"You can help ye know." Angel said as she attempted to fix the dingy they were in.

"Well, the boat's not needing to be fixed any longer, love. We're almost there." Jack spoke from the topsail of the boat. He jumped down, and picked up a bucket, helping Angel anyway. Angel looked up from the current problem and frowned.

"Jack, look." Angel pointed.

The two saw three skeletons that were hanging from nooses. Next to them was a sign that read 'Pirates Ye Be Warned'. Jack and Angel took off their hats and held them over their hearts in respect for the fallen. After a moment they put their hats back on and went on with their buissiness. As the dinghy and held a hand out for Angel. She took his hand.

The harbormaster came by and saw the mast sticking out of the water. A shocked expression on his face. The little dark boy held onto the other man's breeches, watching what was happening.

"Hey, hold up there you!" The harbormaster called. Jack and Angel turned, cool, calm, and collected. "It's a shilling to tie a boat to the dock. And I shall need to know your names."

"What say to three shillings and we forget the names?" Jack set three shillings down on the harbormaster's journal. He waited for a moment, and the boy next to him widened his eyes.

"Welcome to Port Royal, Mr and Mrs. Smith." He smiled. Jack clapped his hands togethor and bowed, and Angel gave a small curtsy. As they left the harbor they passed the harbormaster's desk. Angel snatched the coin purse that was on the desk, handing it to Jack. The pirate grinned and shook the bag to hear the jingling of coins. In the distance, the two saw a large, lovely, speedy looking ship. They looked at each other and grinned like hungry wolves.

They walked to the dock where the ship they spotted was. Jack hid behind a raised dock. Ange raised a brow, wondering what he was doing. He glanced at her with his brown eyes and then shot a look at the two red coats standing gaurd at the gangplank of the ship. She rolled her eyes again. Obviously the gaurds hadn't seen them if they hadn't said anything.

"Oi, Murtogg, I'm thirsty." The chunky one whined, looking at his boots.

"Me, too." The skinny one Murtogg nodded in agreement. "How come we ain't invited to the party, Mullroy?" Mullroy shrugged.

"The Interceptor needs protection."

Jack led Angel to the dock, innocently walking to the dock. Angel held her hands behind her back and Jack tried his best to look like a normal commoner. The two gaurds rushed to block the two from boarding the ship.

"This dock is off limits to civilians." Murtogg stated. Angel scrambled around, trying to figure something to say.

"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know. If we see one, we shall alert you imediately." Jack took another step to get to the ship, but the two gaurds blocked him.

"Apparently, there's some sort of high toned and fancy to up at the fort, eh?"

"How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen such as yourselves did not merit an invitation?" Angel pouted mockingly.

"Someone has to make sure this dock is off limits to civilians." Murtogg frowned. He really wanted to go to the celebration, but got stuck here.

"It's a fine goal, to be sure. But it seems to me that a ship like that," Jack pointed to another ship in the distance. The redcoats looked at the ship Jack mentioned. Angel enjoyed watching Jack talk their way out of trouble. "Makes this one superflous, really."

"Oh, the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough. But there's no ship as can match the Interceptor of speed." Murtogg gloated.

"I've heard of one," Angel piped up. Jack peered at her, a twisted grin on his face; he loved seeing her play along. "Supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable...The Black Pearl."

"Well, there is no real ship that can match the Interceptor." Mullroy rolled his eyes.

"The Black Pearl is a real ship." Murtogg turned to his colleague. The pirates exchange glances. They seemed to share a conversation in one look. As the gaurds continued to argue wether the Black Pearl is a real ship or not existed, Angel and Jack sneaked onto the Dauntless. Jack headed for the helm and Angel laid out on a couple of kegs that had been lined up.

"Hey! You! Get away from there!" Murtogg orederd, as he and Mullroy ran to where Jack and Angel were. Sighing to herself, Angel sat up.

"You don't have permission to be there, mate." Mullroy agreed.

"I'm sorry, it was just a pretty boat-" Jack explained.

Angel interuppted him. "Ship."

"What's your name?" Murtogg narrowed his eyes.

"Smith. Or Smithy, if you like." Jack grinned.

"Mrs. Smith to you." Angel, too, narrowed her eyes.

"What's your real purpose in Port Royal Mr and Mrs. Smith?" Mullroy growled.

"Yes and no lies." Murtogg kept his bayonette trained on Angel.

"Well then, I confess, it is our intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, and plunder and otherwise pilfer his weasley black guts out." Jack said.

