Authors Note: This chapter was edited and re-posted 06/16/2012

The Break Out

A few hours later, Nettie looked herself over in the small mirror. She had taken care of her wounds as best she could and had found some of the clothes and shoes Will had talked about earlier. She was now dressed in a light blue dress actually showed off her curves, and light brown boots that only went to her ankles. She left the top of her head bare, instead pulling her hair into a makeshift bun. The only things she had left from her old outfit was her silver earring and the leather pouch hanging from her neck. For once in a long time, she actually looked like a girl. An almost flat chested girl, but still. It felt a bit strange, but one did what they had to do to go unnoticed. Though she dd swear to get some better cloths the moment she could.

"Not too bad, I must say," Nettie said as she fingered the handle her knife, which was hanging at her waist and now fitted in its own sheath. She also had a sword now, the same one she had used while fighting earlier which now hung on her opposite hip. She usually didn't like using swords, but this one just seemed right in her hands.

Sighing, Nettie glanced over to other side of the room. Will, who she had placed in closest bed she could find, was still unconscious. What she really wanted to do was leave him and go look for Jack. But in her her mind she knew still owned him. So she decided that she would wait just a little longer and see if he woke up soon. If not, then she leave.

Huffing in feigned annoyance, Nettie sat in a nearby chair, tilting it back on its back legs as she watched the young man sleep heavily. "Wake up already," she muttered. "I have to go save Jack."

'If he's not dead already.' That thought made Nettie shudder. No matter how much she hated being practically attached to the pirate's hip, it didn't mean she wanted him dead, not in the least. Maybe jut because he'd grown on her, something that she wouldn't admit to anyone. After all, he had taken care of her for the last seven years...

Another hour passed before Will finally groaned as he started to wake up, and Nettie jumped up, with relief flooding her face as she went to his side. "Will! You're finally awake! Are you alright?"

Groaning again, Will brought a hand to the back of his head. "My head... What happened?"

Rolling her eyes, Nettie smacked him on the arm, causing him to give her a questioning look. "You went out and fought a bunch of pirates, you twit, and got bashed in the head! Are you out of your bloody mind? Why I ought to kick your lily white -"

"They've taken Miss Swann!" Will sudden exclaimed, snapping up.

Nettie blinked. "What - Who's taken the Swann girl?" she asked slowly.

"The pirates from last night," Will said with a growl, pushing his blankets to the side. "I've got to save her!" he said, getting out of bed and quickly making his way to the door.

But before he could even reach for the handle, Nettie was in front of him with her arms outstretched as she blocked the door and his escape. "Whoa, hold on just a minute! You're about to go running off again, and I won't have it! Last time you did that, I found you unconscious in the middle of the street!"

"But I must save Miss Swann!" Will said in protest, trying to get around her.

At that, Nettie had to hold back a grin. The boy obviously fancied the blond girl she saved yesterday. How sweet. But that didn't mean she could go let him make stupid choices because he was blinded by love.

"I understand that," Nettie said calmly as she tried to reason with him. "But think about it. Assuming she still alive, and I do hope she is, the pirate ship took her left port hours ago. How are you going to catch up? You certainly aren't going to swim after them. Do you have a fast ship at hand?"

Will shook his head.

"I thought so," Nettie said with a nod. "And even if you did, you don't have a a single crew member to manage it. And do you even know what the ship looks like? In what direction they were going?"

Another shake of the head.

"See? You've got nothing to help you at the moment. Listen to me," Nettie said when Will tried to speak out, "I can take care of getting us a ship, but you need to figure out what the ship that took Swann looks like and the general idea of where it was going, otherwise we'll just be wasting time looking around. Can you do that?"

"Well... I can ask Commodore Norrington. He might know." Then Will looked at her strangely. "Wait, does this mean you're coming with me?"

"What do you think?" Nettie sad with a wink, causing him to turn a little pink in embarassment. "I owe you a debt after all. And once I get Jack out of prison, I'll help you find your sweetheart."

