Chapter 3: Welcome aboard the Black Pearl

"…She wants to be taken to the Captain." Pintel said over Ragetti's whining. He turned his head and glared at the beautiful woman who was clutching at the medallion around her neck. "And she'll go without a fuss." Elizabeth hid her fear and nodded, frowning slightly.

"There you are." A voice snapped and the three of them turned and to see a young girl standing intimidatingly in the doorframe. "What the bloody hell is taking so long?"

"Sorry, Miss Kyra." Ragetti said nervously. "We was getting the girl." Elizabeth and the girl who entered the room stared at one another. Elizabeth knew that some pirates were girls, but to see one right there in front of her was a bit different and not at all what she imagined. The girl looked about fifteen or sixteen with long auburn hair in a single braid down her back and beautiful clear blue eyes. A faded green bandana was wound around her head and she wore boyish looking clothing.

"How long does it bloody take?" The girl snarled at the two pirates. "The Captain is waitin', get a move."

"Aye, Miss Kyra." Pintel said and then muttered under his breath. Elizabeth could only comply as he and Ragetti took hold of her arms and hauled her after the fiery red-head.

Kyra frowned as she stepped out of the mansion and squinted up at the moon which was barely visible. "Bloody imbeciles." They were only supposed to grab the medallion and the one who had it and leave. They were taking far too long to do a simple task. Her father would not be pleased if they weren't back aboard the ship in the time limit he had given them. And if they didn't make it…they could be left here. She was not about to be left behind Code or no Code.

"Hurry up." She snapped irritably at the snickering pair of pirates who came out of the room with the girl. Kyra felt a twinge of pity for the poor woman who was being kidnapped, but she shook her head to get rid of the feeling. The medallion around her neck was important and taking her with them would insure they got it. It was too important for Kyra to let any other feeling but indifference towards the blonde haired woman be seen.

Kyra led the way down the stone driveway and into town, walking at a fast pace and being careful to avoid any of the fighting. She had already promised her father not to get involved unless someone challenged her and she looked into every dark crevice they past for a person dumb enough to try it. She was itching for a fight.

"Will!" She heard the young woman cry out and turned her head to see whom she was looking at. A handsome young man with dark hair watched them with a half-horrified expression and she smirked a little. So long Romeo.

She turned back around and they headed for the long boats that were pulled ashore. "Where are Koehler and Twigg?" She frowned at the suspicious lack of the two pirates. They weren't her favorite pirates, actually she despised them both but her father would be angry if they were not there.

"Err, dunno. They went separate from us." Ragetti told her and she rolled her eyes.

"Fine, fine. Leave them then. Let's just go." She shooed them and then felt a blade pressed against her throat.

"Wench." Kyra wrinkled her freckled nose at the smell of rancid breath against the back of her neck. Koehler. "Perhaps we should dispose of you here on the beach. Leave your body for the seagulls. You can't come back to life." Quickly, she whirled around and pressed her pistol into the man's stomach.

"This won't kill you, but it'll hurt like hell and I'd made sure to aim where you can't get the bullet out without causing more damage." She tilted the pistol downwards towards a certain area and Koehler backed off.

"You may be the Captain's daughter, but I don't take orders from the likes of you." He spat at her feet and she narrowed her eyes as he stalked off. She aimed at Twigg when he remained standing there and he took off with widened eyes. Kyra shoved her pistol back into her belt and got in the long boat to sit in front of their guest. Once she had her back to the others and was sure no one could see she sighed and scowled moodily. What the hell? They had always hated her, just because she was a girl and happen to aim better than most of those men could.

Elizabeth looked at the girl with wide brown eyes. She was the Captain's daughter? But then why were they so disrespectful? Elizabeth frowned a bit having a guess as to why that was. Men. It seemed that even on the open sea things never changed. Men still were expected to be far superior to women.

The large black ship she had remembered seeing all those years ago loomed before her and she took it in with awe and slight fear. It was an impressive ship with forty guns and large sails as dark as the wood that held them. The figurehead was of a young woman holding a bird in her hands. It was both eerie and beautiful at the same time.

"Awe inspiring ain't it?" Elizabeth saw the red-headed girl looking at her.

"I've seen the ship before. A long time ago. Only it seems to be…darker somewhat from before."

