming back. But passing on, that's dead certain."

"Summoning the Brethren Court then, is it?"

Abby sauntered towards the captains. "Yes."

"It's our only hope, lad."

It amazed Abby how calm and relaxed the men's conversation was. She guessed it was due to the Kraken being in front of them, putting everything into perspective in a daunting way. The beach did remind Abby the dangers of the world and how dark it really can be and not some silly daydream. Thinking about the upcoming challenges made Abby want to curl up into a ball in the sand and stay there forever. But her body remained frozen.

"The world use to be a bigger place," Barbossa continued.

Jack shook his head. "The world's still the same. There's just…less in it."

With that, he made way towards the trees. The group followed, going along the path they mapped out to the fresh water. The air became thick and humid just only a couple meters in. Abby could already feel her hair frizz up.

Once they made it to the spot, Abby froze in her tracks. In the small river of water, a body floated face down with something sticking out the top of its head.

Instantly, Abby recognized the body. She spotted him back in Singapore. A small gasp escaped her as Pintel jumped in the shallow water and lifted up the man's head. The weapon that Sao Feng threatened to kill Will with back in his bath house was sticking into the man's head with the end speared through the top of his head. "Eh, I know him! He was in Singapore!"

Barbossa dipped his finger into the water and pulled it back out tasting it. He spat it out. "Poisoned. Fouled by the body."

"I think I'm going to throw up," Abby grimaced.

Jack stepped copied her expression. "It would be best if you did that while we are here. We wouldn't want the smell to linger on the Pearl."

Yeah, Abby thought. He wouldn't want any more terrible smells on that ship.

"Singapore!" Cotton's parrot squawked.

"Captain!"

Abby turned around to see Ragetti waving his arms on the beach.

"Oi!" Ragetti shouted. He pointed where the Black Pearl was anchored. "We've got company!"

Abby suppressed a gasp. On either side of the Pearl were two ships.

Pistols were cocked and pointed towards the captains who were both raising their arms up in surrender.

"He's the captain," Jack said, pointing at Barbossa.

"So now you don't want to be captain," Abby commented, her head turned to meet his eyes. "You really are a coward.