AN: Okay, Jack isnt getting shot this chapter. Thanks to my reviewers. Review again! Theres a reason Anamaria cant take the alcohol. Normally she can. Thats a very important part of the story. Rock on!

The sun shone brightly through a barred window flooding the whole of the newly built Tortuga jail. The bright light bounced off the buttons on the guards' jackets, adding more light to the dim cells. Light seeped through an old, rusty cell, inhabited by a dark skinned girl, sleeping in pirate garb. She seemed peaceful, until a loud clanging from the cell door next to her woke her from a deep abyss of sleep. Groaning, Anamaria forced her eyes open, vowing to slap the Jesus out of whoever had woken her. The pirate looked around, her surroundings dawning on her sleep fogged mind. Stone walls. Guards in Navy uniforms outside. Jail? Oh, crap.

Anamaria buried her face in her hands as the memories of last night came back to her. Inwardly, she cursed herself for not fighting back or running. Usually, she was uncatchable, but her tolerance for rum seemed to have dropped all of a sudden. She was fine the last time she was in Tortuga, around five months ago. Pondering, Anamaria rested her head against the stone wall and watched a young officer opening her door with caution. The black haired lad threw a bowl of food and some water in, as if Anamaria was a dog. She scowled at him until he hastily backed out of the cell, and left to allow another guard to take his post.

Muttering swear words, Anamaria crawled over to the corner, and promptly threw up. Oh god. It felt like her throat was on fire. She put it down to the rum yesterday.

"Well, if it isnt Anamaria ," spoke a voice from the bars of Ana's cell. A pompous, snobby voice. Anamaria knew it. She turned and death stared Commodore James Norrington. The pirate had much hate for him.

"What?," Anamaria snapped, inwardly growling at the small know it all smirk on his face. Her hand snapped back and she slapped the stupid Commodore sound across the face. He glared at her, stepping back from the bars, then stalking away. Pompous get. Anamaria sniffed, heading back to her corner and curling there.

Elizabeth Swann was out in the Tortuga market, a classier area of the town. It was quiet, and the few stall sellers were selling their goods for even more money than they usually did. Elizabeth walked around in the hot sun, occasionally pausing to sniff a flower or two. The young woman walked, and stopped at a dark, unlit shop, full of fake spiders and cobwebs. The sign declared the shop to be 'Gulch's Witch Supplies'. Miss Swann wrinkled her nose in disgust- such things were below her. A sharp tap to her shoulder alerted Elizabeth's attention, and she turned around to spot a pale woman with long, shiny black hair. She had on a uniform of a simple black dress- obviously she worked in the store.

"Can I help you?" Elizabeth asked, polite as always.

"You have a small task to fulfill, young lady. When mentioned, you shall find him at the docks, searching for his other." The dark haired woman replied, before turning and heading back into the shop. The lettering on the back of her dress depicted her name to be 'Zamira.'

What had she been on about? Elizabeth wondered, wandering through the town again. Maybe it was all mumbo jumbo supernatural stuff. Shrugging it off, Elizabeth caught sight of the back of an impressive figure, clad in a high status Navy uniforn and a white wig. The young woman tapped his back, and when he turned to face her, smiled.

"James! Its good to see you! What're you doing around here?," Elizabeth asked, politely beaming.

Commodore Norrington smiled grimly.

"I could ask the same of you. I'm helping to guard a high status prisoner in the new cells. With her, Sparrow should follow and we can catch him just like that."

Elizabeth swallowed, masking her instant worry. Who had he caught? She. A girl?

"Good plan, James. I have to go, shopping," Elizabeth replied, turning tail and hurrying back in the way she had come. The blonde walked down the street to the jail, wondering who the Navy had caught. Her attention was caught by a brown poster pinned to the wall above the jail, with a red X across it. It was a wanted poster, and the X meant that the person advertised was either caught or hung. Elizabeth pulled it down, and recognised the name immediately.

'Pirate lass known by the name of Anamaria. Known to have had a relationship with Captain Jack Sparrow.'

Oh lord. At least if Jack saw this he'd be proud of them putting his full title. But Ana? He was sure to come looking for her. Elizabeth frowned, remembering the young witch workers prophecy, the girl called Zamira. The docks. Of course! The man mentioned was Jack, and he'd be looking for Anamaria. Elizabeth rushed off, dropping the crumpled poster as she went.

AN: Done. Chapter three will deffo be here next week. So whats wrong with Anamaria? Hmmm.. Elizabeth's realised who's in the jail, and she's gonna go tell Jack, right? I'm leaving you here! Please review!