Kyra arched an eyebrow, but didn't respond. She wondering under what circumstances had she seen the ship and survived. From the looks of the woman's facial expression she supposed it was only in glancing that she had seen the ship. Kyra turned back around as they neared the rope ladder and helped pull the boat over. She made sure that the lady went first and followed after her in case someone got an idea to look up her nightdress. Kyra would never tell, but she secretly envied the woman's curves and her pretty gown. Wearing such dresses wasn't safe on a ship like this especially with lots of peeping toms and men like Koehler that had apparently, as rumored, didn't like the word "no".

"Here. Put your hand here." Kyra said, steading the woman when she neared the top. She made sure that the lady was safely upright before following her up over the railing. Kyra felt eyes on her and turned to see her father standing on the top deck, his face obscured by the gun and cannon smoke so she had no idea what he was thinking. She left the girl with Pintel and Ragetti and headed up the steps.

"Captain." She greeted as she went up the steps. A small animal jumped from his shoulder to hers and she smiled, brushing her fingers along the tiny monkey's head. "Good, Little Jack." Kyra murmured lowly. Her father's eyes, the same blue as hers, landed on her.

"I trust all went well?"

"Aye, Captain." Kyra nodded. Only within the confines of the Captain's Quarters could she call him father.

"Good." He nodded and his eyes slid past her. "Who's the girl?"

"She had the medallion."

Her father raised an eyebrow. "Did she? Who is she?"

"I dunno. Pintel and Ragetti had her when I found them." she answered and her father headed past her for the staircase. There was a slight commotion. From where she was standing she could see the Bo 'sun heading towards the woman.

"I didn't know we was takin' on captives." He sneered at Pintel and Ragetti. Kyra watched them try not to cower under his gaze. She could sympathize with them, the man scared her.

"She's invoked the right of parley with Captain Barbossa." Pintel told him and Elizabeth stepped forward to speak for herself.

"I'm here to nego-" She was cut off by a stinging slap from the Bo 'sun and Kyra gasped.

"You'll speak when spoken too." He growled at her and Kyra watched her father grab the Bo 'sun's arm in a death grip keeping it still.

"And ye will not lay a hand on those under the protection of parley."

"Aye, sir." The pirate stated and Barbossa tossed his hand out of the way, pushing him back. He grinned charmingly at Elizabeth.

"My apologies, Miss." He said and she nodded, still looking startled.

"Captain Barbossa, I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against Port Royal."

"There were a lot of longs words in there, Miss. We're naught but humble pirates." Kyra wanted to laugh, but held it in. she was certain her father wouldn't approve. "What is that you want?"

"I want you to leave and never come back." Elizabeth stated and this time Kyra snorted aloud. Barbossa smirked at Elizabeth.

"I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request." This time it was the girl who looked confused. "Means "no"." Kyra watched her, wondering what she was going to do now.

"Very well." She snapped and stalked over to the side of the ship with something in her hand. The medallion. Everyone stepped forward, but Barbossa kept Kyra from following the woman. She held it out above the water. "I'll drop it." She threatened.

"Me holds are bursting with swag that bit of shine matters to us." Barbossa laughed, but then he dropped the act quickly. "Why?"

Elizabeth frowned. "It's what you've been searching for. I recognize this ship. I saw it eight years ago on the crossing from England." She told them and Kyra looked at her father, wondering what he was going to do.

"Did you, now?"

"Fine." She said in a matter-of-fact manner. "Well I suppose it if is worthless, then there's no point in me keeping it." Kyra hid a smirk. The girl was smart that was for sure. The crew gasped in alarm and moved forward as it slipped from her fingers. Elizabeth stopped it before it could disappear from her hand completely and made a smug face at them. Kyra looked at her father who chuckled.

"You have a name Missy?" He asked her in amusement. Little Jack jumped from Kyra's shoulder and ran up to sit on her father's, staring at the young woman.

"Elizabeth…Turner. I'm a maid in the Governor's household." She said and Kyra arched an eyebrow. Why was she so hesitant about her last name?

"Miss Turner." Her father repeated, turning to gaze at the crew. All around her the crew began to murmur in shock.

"Bootstrap." Pintel whispered and she stiffened. So they had taken the right one. Bootstrap's kid was the only one who could undo the curse. They had gotten lucky it seemed in taking the young maid. Kyra wasn't sure that maids wore such fine dressing gowns unless she had been taking the place of her mistress.

"And how does a maid come to own such a trinket as that? Family heirloom, perhaps?"

"I didn't steal it. If that's what you mean." Elizabeth hissed, looking indignant at the thought. Kyra rolled her eyes. Stealing was a part of life.

