Three masts and at least fifty guns. The Revenge is just as big as Will remembers it being, and it appears to be making Jack (and everyone else on the Black Pearl) a bit nervous.

"The Dutchman wasn't too far be'ind us. I hope Captain Swann decides to grace us with her presence again, 'cause if not…" Jack trails off as he stares ahead at the very large ship they are about to attack.

"Elizabeth has her goddess now." Will replies, much more calm, his tone almost mocking as he talks about Elizabeth. "She is the sea. If there's a battle going on I'm willing to bet she'll be here."

"Let's hope your right, mate. Ready on the guns!" Jack bellows, and Will echoes the command as he makes his way down from the helm, ready to cross over to the other ship.

The Black Pearl is getting closer now and Emily is bouncing on her toes she is so happy to see the familiar black sails, accompanied this time by the black flag with its skull and cross bones now proudly being flown.

The officers scrambling to get ready on the deck in front of her don't look very frightened, and why should they? They've heard stories, but haven't actually seen what the Pearl can do.

They certainly won't be so confident when her mother comes. It appears she'll have to wait a bit longer for that, though.

The Black Pearl eases up alongside the Revenge and both crews are poised to start shooting.

The Revenges captain, being the good Royal Navy man that he is, is not about to play games with a pirate ship that is obviously looking for a fight. He knows what they've come for, and doesn't like having to keep little Emily away from the only family she's got.

He is under strict orders though, and has no love for pirates, though he can sympathize with their young ones since he has one of his own.

He waits until the Black Pearl is perfectly positioned.

"Fire!" He bellows without further ado and the command is echoed by his other men, followed promptly by the ear splitting sound of cannon fire.

The officers have started firing at the other ship and Emily knows she should probably get away from the window now, but she stays put anyways.

She can feel it when the Pearl's cannons start firing. She smiles to spite how frightening it all is.

Will waists no time in finding a rope and swinging over to the other ship; several others follow his lead. The British officers are a force to be reckoned with, but nothing he can't handle, and getting past them is not what he's worried about.

What he is worried about is just how he's going to figure out where Emily's being kept.

The officers don't seem to be at their best, and he almost feels guilty when he is forced to run them through. Almost.

"Papa?"

He hears the high pitched little voice quite clearly above the sounds of cannon fire and clashing swords. Emily.

"Papa!"

She cries out again and he turns towards where he heard it. He spots her almost immediately; she is peeking out from a small barred window just above the deck.

He manages to avoid the other officers on his way over to her. She looks terrified and excited and happy all at once.

"Emily! You're not hurt are you?"

"No, papa, I'm ok!"

He looks up and around, trying to find the enterance that will lead him below decks and to her.

"It's that way!" She points to his left. He nods and leans in, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"I'll come get you out!"

Jack is really wishing Will would just grab the lass and get out. The officers on the Revenge already seem weary and are easy to fight one on one, but they out gun the Pearl by far.

They'll never win this battle on their own. What they need is Captain Swann, but the woman and her ship is still no where in sight.

A bullet goes flying through his hat and the hat goes flying off. He draws his sword, ready to fight the officer coming towards him with a pistol drawn…

… and is promptly thrown off his feet as a cannon blasts through the side of the ship, nearly hitting him also.

Where oh where is Elizabeth?

Will finally finds Emily in the brig and a surge of anger courses through him when he sees the state she is in. She doesn't appear to be hurt, but her clothes are tattered, her skin is pale, and she is too thin.

How cruel to treat a child in such a way.

He grabs the keys on the wall and goes to open her cell, sloshing through a few inches of water the whole time.

"Papa, wait, behind you!" Emily exclaims and Will spins around, his free hand already on his sword.

A large officer is coming towards him with a sword already drawn.

"Ah, so you're the little witches father." He glances at Emily. "Yes, I can definitely see the resemblance. I'm sorry," he points with his sword at the keys in Will's hand, "but I can't let you do that."

"I wasn't expecting you boys to let me do anything." Will brandishes his own sword, clasping the keys more tightly in his hand.

Emily is very frightened now. The officer is bigger than her father and looks meaner, too.

"Papa!" She exclaims.

The big officer goes at her father, his sword a blur to her eyes, his movements quick and precise.

She is shocked when her papa blocks him easily. He looks almost amused as he fights back.

"Papa?" She exclaims yet again, only this time she sounds more shocked then frightened.

Will barely hears his daughter's shouts as he fights the officer off, backing him into a wall.

Or, not a wall. There is a cell door wide open, resting against the wall. The officer side steps so he is no longer in front of it, then pushes it forward with all his might. It hits Will, of course, and he stumbles backwards. The officer then thrusts forward with his sword; it goes straight into Will's arm, but not the one he's fighting with.

Will looks shocked at first, clutching his now bleeding arm, but then he just looks angry. He goes at the officer again and twists his sword around in a move only he and Elizabeth know. The office'rs sword is easily thrown from his hands. Will then brings his leg up and kicks the officer in his stomach, sending him splashing to the watery floor below them.

The officers could easily pick his sword up now, but Will draws his pistol and aims it at him long before he can. The officer stares up at him in shock.

"Y-you…that's cheating!"

Will can't help but smirk as he remembers the first time he ever fought a pirate, back in Port Royal when he was still just a blacksmith.

"Pirate." He replies, cocking the pistol.

He misses the look of awe on Emily's face as she watches it all happening.

She's the captain. She knows that in reality she should be staying with her ship. But knowing that Emily is on the other ship she just can't bring herself to stick to what she should be doing.