At that, Will cheeks turned a darker pink. "She's not my sweetheart," he sputtered. "Miss Swann is a good childhood friend. Her father got me a job!"

"Ah huh." Shaking her head, clearly not believing him, Nettie turned around and finally opened the door. "Now come on. I guess we're paying Commodore Norrington a visit."

"Wait."

Nettie paused and looked back.

"I don't even know your name yet," Will pointed out.

"Oh, I didn't introduce myself?" When Will shook his head, she smiled. "Just call me Nettie."

About an hour's walk later, Will was leading Nettie to a large fort, which she was sure at one point had once been magnificent place. But now parts of the wall had turned to rumble, probably thanks to the canon fire from last night, with chucks of wood and stone were everywhere. Will went in first to while she followed behind him, her face partially hidden under a large cloak which she had nicked from a clothing store, though this time she left some money in its place when Will became angry over it.

It didn't take long to find Commodore Norrington, leaning over a map with Governor Swann at his side. And it didn't even faze him when Will stormed up to them, ignoring Nettie's hissed warning to stop. "They've taken Elizabeth!"

The Commodore didn't even glanced up. "Mr. Murtogg, remove this man and his companion."

With a nod, Murtogg moved to take Will, but he was brushed off by the anger blacksmith. "We have to hunt them down! We must save her!"

"And where do you propose we start?" the governor spoke angrily. "If you have any information concerning my daughter, please, share it!"

"You don't know you took your daughter, Governor Swann?" Nettie spoke, changing the pitch off her voice a bit so it sounded higher and being careful with her slang. "I'm assuming they took her for ransom, is there not a note?"

Finally looking up, the Commodore looked to her. "And you are?" he asked suspiciously.

"Miss Smith, at your service," Nettie replied from under her hood, giving him a small curtsy to the man. "I'm helping Mr. Turner find Miss Swann. So you don't know who took your daughter, sir?" she asked the governor again.

"No," the governor admitted with a sad look. "If they left a note, we haven't found yet."

"Some of the towns people are saying it was the Black Pearl," spoke up Murtogg.

"There is no such thing as the Black Pearl," Norrington said firmly.

"Well sir, that pirate Jack Sparrow," Murtogg said, "he - he talked about the Black Pearl. Like he'd seen it for himself."

"Mentioned it, is more like what he did," Mullroy was quick to point out while giving his friend a look.

Nettie's interest was suddenly peaked. That's right, Jack speak about it at the docks. And he did sound like he knew something about. Maybe he knew where it docked.

"Well, ask him where it is!" Will persisted. "Make a deal with him, he can lead us to it!"

"No," said Norrington, speaking to Will for the first time, but he was also staring at her as he was clearly still suspicious. "The pirates who invaded the fort left Sparrow locked in his cell, ergo, they are not his allies."

Well, Nettie already knew that. Jack had few allies, herself being one of them, and none would be here in a place Port Royal where the Navy was crawling everywhere.

Acting as if that was all the answer they needed, Norrington turned to Swann. "Governor, we will establish their most likely course -"

There was a swishing noise, Nettie jumped as Will embedded the ax he had brought along into the map and the table. "THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" Will shouted at him. "You need to go after them now, before they get away!"

Norrington looked to his ruined map with a calm look. "Turner, you are not a military man, nor are you a sailor." He took hold of the ax handle, pulling it out and placing it to the side. "You are a blacksmith." He then seized Will by the arm and hauled him outside. Another soldier was about to do the same with Nettie, but she stepped away and instead followed Norrington. "And now is not the moment for rash actions!" He looked Will in the face and said something in a low voice before letting go of Will's arm. "Now leave, the both of you."

Will gave the man a cold look before turning on his heel and marching away. Nettie nodded to Norrington politely before following after him.

"That was a waste of time," Will growled. "We didn't learn a thing."