"Very well." Her father walked forward and held his hand out. "You hand it over and we'll put your town to our rudder and ne'er return." Kyra looked from the girl to her father. She hadn't said anything about getting herself off the ship and her father knew that. Slowly, the girl put the medallion into his outstretched hand, sealing her fate. Little Jack took it from him and hopped away to put the necklace someplace safe. He was such a smart little monkey. Kyra turned away from the monkey and faced Elizabeth again.

"Our bargain?" She asked and Kyra watched her father turn away nodding at Bo 'sun who immediately began barking orders at the men still standing around. The girl frowned and followed after Barbossa and Kyra followed too.

"Wait!" Elizabeth called after him. "You have to take me to shore! According to the Code of the Order of the Brethren-" Barbossa whirled around, stopping her from speaking and Kyra stopped too.

"First, your return to shore was not part of our negotiations nor our agreement. So I must do nothing. And secondly, you must be a pirate for the Pirate's Code to apply and your not. And thirdly, the Code is more like what you'd call guidelines than actual rules. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Turner!" He turned on his heels and went up the rest of the stairs, leaving Elizabeth to stare at him in shock until Pintel and Ragetti took hold of her arms. She tried to get free, but they hauled her away. Elizabeth locked eyes with Kyra before she was taken out of sight, almost pleading for help, but there was nothing she could do.

"Daughter." Kyra looked up the stairs.

"Aye, sir?" She asked.

"See to the girl's needs."

"Aye, Captain." She murmured and went back down the stairs. So much for getting to stand on the railing like she wanted too. Now she had to wait on the girl hand and foot.

"Key." She said when Pintel turned from the door.

"What? Why?" He pouted.

"Because my father said so. Now hand it over." She snapped and the key was slapped into her hand by a grumbling pirate. "Now get lost or I'll tell the Bo 'sun you two need more work." They looked frightened and ran off. Snickering, Kyra turned to the door and knocked once before turning the key in the lock. Elizabeth turned around when she entered.

"Oh…it's you." She murmured and sat down on the desk chair. "I wondered who had manners to knock."

"We're not all heartless or senseless." Kyra answered. "I was told to come to in here and see to you. Do you need anything?"

"Someone to talk too." Elizabeth said and Kyra fidgeted. She didn't have much experience with that. Her mother had died when she was nine.

"Well…I guess I could stay…" Kyra sat down across from her and Elizabeth smiled.

"Thank you. I didn't catch your name."

"It's Kyra. Kyra Barbossa."

"So…how long have you been on your own, lad?" Jack asked and Jason jerked his head up from where he had been messing with a hole in his boot.

"Eh?"

Jack smirked at the boy's feigned shock. "Don't tell me you don't." If the boy's skinniness hadn't already given him away, his worn clothes certainly did. He knew that some people couldn't afford much, but a pair of boots weren't much and at they could at least patch up holes in the boy's clothing.

Jason frowned. Did he have to ask that?

"You don't have to answer lad." Jack reminded him softly, trying to hide his disappointment. Jason shook his head. He could answer. He honestly didn't see any harm in it. The boy shifted before heaving a sigh, keeping his eyes trained on the dirty cobblestoned floor as he spoke.

"A year." Ah, that explains it. Jack tilted his head, examining the boy further. He had wanted a bit more but it seemed the boy wasn't about to give away anything without being prompted. Jack half-smirked. Two can play at that game.

"Your turn, lad."

"Oh." Jason murmured and then glanced at him. "Why did that guy have a skeletal arm?"

"A curse." That was it. No elaboration. Jason scowled and looked away, frowning deeply. It was apparent the pirate was playing games with him. Jack watched the boy scowl and knew he was figuring out real quick what was going on. "Look, boy, the more you say the more I say, got it? I'm only willing to tell you as much as you are willing to tell me." Jason nodded with a grimace and Jack nodded back. "Now then. Did you run from the people you lived with?"

"No." Jack frowned, figuring he was back to getting single answers until he saw the sadness in the boy's eyes. "She died."

"Ah. Sorry, lad." He was genuinely sorry. The boy looked like someone had just kicked his dog.

"She got sick," Jason continued, not really sure why he was bothering, but telling the entire story to this pirate seemed better. He hadn't told Will everything. He had known what he would say. Captain Sparrow might actually point out that it was his fault and it made him want to tell more. "She wouldn't see a doctor and I…I couldn't stand to be in the same room with her." Jack had a feeling he knew where this was going and was proved right when Jason locked eyes with him. "One night I came back real late from town…and she was…she was in the floor. Like she had been heading to the door." Jason glared down at his knees and Jack sighed.

