"We need to go after them!" Jack shouted at Barbossa. They were in the Captain's Cabin, standing at a table covered with maps of the area. Jack had his hands on the table.

"We need to make port!"

"No, we need to find that ship, get Christine back, and blast those bilge rats out of the sea!" Jack shouted.

"With what?" Barbossa asked. "I already told you we're out of shots, and we both know that forks, crushed glass, and whatever else you can find around here wont do much damage. Not to mention that we're running low on food."

"If we don't go after that ship, we'll be too late!"

"Too late for what?"

"Hector, she was found on a pirate ship! She could be charged for piracy!" Jack said, before sitting down in a nearby chair.

"And?"

"When I was a teenager, I was nearly killed for associating with a pirate. That's was with barely any proof. Christine was found on a pirate ship, being protected by the pirates. They could kill her."

"Jack, we need to make port if you want to have any chance at getting her back." Barbossa said, before handing Jack a bright green apple. "It should help some."


A month later on the Navy ship...

"Commodore, we have bad news!" An officer said. "We just got word from Tortuga. Jack Sparrow's dead."

"What?" Fitzwilliam shouted, shocked. "How?"

"Supposedly, he was poisoned by another pirate." The officer said. "A poisoned apple."

"Let's head for Port Royal." The Admiral said. "Without Sparrow, that girl is of no use to us."

"Admiral, we could still use her for ransom!" Fitzwilliam said, thinking quickly. "If we can find Teague-"

"No one has seen that man in over thirty years. For all we know, he could be dead." The Admiral said.

"But if Teague is still alive, he'll kill all of us once he finds out his only grandchild is dead!"

"That little girl is more useful for-"

"She's only six! She doesn't deserve to die!" Fitzwilliam shouted. "She's done nothing wrong!"

"She was on a pirate ship! That's enough!"

"No it's not!" Fitzwilliam shouted. "She's a good girl! She not a pirate!"

"Not yet, but we all know she will be. It's in her blood. She has to die." The Admiral said, walking pass Fitzwilliam, but stopping next to him. "And you need to remind yourself of where your place is."


That night...

Christine smiled as she saw a lantern approaching the brig. "Hi Fitzy!"

"Hello Christine." Fitzwilliam said. "Now I need you to be quiet, ok?" Christine nodded. Then Fitzwilliam took something out of his jacket pocket. "I could get killed for this."

"For what?" Christine asked in a whisper.

"For getting you out." Fitzwilliam said, turning the key in the lock and opening the door. "Now follow me."

"Shouldn't there be someone on deck as lookout?"

"It's a volunteer job. I volunteered." Fitzwilliam said, grabbing her hand. As quietly as possible, they snuck up to the deck, where Fitzwilliam had a long boat ready. "Now, up we go." He picked her up...

And then they heard what sounded like a million muskets cock.

"Commodore Fitzwilliam P. Dalton III, you're under arrest for conspiring to set free a-"

"A child who would otherwise be hanged for piracy?" Fitzwilliam offered, setting Christine down on the deck. "I will not just stand and watch as an innocent child is sacrificed for"

"Enough." The Admiral shouted, before turning to the officers near him. "Arrest them." He then gave Fitzwilliam a cold look. "Lucky for you, we're only a week away from Port Royal."


I'll update soon