Author's Note: Thank you all for the reviews. I'm glad that you're enjoying the story. Just as a reminder I don't own any or the characters, places, or things named in the Pirates of the Caribbean movie(s) or ride at Disneyland. Now with that said, here's more story. And yes Miranda is Davy Jones' great-great-great...etc Granddaughter.

Chapter 4- To the Pearl

"Jack Sparrow you put me down this instant," Miranda shouted through the sack before letting out a blood curdling scream.

"Quick there lads, I'm sure someone would have heard that," Jack said running ahead of the small group.

"You shall pay for this dearly Jack Sparrow!" Miranda continued to protest.

"Captain she's slipping!" Mr. Gibbs shouted.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Jack asked still walking ahead of them.

"How about some help?" Will answered for Mr. Gibbs. Jack looked at the two men struggling to carry the kicking and screaming Miranda.

"Oh alright," Jack said, "Just give her to me." The men placed her down on her feet and Jack picked her back up-before she could run away- and put her over his shoulder.

"I mean it; put me down once and for all." Miranda ordered.

"Easy love, you're screaming in my ear," Jack said. He then continued on to the Pearl.

"Hoist the anchor, we must leave Port Royal at once," Jack commanded, "I'll try calming this thing down."

"This 'thing'!" Miranda cried, "I may be dressed as a boy, but that does not give you any right to not treat me with respect."

"You're right love. How about this, I'll set you down and release you," Jack said opening the door to his quarters, "if you promise to listen to what I have to say and not try to attack me, savvy?"

"Are you mad?" Miranda shrieked," You've just kidnapped me! I will not just cooperate with a-a" She knew she had heard the name Jack Sparrow before, but now everything started to make sense, "A PIRATE!"

"I guess that's a good an answer as any," Jack set Miranda down on the chair by his desk.

"Now will you please listen to me? I have something very important to try and explain to you," Jack said kneeling in front of her.

"It appears that I have no choice do I Captain Sparrow?" Miranda said through the sack.

"No, not really," Jack smiled as he took the sack off of her, "And don't mock me." Miranda's eyes squinted a little from the light of the oil lamp that hung next to her face as the burlap sack was removed. Has soon as she had her bearings she raised her fist.

"I said not to attack me," Jack pointed his sword at the nape of her neck, "So put your hand down." Miranda brought her fist down as Jack followed the buttons of her top with the sword tip.

"That thing is not at all comfortable," she said rubbing her neck, "Where's my hat?"

"Right here love," Jack handed her the dark brown hat he pulled out of the burlap sack that previously help her captive.

"Thank you. Now what is this all about? Why did you have to kidnap me?" Miranda asked covering her rage.

"How familiar are you with the 'Loved Sorrow' curse?" he asked, his dark brown eyes looking straight into her green ones.

"Nothing," she confessed hesitantly.

"Oh bugger," jack bit his lower lip and stood up.

"What? Do not tell me that you made a mistake!" Miranda stood up next to him.

"Captain Jack Sparrow never makes mistakes, but I just need to make sure of something here," Jack said turning to face her, "I over heard that you mum died of a broken heart. Why is that?"

"I don't see what that has to do with a curse," Miranda started walking toward a small window in the cabin, but it was useless to look out it because everything outside was black.

"It has everything to do with the curse," Jack said following her, "You see if your mum fell in love with a man of the sea, left him, had a child out of wedlock, and then died of a broken heart, then she would be a victim of the curse." Miranda let out a small gasp and dropped the music box that she had been fiddling with.

"Yep, you're the right one," he pointed to her.

"How could you…"

"Have known that?" Jack finished for her. She nodded her head and turned to face him.

"That same thing has happened to many women in your family for hundreds of years," Jack explained moving closer to her, "All the way back to the lady lover of dear ol' Davy Jones himself. Tell me Miss Jones, was that your mother's surname or your fathers?"

"It was my mothers," she answered, "I still don't understand why you kidnapped me."

"Well, I've been sent to break this curse, but you see, I-I…need…err," Jack fumbled over his words.

"Help?" Miranda inquired.

"Yes. I don't know how to break it, and was hoping that you would," Jack said.

"Well I don't know anything about this," she said flustered, "So you can take me back."

"I'm afraid I can't do that love," Jack said walking clumsily back to his desk.

"Why not?" Miranda asked clearly worried.

"There's a woman that you need to speak with first," Jack placed his feet upon the desk, "After you do that, she will tell us both how to break this curse."

"Why do you keep saying 'we'? I don't see how this has anything to do with you," Miranda's rage was surfacing again her voice raising in volume and becoming colder, "And what if she can't help? What happens then?"

"Then we try and ask Davy Jones…again. He didn't believe me last time I spoke with him, maybe you could prove to him this is real," Jack closed his eyes.

"You didn't answer my first question," Miranda set her hands on the desk to balance herself as she leaned across toward Jack.

"That is for another time," Jack opened his eyes, "Now I must go Captain my ship…before the men think we're up to something." He stood up as a mischievous grin spread across his face and gave her a wink.

"Pig," Miranda whispered under her breath.

"You are more then welcome to stay here in my quarters, for the time being love," Jack said as he opened the door, "Just keep in mind that I will need a place to sleep tonight as well." His grin was still sprawled across his face as he left.

"Oh the nerve of that man," Miranda muttered to herself, "He thinks he's so clever. 'You are more then welcome to stay in my quarters'. He's a no good pig." 'But he's a slightly attractive pig,' a little voice in her head pointed out.

"Am I going mad? A pirate can not possibly be attractive," she asked aloud. She thought a moment and a smile found its way onto her pale pink lips as she played with her key necklace.

"One thing is certain. Captain Jack Sparrow will be sorry that he decided to get involved with my life."

"Is that her Jack?" Will asked as he approached the helm, "The only living descendent of Davy Jones."

"Aye, it's her," he smiled to himself.

"She looks like she'll be a handful Captain," Mr. Gibbs said joining them, "Ye will have to keep yer wits about ye."

"Thanks for the advice Mr. Gibbs," Jack proclaimed, "But you need not worry about me wits. I think I can handle the lass."