"It wasn't your fault, lad." No wonder the boy wanted to leave.

"Yes, it was." Jason said clenched his fists and looked up at Jack, his eyes fierce. "Why does everyone say that? If I hadn't been out so late she wouldn't have gotten up to look for me." The boy's anger was understandable. He had felt the same. He had hardly spent time around his mother before she had died and had felt it was his own fault for not going to see her.

"You don't know that, boy." Jack told him firmly, remembering a conversation he had with his father a long time ago, and Jason glared at him for several minutes before he sighed, leaning back against the cool wall behind him. "Things like this happen. You couldn't have known what was going to happen."

"But I should have."

"You can't dwell in the past, lad. It only does more harm." They fell into silence with Jason poking at his boot again. "What was her name?"

Jason looked at Jack again. "Josephine." He murmured, a faraway look in his eyes. "She had the longest black hair I've ever seen and always wore these brightly colored clothes. She even had this orange silk scarf that had-" Jason fell silent as he heard Jack's voice.

"Little gold medallions dangling from it." Jack finished and Jason blinked at him. The pirate had an odd look on his face.

"You…you knew her?" Jason asked and Jack came out of his thoughts. He saw the look of puzzlement on the boy's face and nodded slowly. He couldn't deny it. "Aye." Jack was perplexed. Josephine hardly left Shipwreck Island. She and his father Teague had been friends for a long time and she had helped raise Jack after his mother's death. So what in the world had she been doing here? He couldn't believe that she was dead. Jack tilted his head eyeing the boy. Just who was this lad? And the hell did he look so damn familiar?

"Why were you marooned?" Jason asked and Jack almost forgot that they were still asking questions.

"That's one I'll not be answering, lad." He murmured. He wasn't about to dive into that story. The boy didn't need to know about that.

Jason wanted to protest, but he knew that he couldn't argue with the pirate so he just nodded.

"Had she always taken care of you?" Jack asked and Jason was half-tempted not to answer. He nodded slowly.

"As long as I can remember." He answered.

"Ah." Jack nodded. "And she didn't tell you anything about your parents?"

"Only about my mother. She…had to leave me here. Truthfully I have no idea if they are even dead. I just know that for last nine years no one has come for me. I think she was Spanish or something like that." Jason shrugged and then looked at Jack who was staring at him. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Because you look familiar."

"Do…do you think Josephine knew them? My parents?"

"Maybe, lad. Perhaps she was trying to keep you safe for them."

"I guess…I just wish she could have told me something. They might still be out there." Jason murmured and then he looked up at him. "So…how are you going to get out of there?" Jason asked the pirate, indicating the bars.

"Don't know yet." Jack replied.

"I could get you out."

Jack arched an eyebrow in surprise. The boy had up to that point been distrustful, so he had a feeling the kid wanted something. Jack almost smirked.

"Can you now? And what do you want in exchange for that?"

"Take me with you." Jason blurted. "When you leave." Jack blinked in shock and Jason rubbed the back of his neck, speaking rapidly: "I know I'm just a kid, but I know a lot about sailing. I can help you. The Interceptor can be crewed by two or three at the least. You need someone to run the sails and adjust the rigging while you're at the helm. Besides, you'll have a cabin boy. Not a really great start at crew members, but-"

Normally, Jack would have said no. It was dangerous out there for a young boy, but the lad… There was something very familiar about him and every minute Jack spent with him made it clearer. He knew it would come to him eventually. Besides, the boy would be good company and he did owe Josephine. She had been like a mother to him for years. Perhaps he'd find out why she had left Shipwreck and came here to take in the boy.

"All right, lad. All right." He said cutting off the boy's explanation and trying not to chuckle. The boy turned into a chatterbox right quick. "You find a way for me to get out and I'll take you with me." Jason grinned and Jack smiled back, unsure of why making the boy happy made him happy.

"I'll be back." Jason told him, standing up. "I know someone who can help me get you out, but it'll take some persuading." Jack smirked.

"Shouldn't be hard for you."

Jason shrugged. "It'll be a challenge that's for sure." He stated and then pulled an apple out of his bag. He tossed it to a surprised Jack who caught it instantly. "You need that more than I do." He told him and ran up the stairs before Jack could say anything. The pirate captain shook his head and bit into the shiny red apple thoughtfully. The boy was confusing to say the least.