"Where you not listening?" Nettie said as she looked up at him with a smirk. "We learned something alright. The Black Pearl and its crew took Miss Swann. Now, maybe we don't know where it is, but there is one person who does."

When Will looked at her in a questioning way, Nettie grinned. "Captain Jack Sparrow, of course."

Fifteen minutes later, Nettie and Will were making their way to the prisons, the latter obviously not liking the idea. But he also didn't have any other choice, so of course, he went along with it.

"Are you sure this will work?" Will asked as they approached the prison door, flinching away from nearby dead bodies that had yet to be taken away.

"Nope," Nettie said cheerfully as she finally pulled her hood down. "But its the only plan we've got. So we better hope like hell it does work."

Nodding in agreement, Will opened the door with a clang.

They made their way down the stairs carefully, making sure not to step on the body of a soldier near the bottom. Nettie didn't have to look far to find her captain, Jack was laying flat on his back in one of the first cells. A sharpened bone was in the keyhole, clearly he had tried to get out. Nettie rolled her eyes. And failed.

"You, Sparrow!" Will called out, not wasting any time.

Jack lifted his head. "Eh?" Then he saw Nettie. "My Nettie!" he said as he scrambled up so that he could stand to see them, his hands clutching at the bars. "You come to get me out!" He looked over her with a smirk. "And look at that, you have curves now. I should steal women's clothes for you more often."

Before he could even realize what was happening, Nettie pulled out her knife and held it at his throat. "You bloody idiot!" she snarled. "Do you know who you held hostage? The Governor's daughter! You put us at a risk that I can't ignore! You knew if we went to jail, we could just break out eventually. You're the one that put the pick in my boots, for crying out loud, and they would have giving them back. But no, you had to hold his daughter hostage!"

By the look on his face, Jack had forgot. "Nettie - "

"Save it, Sparrow." Nettie was only a little satisfied as Jack winced. "The only reason I'm here is cause of him." Nettie jabbed the handle of knife towards Will before sheathing it. "Ask away."

"You are familiar with a ship, the Black Pearl, yes?" Will asked.

"I've heard of it," Jack answered slowly. "Why?"

"Where does it make berth?"

The pirate looked up, surprised. "Where does it make berth? Where - Have you not heard the stories?"

Both Nettie and Will shook their heads, which surprised the young man. "Wait, you traveled with him, and he never said anything?"

"Like I said, he doesn't tell me a lot," Nettie said with a shrug. "Besides, don't you think I would have told you if I did?"

"May I go on?" Jack asked sarcastically, and both nodded. "Well, then. Captain Hector Barbossa," he spat out the first word, like it was a curse that should never be spoken, "and his band of miscreants sail from the dread Isle de Muerta."

"Island of Death," Nettie said with a raised eyebrow.

"Aye," Jack said with a nod. "Not very original, but there you have it. It's an island that can not found, except for those who already know where it is." He said it like it was a fairytale that was to be completly ignored. But neither of them were buying it.

"If no one knows where it is unless you know where it is, how can one have found it in the first place to tell others about it so that they may find it?" Nettie asked. "It doesn't make sense."

Opening his mouth to answer, Jack then let it fall shut a moment later. "Eh... never thought about it like that," he muttered.

"Anyway, the ship's real enough," Nettie said. "We've seen it." Okay, that was a lie at least for her, but she was a good liar.

"Right, and therefore, its anchorage must be a real place," Will said testily, gripping at the bars as he leaned in closer. "Now where is it?"

"Why ask me?" Jack asked.

"Because you're a pirate! "Will said with a roll his eyes, as if that explained everything.

"Plus the fact that you spoke of it like you were familiar with it," Nettie put in. "Now spit it out, Jack, do you know where it docks or not?"

"...Aye, I do. And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?" Jack said to Will.

The blacksmith's grip on the bars of the cell tightened considerably. "Never."

Raising an eyebrow, Jack didn't speak, instead, he studied the many rings on his right hand as if bored. Before Nettie could snap at him, Will growled. "Fine, then. They took Miss Swann."

