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This chapter seems to be kind of a place holder, i am not sure I particularly like how it came out, so please let me know.

Chapter 2

"Hopeless"

Fingering the ring on my right hand I twisted the metal around my finger. My grandmother having given me the ring on her deathbed. It was one of the few things I owned outright in this world. Staring out the small window in my cell I waited desperately for a sound, any sound. Early morning air chilled me to the bone and made me more on edge with every minute. Mindlessly running my fingers over stonewall I stared out the small window. Unable to sleep left me with plenty of time to think. I felt a change in the air the moment James left. Mentioning he would send someone in the morning with water and a rag so I could get cleaned up. Sighing I thought of Lydia, how I regretted losing five years of her life. I regretted quite a few things. There was nothing I could do with that regrets but try to change them. Would I have time to change it? I wasn't sure. I never had much of a family life, which is probably why I ran the first chance I got. Knowing now I should have protested, not let Lydia out of my sight was killing me. Closing my eyes I tried to block out the pain as much as possible. I watched the sun begin to peek over the hillside. I couldn't count the amount of sunrises I had witnessed since being held in this hole. The familiar sound of rusty hinges raised my ears, was James coming back for more? I stayed still, listening for movement. The sound of heels clicking on the stone floor raised my suspicions; it was a sound I hadn't heard while I was here. A man and woman stood at my jail cell. I did a double take thinking I was seeing things.

"Mornin' miss." A woman smiled carrying a large bucket, the water sloshing out of the sides.

The man opened the cell door, the keys clinking in his hand. He allowed the woman to enter before slamming it shut with a groan he disappeared out of sight.

"What are you doing here?" I asked out of confusion as I looked over her maid's outfit.

"I was told to help you get cleaned up." She smiled cheerfully; pushing her hand into the bucket of water she retrieved the rag from it.

"And you don't think its fucking odd that I'm locked in a cell?" I questioned angrily.

"Why no, I was told you are a murderer."

"Oh, right, they let maids come into cells with murderers." I rolled my eyes angrily.

"Come now, I know you haven't had much company as of late, but no need to be snotty." The woman remarked handing me the rag.

"Snotty? Bitch, you haven't seen snotty yet." I growled.

She stepped backward, fear written on her face and in her movements.

"Wait." I closed my eyes suddenly, knowing she could be my only chance to get out of this hellhole. "I'm …sorry." I swallowed my apology, how I hated apologizing to people forcing a half smile.

"Its quite alright." She smiled. "I brought you some fresh clothes, miss."

"Great." I mumbled, looking over the purple dress with ruffles hanging off the bottom of it. "Tell me, have you heard anyone talking about…Captain Jack Sparrow?" I was testing the waters to see if James was worried about Jack.

She froze suddenly, telling me instantly everything I needed to know. "You mean the pirate?"

"Aye."

"Nope, haven't heard anything." She lied, that was fine.

"Help me out of here." I whispered to her.

"I can't. Mr. Theramore would kill me. Seems you're his most prized possession."

"I am NOT any MAN'S possession." I argued angrily.

"Begging your pardon miss, it kind of seems you are." She said, looking around the cell.

"You help me and I won't kill you when I get out of here." I warned.

"I can't….I just.." she stammered, I saw the fear in her eyes and I knew she had been threatened. " I just can't," she repeated.

Nodding I sighed. "Take this." Pulling the ring from my finger I handed it to her, along with a note I hidden beneath the bed, enveloped and sealed. "Jack will be coming for me. Promise me you will give him this."

"No." she tried to pull away.

Pressing the note into her palm I pleaded. "Please, I don't know how much longer I will be alive. My husband and child have a right to know what happened to me ….. Don't you think?"

Suddenly she looked up at me, catching my gaze. "You're married? And have a child?"

"Yes."

The sound of the door opening hit my ears.

"Please." I whispered.

I watched as she took the note, shoving it into her shirt no one was the wiser.

"Everything okay in here?" a gruff voice came from the cell door. The drunken dirty man asked, dirty from head to toe I suddenly realized I recognized him from my brief stay on the ship that transported me here.

"We are fine." I said casually.

"Yes, fine." The maid smiled cheerfully. Jamming the ring onto her finger out of his sight.

Eyeing us briefly the man once again disappeared behind the closed door.

"Thank you." I whispered.

After cleaning up I changed into the purple ruffle dress that made me want to puke. It wasn't bad enough my breasts were about to fall out, but the heavy purple color made me want to scream. Stealing a knife from the guard I commenced to cutting off the bottom so it didn't fall to the floor, instead it hung just above my knees.

~~Days Later~~

Jack stood in his cabin, preparing himself to go ashore. The Pearl rocking slightly back and forth he reached into the large chest where his affects had been stored. He had settled down with his daughter, never thinking he would once again need to be a pirate. Pulling a white button down shirt over his shoulders. Running his fingers absentmindedly over the leather of his belt he swung it around his hips; buckling the two pieces of leather together. Pulling out his many pistols he sighed heavily, placing one into the holster and another into the sash that clung to his hips. Spotting the familiar green hue on the bottom he sighed thoughtfully, Picking up the large green box he opened it. His trusty compass had gotten him to so many places; hopefully it would work this time as well. Tieing the compass to his red sash and a red bandana into his hair and rimming his eyes with kohl he was nearly ready to go ashore. He hadn't forgotten those years spent pirating along the isle de merta and the entire ocean. Somehow that seemed decades ago, it was a far cry from his new life. A life filled with mindless and constant social events. Had those high to do, fancy pants socialites known of the things he had done in the past they wouldn't of allowed him to grace them with his presence. Though being a friend of William and Elizabeth Turner did have its advantages, it had its disadvantages as well, or so it seemed. It was good for his daughter; there was no doubt in that. He turned from Pirate to Hero in the eyes of everyone in Port Royal. How that happened he wasn't so sure now.