Will woke up to someone prodding him and he groaned opening his eyes. He winced at the sunlight and then a shadow fell over his face. Jason was peering back at him, his dark brown eyes staring at him with concern.

"Will?" He heard the boy ask. "Will, are you all right?" Was he all right? He head hurt quite a bit. He was relieved to see that the boy was unharmed, through a bit tired. "You've got a lump on the back of your head. No too bad." He vaguely heard Jason murmur and then the boy was in his face again. "Look, taking a nap out here in the street isn't a good idea. Someone might step on you or think your dead. Come on." Will woke up a bit more as the ten-year-old began pushing and pulling on him.

"Elizabeth!" He yelled suddenly as his memory came back and sat back up quickly. Jason fell back onto his bottom in surprise and then he frowned.

"Well, glad to see you're okay." He snorted and jumped when Will turned towards him.

"They took her!"

Jason's eyes widened. "She's gone?" There was no telling what the pirates would do to her. "Why?" Will ignored him and Will stood up unsteadily. Jason stood up and grabbed his arm.

"I've got to do something!" Jason suddenly knew the solution. A way for him to help Sparrow and perhaps a way to find those pirates. The two from last night had known Sparrow so maybe Captain Jack had the answers Will needed.

"Will, I think I know someone-" Jason began, but the young man was already moving and the sentence faded to a question. "Where are you going?"

"To find Norrington."

"What's Norrie gonna do?" The boy frowned. "Will, I need your help with something. I promise it'll be worth your while."

"Not now, Jason." Will said, stalking towards Fort Charles. "Just go back to the smithy."

"But-" Jason scowled as Will started walking again and he rolled his eyes. He wasn't sure what he was going to do to get the young blacksmith to listen to him now. Will approached a table set up nearby and underneath it were Governor Swann, Norrington, and a few others. Jason kept behind Will waiting to see what he was going to do.

"They've taken her. They've taken Elizabeth." He said and Norrington didn't bother to look up from his map. Jason frowned.

"Mr. Murtogg, please remove this man." Murtogg moved to take Will's arm, but the blacksmith pulled his arm free angrily.

"We have to hunt them down. We must save her."

Governor Swann turned around to look at him. "And where do you purpose we start?" He asked, upset. "If you have any information concerning my daughter, please share it." Will looked away and Jason stepped forward.

"What about Captain Sparrow?" He asked and this time Norrington looked up. "You could always ask him."

"Yeah," Murtogg spoke up with a nod of his head. "He talked about the Black Pearl."

Mullroy rolled his eyes. "Uh, mentioned it is more what he did."

"Does that matter?" Jason asked, looking at them before rolling his eyes. "You want inside information, then make a deal with him. He could lead you to it." The more he spoke, the more Will was starting to consider what he was saying. Ta-da. Jason smirked.

"No, little thief." James stated and exhaled deeply. Silly child. "The pirates who invaded this fort left Sparrow locked in his cell, ergo they are not his allies." He turned his back to them as a dismissal and Jason scowled. "Governor, we will establish their most likely course-"

"That's not good enough!" Will snarled and buried his small hatchet into the wooden table. Jason jumped at the sudden action and then shook his head at Will.

James turned back around, plucking the hatchet from the table. "Mr. Turner, you are not a military man. You are not a sailor. You are a blacksmith. And this is not the moment for rash actions." He grabbed Will by the arm and pulled him off to the side roughly. "Do not make the mistake that you are the only man here who cares for Elizabeth." He looked down at Jason who watching them with raised eyebrows. "I thought the boy was supposed to be taken home."

"Is it a crime to walk around now? Commodore?" Jason asked and Will put a hand on his shoulder. "Mum's busy. She sends her regards." Will gave the Commodore a small apologetic smile, who gave them both a suspicious look in return, and pulled Jason along.

"Jason, what did I tell you about talking like that to people? I can't believe you lied to him."

"Its none of his business, Will." The boy stated and looked away. "He'd ship me off for sure if he knew." Will's face softened and he put a hand on his shoulder.

"I wouldn't let him do that." Jason shrugged his hand off and Will frowned.

"Yeah, well, come on. Sparrow's down here." He led the way in the fort and Will narrowed his eyes.

"How did you know?"

"Err…"

"You didn't stay inside like I told you!"

"Did you really expect me too?" Will scowled and Jason rolled his eyes.

"You can't tell me what to do!" Jason retorted and darted ahead of the blacksmith.

