Chapter 31

*Isaac's POV*

Will and I pressed together so that our backs were against the other's. I would not say that Will and I had terrible odds. It was only two against three, both Will and I considered ourselves decent fighters so normally we could have probably taken the men down easily. But there was the fact that all three of the men we were against couldn't die. Yes, I couldn't die myself, for once I was thankful that I had been subjected to the curse, but Will unfortunately still could.

"Just a little different from our spars in the smithy?" I questioned Will, brandishing my sword towards the large bald pirate Will had hip checked.

"Only a little," Will commented. He pushed back Jacobe who had come charging at us. We half side stepped him half pushed him along with swords into the moon light. The man's skin melted away leaving the skeletal husk.

He growled at the two of us, "You want to take this one?" I asked Will. Will grunted in agreement, we swiveled in place so that Jacobe's attack was focused on Will. But before Jacobe could land a shot Will's fist shot out landing directly against Jacobe's jaw. The skeleton, his balance off, tumbled over to the side. Our attention briefly returned to the remaining pirates, keeping them at bay. But Jacobe would soon return.

We tried to remain focused at the main task at hand. But occasionally our attentions were drawn to my father's and Sparrow's own duel. The two were battling nearly equal in skill, their fight sending the each other across the room as though enthralled in an elaborate dance. Will and I tried as we could to keep our attention to our three pursuers, or at least not be distracted at the same time.

Over the clank and clatter of sword against sword I heard my father threaten, "You are off the edge of the map mate. Here there be monsters." Followed by the thump of something hard hitting something soft. I briefly looked over my shoulder, expecting Sparrow to be sprawled on the ground. But instead I caught him dashing away trying to gain an upper hand by changing the terrain. My father dashed after him. I whipped my attention back to my own fight.

Will and I were holding our own, but eventually Will would tire out. Knowing that I worked harder, but silently prayed that some sort of reinforcement showed up. I didn't hold up too much hope though…we needed a miracle.

*Heather's POV*

It had been a while since the Pearl's crew had left for the Isla de Muerta. My rag tag crew and I had been left in our cells, but we were not alone on the ship. Two members of the crew had been left to stand guard. We had not seen them in a while, they had checked on us a while ago but since then there had been no sign of them.

The night was eerily silent. Looking out the hole in the hull I saw that a thick fog bank had rolled in. Suddenly from just above us there was a metallic clank followed by a splash in the water. Who had fallen over board and why? This was followed by the sound of heavy footsteps and guttural growls pounding up the stairs. Must have been the patrol that had been left gone to investigate. Those sounds faded replaced by silence. But soon there was the sound of quick light footsteps coming down the stairs approaching the brig.

My crew placed their faces against the bars and craned their necks to see who was coming below. "Shh," I sounded. It could have just been our ears playing tricks on us.

To our surprise, charging down the stairs came Elizabeth. She was alive! My heart leapt in my chest. Her clothes had been changed since last we had seen her. It was clothing that one may have seen on one of the navy sailors, even the red coat. Had she brought help?

"Miss Elizabeth!" Joshamee quietly exclaimed.

"I've come to rescue you." She said confidently.

"Thank god!" I said, "Is the navy with you?" If we were going to get past the guard, we would need assistance.

"No…well...yes." answered Elizabeth.

"Well is it yes or no dear?" I questioned.

"No," Elizabeth decided, "I snuck off from aboard The Dauntless, my father was trying to assure me I had made the right decision in accepting Norrington's proposal."

"You accepted the proposal?" I commented.

"Yes," said Elizabeth, "It was the only way I could convince them to help Will…and Isaac of course."

"Hmm" I said. "Well how about you start by un-tying that rope." I motioned to the rope that kept our cell door closed.

"Of course." Said Elizabeth going for the knot. In a few moments we had been freed.

"Thank you," I stepped away from my crew a bit, pointing up to the deck above. "Right, so I think we pay the gentlemen upstairs a little visit."

My crew and Elizabeth nodded. Silently we sneaked up to the deck, both members of patrol were searching the deck. Neither of them had noticed that we all had emerged from below. I pointed to one of the hanging long boats and motioned to my crew that we should set it loose. The guards did not realize what was happening until it was too late. The row boat smashed into the pair of them, knocking them not only off the edge of the ship but breaking their skeletal forms into a few pieces.

We cheered in our small victory. Elizabeth charged forward, taking charge of the situation, a girl after my own heart. Perhaps more than just lady like refinement had rubbed off on Elizabeth after all these years, "All of you with me! Will and Isaac are in that cave and we must save them." She took hold of the rope we had untied to release the rowboat. She got ready to pull it to begin to get the rowboat ready for launch. "Ready. And Heave!" She pulled on the rope but seemed surprised that it didn't budge. Elizabeth turned towards us.

Oh, so she expected us to help. "Please, I need your help! Come on!" she pleaded.

I walked forward, going to help Elizabeth. My son was on that Isle and despite what I had told him I guessed he was going to do something incredibly stupid not even a second after that curse was lifted. I was the only one of my crew to step forward. Cotton's parrot squawked in response, "Any port in a storm."

"Cotton's right. We've got the Pearl." Clarified Joshamee.

"What about Jack?" questioned Elizabeth, "Are you just going to leave him?"

"You never mentioned that Sparrow was also on the Isle." I said. Unintentionally my pulse quickened. If the curse was going to be lifted and Sparrow had been let loose…Hector!

"Jack owes us a ship." stated Marty. Anamaria nodded in agreement to this.

"There's the Code to consider." Added Joshamee

I was about to reprimand my crew for their cowardice, but Elizabeth beat me to it, "The Code?" she questioned, by the tone in her voice she had had enough of it, "You're pirates. Hang the Code and hang the rules! They're more like guidelines anyway." I wonder where she heard that from?

"Joshamee?" I questioned. I looked to Joshamee, as to assure him that if he did this I would not consider it a mutiny by any means. However, I would appreciate some support in the manner.

"I'm sorry, Madame Captain but…"

"You must flee to fight another day," I said finishing his thought. "While I may not agree, I understand." Elizabeth looked at me as though I had lost my mind. "Well if you are not going to help us fight, at least help to lower us into the water."

My crew nodded to me, "Aye."

A/N: Anyone want to hear how much of an idiot I am?

Isaac: Not really no, but you are going to any way…

Well as of till now I have been writing this while watching the movie, meaning I have had to pause it and put on the subtitles to get all of what I wanted to put in….I think I may have saved some time off my process. I FINALLY thought to just look up the script to the movie online….and boy is it helping. It only took my about 5 years to realize I should do that but heh…I figured it out for later writing

I am writing the hanging scene folks…I can see the light at the tunnel! Uploading wise I may be about to trip at the finish….the sad stuff is unfortunately coming up (get your tissues, candy, sad music ready now). I am giving you all a few chapters notice!

My spring break begins later today so I should hopefully be able to complete this and meet my goal of at least having the writing of TCOTBP done by the 1-year anniversary!

I also had a nice revelation on what to add to the direct sequels (movies 2 &3) to this. Maybe as part of her grieving (and my grieving) process Heather could remember some parts of her younger days. If you all want to see this I can write it in. On that note what would you like to see/read.

Suggestions on what you would like to see in general in the sequels as always is appreciated and welcome! Till next time readers!