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Summary-What do you think would've happened if Liz had never kissed Jack, and the story went on, hm? NOT, I repeat NOT J/E! It is W/E MY HOMIES! Enjoy, me lovlies!. R&R, please!

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And now, ONTO CHAPTER 3! YIPPEE!

"I still don't feel right about this Jack..." Will said still apprehensive about their plan, or rather Jack's plan.

"Of course you don't! But that doesn't make it bad plan now does it? Cm'on when have you ever had reason to doubt me?"

"Are you kidding me? Hmm... let me see..." Will started, but was soon cut off by an aggravated Jack.

"ALRIGHT! We get it, Will! But you just need to trust me on this, alright?"

"Alright..." Will said defeated, knowing that he would have to listen to his rather unorthodox captain's orders if he wanted to get Elizabeth back.

"Well now that we have that issue straightened out...we have to get down to business. Before we can carry out my wonderful plan..." adding emphasis to the word wonderful, "We must pick up supplies, get more rum, and of course get a new ship! So we are going to make a couple pit-stops first, including a little visit to Tia Dalma and of course, lovely ol' Tortuga!"

"Oh no, Jack, NO! We are NOT going to take that much time. to get to Elizabeth. Who knows what she's doing right now! She's everything to me Jack! I don't know what I'd do if I lost her."

"Would you stop yelling, you're giving me a headache! First of all Whelp, Elizabeth's strong. She can take care of herself, and you know it! Second of all, she knows that you love her, and I'm sure she knows that you're going to come for her. And thirdly, we are going to be moving very swiftly, we need those things before we confront Jones, so you just need to CALM DOWN!"

"OKAY, okay! I know I'm a little wound up! I just need to know that she's safe, you know?"

"Not really... I've never really been a one woman man. Maybe someday, but right now I think I'll stick with those beautiful Tortugan wenches."

"Whatever you say Jack, whatever you say..."

The next morning on the Flying Dutchman...

The first thing that Elizabeth heard as she awoke from her sleep was the sound of Davy Jones barking commands to his crew. "MOVE! HOIST THE MAIN SAIL BEFORE I KEELHAUL YOU LOT!"

'Well, now I know what's in store for me...' she thought to herself. 'Well, at least I have one person on this god-forsaken ship on my side.'

So with that, she sat up and took a long-awaited look at her surroundings. It could have been a very nice room, if it weren't for the moss and mildew covering the walls and floors.

But she also noticed that there was a mirror hanging on the wall opposite to her, and she walked up to it and tried to straighten her hair as much as she could before heading up on deck.

She had hoped that this day would turn out to be sunny, maybe to brighten her hope of escaping whatever she had gotten her self into. But to her dismay, the first thing she noticed upon walking onto the deck of the Flying Dutchman, was a foggy and dreary sky above her head.

But the second thing she noticed, was the group of men(or monsters, it seemed) pulling their weight doing various chores. Then she noticed that the man swabbing the deck was the man that she had talked with the previous night, and she decided to go and chat. But he had already seen her and was waving her over.

"Hello lass, did you have a good sleep?" Bill asked.

"Yes actually, I did. You?"

"Well, we don't exactly sleep, lass..."

"What do you mean?" She asked, wondering how that was possible.

"Well, if you haven't noticed, we're not your regular sea-men...maybe I shouldn't be telling you this here..."

"Telling me what?"

"My you are an inquisitive one!" He commented good-naturedly. "Well, for starters, have you ever heard of the Flying Dutchman?" He asked.

"I vaguely remember something of that nature, yes. Why?"

"Well that's where you are now... We've each sold our souls so we wouldn't have to face death. But now, we've been damned to the depths, serving Davy Jones. I'm going to help you escape this, I promise..." He finished in a low tone so no one would hear.

"Thank you... now, what am I going to be doing while I'm here?"

"You know, you don't seem very enthusiastic about escaping..."

"Well, I don't know where I'd go. I just wish I remembered something about my past, something to tell me where I come from, what I could go back to."

"Of course...well why don't you help me out here, until Davy Jones finds something to occupy your time? Oh, and I almost forgot! I'm going to need you to drink this tonic..." with that he lifted and bottle off of the floor, where it sat, and handed it to her. "It'll help you breathe when we submerge..."

"SUBMERGE?!"

"Quiet down lass! Yes, we do submerge, and you're going to need to breathe then..."

"Alright, I'll drink it..." So with that she took the bottle out of his hands and drank it down.

"Yuck! What is this made of?"

"You don't wanna know..."

"I should've guessed that... but, I'm sorry, I don't think I got your name..."

"Oh, it's Bill, Bill Turner. But you can call me Bootstrap...that's what all my friends call me."

"Alright, I think we're going to be good friends Bootstrap."

"I think we will too..."

Her outlook may have looked downright perky to the untrained eye, but deep down she was more frightened than she thought was humanly possible. So with that, she began swabbing the deck, trying to ignore that whistles and catcalls coming her way.

TO BE CONTINUED...

I've had terrible writers-block lately, so excuse me if this chapter sucked. The next one will be better!:)

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