Pulling the door to his cabin open Jack swayed purposefully across the Black Pearl, ignoring his sailors as they prepared rowboats.

"Lookin' like your old self there Captain." Ragetti remarked leaning against an ore he had stood up, his false eye squeaking as it moved in the eye socket-causing jack to cringe ever so slightly.

"Aye," Jack grumbled incoherently.

Finally the time had come for him to get off of his ship and onto land. Too many trees meant they couldn't see the inhabitants of the island. Lydia stood on the starboard side, a bag in hand.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jack questioned.

"With you."

"No. You stay here." Jack ordered, pointing in the general direction of her cabin.

"NO, I'm going."

"Gibbs." Jack called.

"Aye?" Gibbs came running as if the devil himself were chasing him.

"Do somethin' with her." Jack said, pointing to his daughter who was now hopelessly dangling over Gibbs' shoulder.

"That isn't fair!" She shouted, her voice becoming distant.

"You there, lower the boats." Jack growled, pointing to one of the sailors. He wasn't talking to anyone in particular his impatience left him grasping for something to yell at the crew about. "Hurry now, I don't have all god damn day!"

The boats lowered Jack looked over his crew as the lined up on deck. What an ugly bunch they are, he decided but they would have to do. "You." He said pointing to Gibbs. "You and you.." He trailed off pointing to Ragetti then Pintel. "Boats."

"You, You, and You." He pointed to three others. "Boats as well. Rest of you guard the ship, anything out of place I'll skin yer hides." He warned.

"Aye sir." The men nodded.

They quickly boarded the small rowboats and made their way toward the shore. Standing at the front of the boat Jack opened his compass; his brown eyes watching it spin a few times before settling on North. Within moments the rowboats pushed into the fresh sand of the white beach. Hiding the boats in some brush they began to walk down a well-defined path. The path had been used many times before, it looked to be a regular walking path. Birds sang as they walked along the path. Insects buzzing in the spring sun, bringing the forest to life. Palm trees swinging in the wind and rocks lined the walkway as they silently walked forward.

"Captain are we headed the right way?" Pintel asked. Jack returned with a hushing glare.

"Don't bother the Cap'in." Ragetti hushed him.

"Why not? I was just askin' don't want to be walkin' all day." Pintel remarked looking down at his worn shoes.

"Well, maybe if you bought shoes more frequently than every ten years." Gibbs spoke.

"That's no fair, I bet you don't buy shoes that often." Pintel gave Gibbs a dirty look.

"I sure as hell don't wait until I can see the ends of my toes." Gibbs rolled his eyes.

"Will you guys shut it!" Jack glowered.

"Sorry Cap'in." They all apologized quickly.

They walked for what seemed like hours but, in reality was only forty or so minutes. Pintel complaining about his shoes the entire trip until Jack threatened to tie him to a tree branch by his shoelaces. Though it wouldn't do much good they way they are falling apart Gibbs pointed out.

Jack's heart began to beat a bit quicker as a large white house came into sight. Crouching toward the home they hid behind some foliage to gain a better visual and see if anyone was inside.

"There's one in the kitchen." Gibbs whispered, having come from the back of the house.

"Aye." Jack nodded; standing up from behind the foliage the men followed Jack as he headed toward the front door. Kicking the front door in the pirates spread out eagerly. "Spread out, find her."

"What is going on here?" A man demanded as he came racing from the kitchen. His dark skin a stark difference against his white uniform.

Wasting no time Jack grabbed the man by the collar, pulling the pistol from the sash he quickly cocked back the hammer and shoved it into the mans cheek. "James Theramore, where is he?" Jack demanded, his dark brown eyes turning black.

"I..I don't know." The man stammered. His frightened gaze looking around the room.

"This is his home?"

"Yes, yes sir." The man stammered again.

"Find the son of a bitch." Jack ordered sending his men on a mission through the house. The sound of breaking glass coming from upstairs didn't worry Jack as he waited for his men to returned. Pushing the dark skinned man onto the sofa Jack looked to Gibbs. "Stay here with him,"

"Aye Cap'in." Gibbs nodded, keeping his pistol trained on the man.

"What do you want?" the man asked, slumping into the sofa, his frightened gaze nothing new to the pirates as they destroyed everything they came across that didn't look of value.

Pressing the pistol into the mans skull Jack's kohl rimmed eyes studying as the man changed different colors right before his eyes. "You better hope we find her. Not just for her sake, but for yours as well." Jack warned.

He waited impatiently as the men went through every floor of the house, hoping to find any trace of his beloved. He heard a scream come from a woman upstairs. The men emerged from behind the wall with a woman dressed in a maids outfit in tow. She was screaming and trying her best to fight them off. Pintel pulled her along by her blonde hair eagerly, grinning like an idiot the entire way down the long wraparound stairway.

"Found 'er upstairs." He informed his captain before pushing her onto the sofa beside her counterpart. "Hidin' in a pile of dirty laundry."

"Hmm." Jack thoughtfully eyed the woman. She looked to be in her early fifties. Her blonde hair graying on both sides of her head ever so slightly. Carefully he set one knee on the floor, studying her face carefully. "Where is she?" he asked.

"I don't know who you are talking about, sir." She returned his stare, wondering if this was going to be the last of her. It wasn't bad enough she had been working for a horrible employer but now, to run into pirates in the most unlikely of places she couldn't help but feel as if this was her last day on earth.