"Oh, so it is that you found a girl!" Sparrow replied in a tone of mock delight, clapping his hands together. "I see, I was afraid you were a eunuch."

Nettie blinked and had to wonder where that came from.

"Well, if you're intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue, and so win your fair lady's heart, you'll have to do it alone, mate" Jack went with a shrug, looking away from Will. "I will not do it since I see no profit in it for me."

"I can get you out of here," Will replied, with Nettie having expected this reaction from her captain and telling him to say this before hand.

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

"The keys run off?" Nettie repeated with disbelief.

"Dog held the keys, ran off hours ago," Jack explained with a wave of his hand.

"I helped build these cells," Will replied as he glanced them over. "These are half-pin barrel hinges." Looking off to the side, he spotted a nearby bench, and with little effort, picked it up. "With the right leverage, and the proper application of strength," he explained, turning it over and hooking two of the bench's legs into the cell door, "the door will lift free."

Jack took a moment to examined him, looking curious. "What's your name?" he finally asked.

The question was out of place, and Nettie narrowed her eyes in suspicion, but Will answered it anyway after a moments pause. "Will Turner."

"Ah. That would be short for William, I imagine," the pirate said as he leaned closer, looking him over. "Good, strong name. No doubt named after your father, eh?"

"Yes," Will answered with hesitation this time. Again, Nettie was suspicious. How did Jack know that? Maybe he meet Will, or his father, before?

"Uh-huh." Jack looked Will over one more time, and as if confirming something he nodded. "Well, Mr. Turner, I've changed me mind. If you spring me from this cell, I shall swear, on pain of death, to take you to the Black Pearl and your bonny lass." He held out his hand. "Do we have an accord?"

Will looked from the outstretched hand to Nettie, who nodded. It sounded like a good deal, but none the less she would still keep an eye on her captain.

So with his own nod, Will took Jack's hand and shook it firmly. "Agreed."

"Good!" said Jack, pulling back his hand. "Now, get me out!" he said, waving his hands towards the cell door. "I don't want to be here when they want someone to hang."

Giving another nod of agreement, Will gave a massive heave, and the door came free, Nettie jumping to the side as it came clattering to the floor. "Hurry, someone will have heard that," said the blacksmith, already moving towards the stairs.

"Not without my effects!" Jack said as he moved over to the pegs that held his hat and other belongings. "My Nettie, they've got your things here as well."

Perking up, Nettie went over to them after waving Will to go ahead, and grabbed her bag. She checked to make sure everything was inside before slinging it over her shoulder. When Jack finished put on his jacket and moving towards the stairs, Nettie grabbed him by the arm and forced him to turn towards her.

"What are you planning, Jack?" Nettie said in a low whisper, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "I know you too well, you're up to something."

"And remember Nettie, I know you too," Jack said, reaching out and brushing some bangs out of her eyes. Nettie resisted the urge to blush or yell or even flinch. Instead, she just stared hard into his mud brown eyes. "I can tell when you lie. So I know that you've never seen the Black Pearl. And you were going to get me out if I agreed to help or not. So the question is, why are you helping Mr. Turner here?" he asked, nodding towards the stairs that Will took. "What does he mean to you?"

"I owe him a debt," Nettie replied. "He helped me, so now I'm helping me."

"Remember, you owe me a debt too."

"I'm aware of it," Nettie hissed. "I owe Will partly because he helped me get you out and away from the hangman's noose."

Jack blinked before he grinned. "So you do love me," he said sarcastically.

"I don't think in this lifetime, Sparrow," Nettie spat. Letting go of Jack's arm, she went up the stairs and gestured from him to follow. "Come on, now. Lets get out of here before we're caught again. I don't fancy a rope necklace today."

"Coming, my Nettie," said Jack cheerfully, which made Nettie glare at him.

Now they just need to figure out a way to get out of the for without anyone catching them...