"I said no lies..."

"I think he's telling the truth."

Angel smiled to herself and laid back onto the barrel of powder. The ship bean to lull her to sleep; the gentle rocking of the water comforted her. She had been raised on it and learned everything she knew on it. The gaurds and Jack sat on some barrels they had found. Jack was telling his infamous life story which Angel heard a hundred times. As Jack talked about the natives who had adopted him as their own, there was great shouting from the cliff near the ship. Angel sat up looking at the cliff.

"And then they made me their cheif-" There was a great splash of a body crashing into the sea. Jack was interuppted and all four of them jumped up.

"Will you be saving her then?" Angel asked, looking at the men.

"I can't swim." Mullroy whined and Murtogg stared at Jack blankly. She turned to the other one he shook his head 'no'.

"Pride of the King's Navy you are...do not lose these." Jack scoffed and began to take off his effects. The three men were caught off gaurd as Angel jumped into the water. With a roll of his eyes, Jack jumped after her. The one thing he hated abbout Angel Steel was that she was always trying to play hero. He swam out to meet Angel and the unconious blonde. It was clear Angel was struggling. Pushing her away, Jack ripped open, and pulled the heavy dress. Angel swam ahead dock where Murtogg and Mullroy helped her. Jack towed off the half drowned woman to the dock where the gaurds took off making sure Angel was ok.

"She's not breathing!" Murtogg complained.

"Move" Angel commanded, retrieving her dagger out and cutting off the corset. The woman began to cough up water, her breathing now unrestricted from the corset.

"Wouldn't have thought of that."

"Apparentley you never been to Singapore." Jack said, kneeling on the nect to Angel. The glint off gold caught Jack and Angel's eye. He picked the medallion. The two shared a glance and returned to the gold.

There was a sudden stampeding of feet as three fancily dressed men and a whole group of redcoats swarmed onto dock.

"On your feet!" A man in the blue coat rose slowly, hands in the air defensively. The blonde scrambeled up and clutched onto the portly and most important looking man. "Elizabeth, are you alright?" He asked her, putting his jacket on his shoulders.

"Yes, yes I'm fine." Elizabeth answered. The large man saw Murtogg holding her corset, and gave him a glare. Murtogg dropped the restricting cloth and pointed at Jack and Angel.

"Shoot them." He ordered.

"Father! Commodore, do you really intend on killing my rescuers?" Elizabeth spoke. Norrington turned to Elizabeth begging to let him kill the people violated her. Elizabeth pleaded with her eyes.

"I believe thanks are in order." Norrington said, holding his hand out for one of the pirates to shake. Angel looked at Jack who simply shrugged. She took the Commmodore's hand, truly believing he ment to shake. When theur hands clasped togethor, the Commodore pulled closer, pulling her sleeve up. "Had a brush with the East India Trading Company, did we pirates?" Norrington said, handing Angel off to a man with irons after seeing the P brand a tattoo of an angel with light behind her. He forcefully took Jack's hand and saw the twin P brand on his sparrow tatto.

"Keep your guns on them men. Gillete, fetch some irons. Well, well look what we have here. Angel Steel isn't it and you must be Jack Sparrow?"

"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please, sir." Jack yanked his hand back.

" Well, I don't see your ship, Captain."

"I'm in the market as it were." said Jack. "He said they came to commandeer one." Murtogg spoke up.

"They'll be hanged by dawn."

"Commondore, I must protest pirates or not they saved my life."

"One good deed isn't enough to redeem a man and woman of lifetime of wickedness."

" Though it is enough to condemn them." Angel purred as her and Jack were being forced into irons.

"Indeed." Norrington said with an evil look in his eyes. Gillette was finished cuffing Angel and Jack. Angel smiled sweetley at Jack and he winked her.

"Finally." Jack said throwing his chain around Elizabeth's neck and she squealed being quite suprised. He spun her around to face her father and the other military men. Elizabeth whimpered in panic. "I knew you'd warm up to us."

"Commondor, our effects if you be so kind." Angel ordered. Norrington was frozen andwas frozen in his spot. He couldn't give the pirates their things and let them go. But then again he couldn't let them harm Elizabeth. "Commondore!" Jack said. Norrington reached for thier effects from two soliders and gave it to Angel and Elizabeth. After Elizabeth angrily put the effects on Jack, the pirates made their daring escape.

