Gosh, thanks for all the reviews! I love you guys! Here's Chapter 4! My fingers are not cooperating with me today, so I'd write more but it's taking too long and I'm pressing all the wrong buttons! (Don't be surprised if you see spelling or grammar mistakes)

Jack and Arabella stumbed out the big doors of the governor's mansion. Jack pulled his friend over behind a large hedge.

"WHAT were you thinking!?" Jack said as he faced Arabella.

Arabella shivered when she saw how angry he was. "I can explain!"

"Yeah, sure, go ahead and explain why you DIDN'T meet me at the Faithful Bride! Explain why you DIDN'T tell me you weren't coming!" Jack yelled in a sarcastic tone.

Arabella blinked hard, trying not to cry. "I'm sorry! Ok!? I planned on meeting ye tommorow! Today-" Jack cut her off. "Tommorow!? Bell, you didn't tell me anything about tommorow!"

"Look," Arabella said and looked Jack straight in the eye. "I know yer angry about the Fitzwilliam thing..."

"Oh, yeah, there's Fitz too! What the heck was he doing here? And no, I'm not jealous of stupid Fitz, and don't think that I am! All I'm angry about is about how you didn't come meet me and why you chose not to tell me where you were going!"

"Ok! Ok! I'm sorry! I should've told ye! I'm sorry!"

Jack's expression softened. He opened his mouth to say something, but someone yelled, "There they are!" Jack and Arabella spun around to see a group of Royal navy soldiers pointing at them with guns. At the front of the group was Fitzwilliam, who also was the one who spotted them.

Jack winced. Not good! he thought. He and Arabella immediately started running. One soldier fired at them, but missed purposefully. "Cease fire, you idiots!" Fitzwilliam ordered them. He didn't want them to kill Arabella.

The two teens, meanwhile, ran throught the streets of Tourtuga. Jack noticed that they were near the pier where he found the boat they would leave in. He glanced behuind himself. he soldiers were getting closer, but a drunken, very overweight pirate was blocking their way. While the soldiers unsucessfully tried to run past the man, Jack smiled. He found just the opportune moment to get away. Jack crouched down underneath a stand which would be selling meat if it wasn't late at night.

Arabella looked around wildy. Where'd he go!? she thought.

"Hide!" Jack whispered, dragging her under the stand. He peered out to see where the soldiers were. They got over the pirate but now couldn't find Jack.Arabella opened to say something, but Jack whispered, "Wait 'til they're gone. Then we'll leave." Arabella nodded in agreement. She like how Jack thought quickly in despreate situations like this.

The next night, the Barnacle II (Which is what Jack named the new boat because it looked so much like the old Barnacle) danced on the calm waves.The captain slept in his hammock below decks.

Jack, half-awake, felt someone poke his shoulder. Jack groaned. Then the poke got harder. Jack opened an eye. "What?" he mumbled at Arabella, who stared down at him. They already apoligized earlier about that night in Tourtuga, so what did she want to tell him now?

"I think I heard someone on the boat," Arabella replied sleeply.

"Ship," Jack corrected. "And, Bell, there's no room for a stowaway on this ship. Go back to sleep." Jack turned over, away from Arabella, and closed his eyes.

"But I can't sleep," said Arabella.

Jack groaned again. "Obviously, because everyone knows you can't sleep when you're bothering someone who'd rather sleep themselves!"

Arabella sighed. "Ok, fine. Goodnight." She walked back to her hammock.

Jack didn't reply.

The next morning, Arabella stumbled into the sunlight as she walked up the small stairs from the sleeping qaurters. She walked over to jack, who was already awake and standing at the wheel. "What's for breakfast?" She asked.

"Pickled fish, pickled fish, more pickled fish, and did I mention pickled fish?" Jack laughed. "All this 'pickled fish' stuff is making me hungry." Jack walked over to the nearest barrel on the deck, sticking his hand inside to grab a fish.

Arabella looked up at the sky. It was such a pretty day, perfect for sailing. Suddenly, Jack screamed and she turned her gaze to him. Jack was staring into the barrel, cursing at whatever was inside. The barrel fell on its side- by itself. Arabella ran over to Jack's side. "What is it?"

Jack frowned. "You'll find out now." he said as he kicked the barrel.

"Ow!" The barrel said in an unusually familiar voice. Wait, Arabella thought, Barrels don't talk!

Then, none other than the aristrocrat Fitzwilliam crawled out of the barrel, exhausted. Arabella gasped and Jack hid behind Arabella. Fitzwilliam looked up at her and smiled weakly. "Hello, Miss Smith," Fitzwilliam greeted her. "Where's Jack?"

So, yes, it's not the end of the story! Muahahaha! the next few chapters are going to be hard, so I might not upload them soon, but don't worry, they'll come!