The Flying Dutchman comes up through the water right next to the Revenge. All the men on both the Revenge and the Black Pearl stop to stare for a moment at the new comers.

Elizabeth orders her cannons not to be fired until she knows Emily is safe. Bill gives her a reluctant 'Aye, Cap'n' in response. She closes her eyes and wills herself over to the other ship and when she opens her eyes again she is staring into the terrified faces of several very superstitious sailors.

"Hello, boys." She smiles. Only one is brave enough to move, drawing his sword. She takes out her pistol and fires without warning, hitting him straight in the head.

None of the others move, too frightened to do anything. Her smile widens. They've heard stories, then. The Royal Pride had done its job all too well.

She pushes past them, drawing her sword just in case, and heads below decks.

Will doesn't shoot at first, remembering Emily and glancing up at her.

He's not sure she needs to see this. He keeps the pistol trained on the officer but walks past him and over to Emily's cell.

"Come along Emily," he says as he unlocks the cell door, "lets get you out of here."

Emily stays put, eyes still trained on the officer.

"He hurt me."

"What?"

"He hurt me. And called me a witch. And he's the reason they took away my only friend here."

She glances at the pistol, then looks up at her father, and he is startled by the look in her eyes. Does she want Will to shoot him? He looks back down to the officer.

"Sh-she's eight years old." The officer snorts. "Sh-she's making it up or something, I don't know."

Emily walks past her papa and over to the officer, who is still sitting on the floor, unwilling to move with Will's pistol still trained on him.

She slaps his face hard with her little hand. She knows it probably didn't hurt him as bad as his hits had hurt her, but it felt good all the same.

She turns back to her papa, who looks angry again.

"Doesn't look like she's making it up to me. Turn around, Emily." He says. She does as she's told, burying her face in her papas shirt, and the gunshot rings out through the hallways surrounding them.

Elizabeth hears the gunshot and takes off running in the direction from which she thought it came. It isn't long before she reaches the brig, where Emily and Will are just finally making there way out.

"Mother!" Emily smiles.

"What happened?" She asks, looking down at Emily.

"Don't worry, the shot was mine." Will gestured towards the officer laying dead behind them. "We need to get out of here, now. Shouldn't you be on the Dutchman?" Will asks as he scoops Emily up into his arms and begins running alongside Elizabeth.

"So sorry, I didn't exactly trust you to get her back on your own."

"Oh, and just why is that?"

"Well considering the state you were in the last time I saw you..."

"That was weeks ago!"

"Yes, and…!"

"Hey!" Emily shouts and they both stop running, looking at her. "Stop fighting! There's somebody else we have to help!"

"Emily, we don't have time for…"

"This way, I think. Please Papa!" She says, cutting Elizabeth off.

"Alright, alright." Will puts her down. "Lead the way."

She does, and sure enough they can easily hear someone banging and yelling from inside one of the many rooms.

"Mr. Turnbuckle, is that you?" Emily asks as she runs up to the door.

There is a short pause.

"E-Emily?" The person behind the door asks.

"Yes! The door is locked."

"Emily, we really don't have time for this!" Elizabeth says, hearing foot steps heading their way. She draws her sword.

"He was the only one who was nice to me and they're going to hurt him for it! I won't leave him when he could come with us!"

"Move out of the way." Will says, speaking as much to Emily as he is to the man on the other side of the door. He waits a brief moment, then brings his pistol up and fires at the lock on the door.

The door is thrown open seconds later and a tall, dark haired man steps out. Emily smiles upon seeing her nice officer.

"Thanks." He says, eyeing Will warily.

"Can he come with us?" Emily asks.

Will looks just as wary of the tall clean cut Turnbuckle as the officer is of him.

"I suppose if he wants to." He says after a moment.

Another officer comes around the corner and makes his way down the hallway. Elizabeth huffs in annoyance.

"I hope we can go the other way and get out of here."

Will draws his sword behind her.

"Jimmy Turnbuckle, or should I say Turn-coat. I knew you'd throw in your lot with them." The officer mocks.

Jimmy says nothing but pushes Emily behind him as Will and Elizabeth get ready to fight the other officer.

The officer is still a ways down the hall way, but that is apparently not going to stop him. He takes out a knife and throws it expertly.

Elizabeth jumps in front of Will, reacting on instinct, and the knife embeds itself straight in her chest.

"Elizabeth!" Will gasps. The officer smirks. Emily peers around Jimmy and lets out a little scream.

Elizabeth barely even flinches.

"Is this some kind of joke?" She pulls the knife out and throws it just as expertly. The officer in front of her freezes in his tracks, now only a few feet ahead of her. She throws the knife at him just as expertly and it hits him in the head.

He falls to the floor, dead of course.

She turns to see everyone else is staring at her.

"What? I'm already dead, remember? Come on, let's get out of here already!"

"Fire!" Elizabeth says as soon as she makes it back onto the Dutchman. The Revenge has been winning against the Pearl, but stands little chance of winning this battle now that it's being fired on from both sides.

The Pearl stops firing eventually. After all, they only wanted Emily back.

Elizabeth has other plans, however. She orders her crew to keep firing. The other ship somehow manages to get ahead of them.

"They're getting away, Cap'n, I think we've lost them. It's doubtful they'll make it back, but we'll just have to wait and see." Bill says.

Elizabeth smirks.

"Oh, really? Because I've been waiting for a chance to use the triple guns."

And that is the end of the Revenge…

I hope that was as good as it was promised to be. I've never been very good with fight scenes.

It may be a while before I put up another chapter; I've been on spring break and school starts back up tomorrow.

Thanks for the reviews, as always.