Jack woke up slowly. He blinked at his surroundings until he finally remembered yesterday's events. Apparently, the raid last night had given him another day to live. Jack sat up as he spied the sun coming in from the window and looked for something to get himself out with. The boy must have forgotten. He spotted the bone he had from last night and seeing the pointed end, began to jab at the lock.

He was getting nowhere with the lock and it seemed to be for the best as footsteps and low murmuring came from up the steps. Jack suddenly tossed the bone and laid back to pretend to be asleep as a pair of booted feet appeared on the steps. Jack shut his eyes.

"You, Sparrow!" A voice shouted and Jack lifted his head. He knew that voice. It was the young blacksmith.

"Eh?" Jack responded in a fake groggy voice.

"You are familiar with the ship-the Black Pearl?" Will demanded and saw Jack smirk when Jason came to stand next to him. Jason smirked when he pulled the bone free of the lock and waved it. Jack grinned back.

"I've heard of it." He answered Will who shifted impatiently.

"Where does it make berth?"

"Where does it make berth?!" Jack repeated. "Have you not heard the stories?" Will came closer to the bars and Jason did too. Jack continued talking with a smile, knowing that Jason was listening to him too.

"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 already know where it is."

"Like you." Jason murmured lowly and Jack grinned, his gold teeth shining in the sunlight. Smart lad.

"The ship's real enough. Therefore its anchorage must be a real place." Will growled, getting angry. "Where is it?"

"Why ask me?" Jack asked looking at his nails, but try as he might to look indifferent Jason could tell he was pleased that he had an audience and Jason smirked. Jack saw the smirk and his mouth twitched.

"Because you're a pirate." Will stated and Jack looked at him briefly.

"Really? I couldn't tell." Jason snorted and Will pushed at his head. Jack coughed to hide his laughter and Will rolled his eyes.

"And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?" Jack asked with amusement and Will suddenly got a very angry look.

"Never!" Will snarled angrily slamming his hand against the bars gaining Jack's attention at the same time that Jason jumped. "They took Miss Swann." He said more calmly, casting an apologetic look at the boy who rolled his eyes and Jack smirked.

"Would you just call her Elizabeth, already?" Jason muttered and Will frowned down at him. "What?" Jack grinned at them.

"Oh, so it is that you've found a girl. I see. Well, if you're intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue and so win fair lady's heart you'll have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me." Jack ended looking at Will. Jason elbowed him and Will looked down.

"Tell him you can get him out of there." He stated and Jack arched an eyebrow.

"How's that? The keys run off."

"I helped build these." Will, pointed at the cell door. "These are half-pin barrel hinges." He went over to a bench and lifted it placing it under the bars at the bottom. "With the right leverage and the proper application of strength…the door should lift free."

"Told you I'd find someone to get you out." Jason grinned at Jack who smirked.

"All right, lad. You held up your end. Go and get my things then, eh?"

Glad to finally have things going his way, Jason darted up the stairs with a wide grin, leaving Jack and Will alone. Will frowned.

"What's your name?" Jack asked giving Will a curious look.

"Will Turner." Jack's eyes widened briefly and a sly look crossed his face.

"That will be short for William, I imagine. Good, strong name. No doubt, named for your father, eh?"

"Yes." Will said a little confusedly, wondering why Jack took such an interest in his name.

"Uh-huh. Well, Mr. Turner, I've changed me mind. If you spring me from this cell, I swear on pain of death I shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonny lass. Do we have an accord?" Will wondered why Jack had changed his mind so quickly, but then just decided to ignore it.

"Agreed." Will said as they shook hands.

"Agreed. Get me out." Jack motioned and Will went to lift a bench and bring it over to the bars. After setting the lower half against the square metal bars, Will pushed down on the bench and Jack watched him with intrigue. The cell door creaked and then lifted up, falling backwards. Jack moved out of the way of the door and then stepped out of the cell.

"Hurry. Someone would have heard that." Will urged him.

"Not without the lad. He's got me effects." Jack stated and Will frowned. He grabbed Jack's arm, stopping him from leaving.

"What's your interest in him?" He demanded. Jack was slightly taken aback by the young man's anger.

"I don't plan on harming him." He answered.

Will remained unyielding. "Then what do you want with him?"

"The boy came to me last night and offered to get me out."

"In exchange for what?"

"Ask the lad." Jack dismissed and Will frowned. "Now I thought we were in a hurry?"

Jason jogged down the steps. "Let's go unless you want ol' Norrie Fancypants to find us." Will rolled his eyes and Jack grinned.

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