Jack and Angel sat in a cell, wondeing how were they going to get out of this one. Angel leaned on Jack while he sat against the wall. They both sat on the bench, listening to their surroundings. Both were nodding off to sleep. In the cell next to them were about six men, each trying to coax a dog to their cell. The dog they were trying to lure sat about ten feet away, a ring of keys in it's mouth.

"You can keep doing that forever, the dog is never going to move." Jack spoke, glancing at the other prisoners from under his leather hat. "Oh, excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet." The man with bone retorted. Angel chuckeled and Jack gave a twisted grin.

"So this is it huh, Jack?" Angel whispered as Jack held her close to him.

"Looks like it, luv." Jack sighed just before the sound of fired cannons interrupted everyone's doings. The in habitors of both cells rushed to the windows, looking for where the cannon fire came from. "I know those canons. It's the Pearl!"

"Tha Black Pearl? I've heard stories. She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors." One of the men from the other cell gripped the bars between the cells. Angel and Jack looked over at him, silly smiles on their faces.

"No survivors?" Jack spoke.

"Then where do the stories come from I wonder?" Angel teased.

The other prisoner thought about where indeed the stories had come from if there were no surviors. All the prisoners continued wacthing the fight that was happening out side the walls. Jack frowned, he's definitely rather be out there. Angel sat uncomfortable on the bench, tired of looking. She was brought to the floor of the cell as a cannon ball hurdled into the cell wall next to them, freeing their companions.

"My sympathies, friends, you've no manner of luck at all." One of them laughed before hopping out of the hole in their cell.

Jack retrieved the bone and began to lure the dog to their cell. Angel watched inmaptiently, almost dying to get out. She felt like crying. It would be her luck to get sent to the gallows with her beloved, the Pearl would attack the settlement they were on, and a cannon ball would miss the cell they were in. She was furious with her luck. And now Jack had chased off the dog with the keys, she was slightly irritated with him.

Khoeler and Twigg, two crew members from the Black Pearl, bounded from the stairs, cutting down a guard as they did so.

"Hey, this isn't the armory." Twigg cried in frustration.

"Well, well, well, look what we got here Twigg; Captain Jack Sparrow. And Miss Angel Steel, too." Khoeler said, giving Angel a flirtatious smile.

Khoeler spat at the ground. "Last time I saw you, you were all alone on a Godforsaken island, shrinking in the distance. His fourtanes hasn't improved much."

"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlmen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." Jack retorted. Khoeler reached into their cell, grabbing Jack by the throat. Angel gasped as Khoeler's arm, bathed in the moonlight, turned to bone, rotting flesh, and ripped clothing.

"So there is a curse." Angel whispered, holding onto Jack as Khoeler held onto him.

"You know nothing of hell." Khoeler growled at Jack. He looked over at Angel, softness in his eyes. Khoeler retrieved his arm, leaving with Twigg.

Jack began to attempt unlocking the door with the bone. So far he unsuccessfully stuck the bone in the keyhole. The sound of footsteps echoed in the jail, and Jack fell backwards, attempting to pretend he was asleep. Angel laid her head on Jack's chest, actually going to sleep.

"You! Sparrow! Steel!" The apprentice blacksmith they had quarrelled with the day before stood in front of their cell. Will seemed to be flustered and rather annoyed.

"Aye." Both Jack and Angel groaned.

"Your familiar with the ship, the Black Pearl?"

"We 'eard of it." Jack said.

"Where does it make berth?" Will asked. Jack shot up, forcing Angel to sit up as well.

"Where does it make berth? Have you not heard the stories?" Jack said shocked. Will stared at Jack. Jack sighed and laying back down again dragging Angel with him. "Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants sail from the dreaded Isla de Muerta. It's an island that cannot be found except by those who know where it is." Jack answered. "The ship's real enough," Will said insistently, "therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?" "Why ask us?" Jack asked, casually examining his fingernails. "Because your pirates!" Will answered impatientley. "And you want to turn a pirate yourself, is that it?" Jack retorted smoothly. Will clutched the bars, his eyes burning in rage. "Never!" There was a silence for a while. "They took Miss Swann." He said. "Ah, so it is you found a girl!" Angel said getting up from Jack's chest while he got up as well putting themselves in a sitting positions. "We see. Well, if your planning to be brave and all, hasten from her rescue, and so win fair lady's heart...you'll have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit for us." Jack said.

Will explained how to get Angel and Jack out. "Hows that?" Angel asked Will. "the key ran off." She gestured in the direction the dog ran off. "I helped build these cells," Will explained examining the door. "These are half-pin barrel hinges. With the right leverage." Will continued, grabbing a wooden bench and placing one end on the holes, "and the proper application of strength, the door will lift free."

"What's your name?" Jack asked. Will blinked in confusion.

"Will Turner." It took a moment to sink in for Jack and Angel.

"That would be short for William I imagine?" Jack asked. "Good strong name...no doubt named after yar father, aye?" Jack asked.

Will gave Jack a strange look. "...Yes."

"Uh huh." Jack said thoughtfully. "Well I changed me mind." Jack and Angel hoisted themselves up and kneeled against the door. "If you spring us form this cell, we swear on the pain of death we shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonny lass." Jack said, putting his hand out for Will to shake it.

Angel stuck out her hand too. "Do we have an accord?" Jack and Angel said in unison. Will shook Angel's hand. "Agreed."

"Agreed." Jack said. "Get get us out." Jack said finally. Will pushed down on the raised end of the bench, and the door was lifted off its hinges. Will gripped the frame and tossed it in the corner. "Hurry, someone probably heard that." Will hurried. "Not without our effects!" Jack said.

"We're going to steal a ship." he said his eyes found the Dauntless, moored in a different, farther dock. "That ship."

"Commandeer. Commandeer that ship, Will." Angel instructed, pointing to the Dauntless. Seriousness filled her ocean blue eyes. Jack looked at Will, with a serious expression on his face.

"One question about your business, boy, or there's no using going. This girl: how far are you willing to rescue her?"

"I'd die for her!" Will answered gallantly.

"Oh good." Jack answered "No, wories then." He then looked back at the docks, but then quickly turned his head again.

The three sneaked under a canoe that rested upside down on the beach. After a group of red coats trooped past them, they stood and quickly walked to the water. The canoe and the three were soon submerged and walking across the ocean floor. Will stepped in a lobster trap, dragging it along with them. "This is either brilliance, or madness." Will said.

"Its amazing how often those traits concide." Jack noted and Angel laughed a bit.

After some bamboozling, which was Jack's idea, the three had commandeered the Interceptor and were sailing out of Port Royal. Angel had to admit; Jack's a genius; not only had he disabled the rudder chain of the Dauntless, but he had gotten the three of them onto the Interceptor without being noticed. They were now safely in the open sea, Jack steering the ship to Tortuga, Angel went along the ship, making sure the riggings were taught. Will sat on a barrel behind Jack, sharpening his sword.

When I was lad, living in England," Will spoke, trying to make most of the silence. "My mother raised me all by herself. When she died, I came out here...searching for my father."

"Is that so." Jack said, a little put off.

"My father raised me. He was kind before my mum crushed his heart, but he still had a soft spot for me." Angel spoke absentmindely, wondering what he was doing now. Jack ignored Angel, and although he was slightly interested, Will continued what he wanted.

"My father? Will Turner? At the jail, it was only you and Angel agreed to help. Since that was what I wanted, I didn't press the matter. I'm not a simpleton Jack." Will said. "You knew my father." Jack stood up and looked at Will straight in the eyes. "We knew 'im." Jack confirmed. "Probably the few that knew him as William Turner. Everyone else just called him 'Bootstrap' or 'Bootstrap Bill'."

"Bootstrap?" Will repeated, looking lost. Jack ignored him.

"Good man, good pirate. I swear you look just like him."

"It's not true! He was good respectable man, a merchant sailor who obeyed the law." Will said.

"Is that what your mum told you, Will?" Angel asked, Jack turned to Will.

"He was a bloody pirate, a scallywag." The pirate turned back to look out upon the open sea.

Will retrieved his sword and pointed at Jack. "My father was not a pirate!" Angel rolled her eyes. She hated how men always retorted to violence.

"Put it away, son. It's not worth you gettting beat again."

"You didn't beat me. You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd kill you." Will spat.

"That's not much incetive for me to fight fair, then, is it?" Jack turned the wheel sharply, a mast caught Will at the waist, his sword clanged on the desk as he dropped it, and held him over the sea.

"Now, as long as your just hanging there," he began and made Angel sigh with irritation. "Pay attention. The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do, and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept your father was a pirate, and a good man, or you cannot. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday. Now me, for example. I can let you drown...but Angel and I can't crew this ship into Tortuga all be onsies, savvy? So..." He spun the wheel again, causing the rudder sail to fly back and Will to hit the deck hard on his behind. Jack pointed the sword at him. "Can you command under a pirate?" He flipped the sword so that the handle was facing Will. "Or can you not?"

Will hesitated and took his sword back. "Tortuga?" Will asked slowly. "Tortuga." Jack and Angel said.

"So Tortuga in all it's glory." Will said. Angel salpped a hand on Will's back.

"You'll get used to it, son. Trust me." Angel promised, walking with them in the townsquare. A broad smile grew on her face as she someone Jack made himself familiar with.

"Why are you smiling?" Will whispered.

"You'll see."

A woman with dark red hair approached Jack. She wore what must have been an expensive dress at one time. Her facial make up was heavy around her eyes. What this woman did for a living was written. "Scarlett!" Jack said happily, getting a nice slap on the face. "Not, sure I deserved that. Gisele!" A woman with blonde hair, dressed the same as Scarlette, walked briskly to where Jack stood. Her eye makeup was just as heavy and dark as the other's. It was obvious she Scarlette shared the same profession.

"Who was she?"

"What?" Giselle too delivered a sharp, stinging, slap on Jack's cheek. "I may have deserved that."

The group went to a pig lot where a drunken old man was asleep. Angel recognised him to be Joshamee Gibbs, a long time friend of her and Jack's. Jack lifted one of the two buckets of water the trio had collected and tossed it to Gibbs. "Curse ya fer breathin' ya slack-jawed idiot!" Gibbs shouted, sitting up. Jack said nothing, looking at his friend. Slowly Gibbs eyes cleared and he grinned wide. "Mother's love! Jack! Angel! You should know better to wake a man when he's sleepin'. 'S bad luck."

"Ah, fortunately, I know how to counter it," Jack replied tossing the bucket in the corner, and kneeling to Gibbs's level. "The man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink. The man who sleeping drinks it while listening to a propostion from the man who did the waking." It took a second for Gibbs to figure it out in his mind.

"Aye, that'll about do it." Jack and Angel grinned and Angel pulled Gibbs to his feet. As Gibbs stepped over the rail, Will followed Jack's lead and dumped the contents of the bucket on Gibbs's head. "Blast, I'm already awake!" Gibbs shouted shaking himself.

"That was for the smell," Will explained. Gibbs opened his mouth, thought better of it, and nodded reluctantly.

The group went to the Faithful Bride if you know Jack well to get rum. The tavern was packed with old salty dogs, pirates, and wenches alike, fighting, gambling, flirting, or just simply drinking. Gibbs stumbeled over a table by the back wall and Jack went to the bar to get drinks. When Jack returned with the drinks, Angel sat beside Jack. The three took the first sip in unison.

"Now, what's the nature o' this venture o' yorn?" Gibbs mused, thinking maybe he needed to save his father from another prison or was stealing a heap of gold from the Morroccon king. Jack hesitated "I'm going after the Balck Pearl."Gibbs choked on his rum and Angel sat silently. "I know where it's gonna be, and I'm gonna take it."

Gibbs slowly shook his head. "Jack, 's a fool's errand. Why you know better than me the tales of the Black Pearl."

"That is why I know what Barbossa is up to." Jack pointed out. "All I need is a crew."

Gibbs was unconvinced. "From what I hear tell of Barbossa, he's not a man to suffer fools, nor strike for one."

"Well, then I'd say it's a very good thing I'm not a fool then, eh?"

"Prove me wrong! What makes you think Brabossa'll give up his ship to you?"

Jack lowered his voice. "Let's just say it's a matter of leverage." Will looked over his shoulder at them, looking suspicous. Angel looked at Will, motinoning for him to turn around. Jack nodded to Will's direction. Gibbs still looked confused and Jack had to motion with his head two or three times toward Will to get Gibbs to understand.

"The kid?" Angel looked back Will who was struggeling to get away from a fat wench. Angel sighed and stood up from her seat beside Jack.

"Oi! Get your own." Angel threatened tucking her arm under Will's. The fat wench frowned, and retreated to her original client. Will looked at Angel strangely. "What? Would rather have her on top of you if it wasn't for my help?" Angel let go of Will's arm. "Thanks." Will said.

"Don't mention it, lad." Angel said taking back her seat beside Jack. "

Take what you can!" Jack said.

"-can only hope. Give nothing back!" Gibbs finished, knocking his mug against Jack's. They both took huge gulps of their rum and slapped the mugs on the table.