Katie watched as the Pearl shrank into the distance. She shivered in place as it continued to grow smaller and smaller, while Norrington came up besides her. "Lord Beckett requests your presence in his office."

Katie turned and spoke, "So, Beckett sent his lap dog to fetch me…" Norrington made a face. "Well you can tell him that he can shove it up his ass!" Instead of talking back, James Norrington grabbed her by the wrists and carried her over his shoulder towards Beckett's office.

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Jack Sparrow was charged towards his cabin, fuming. Slamming the door open, he ran towards his desk, flinging every object off it. "BLOODY HELL!" He ran towards the bookshelf and flung each book to the floor. His mind was racing… What was she thinking? Is she bloody crazy? Where the blazes are they going? What do they want with her? Jack, overwhelmed by confusion, collapsed onto his bed, punching the pillow… until there was a small clunk on the floor. Where his eyes deceiving him? On the floor in front of him was his very own compass.

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Katie, after much kick and screaming on top of Norrington's shoulder, landed herself in an empty cabin. On the lone bed in the room, was a simple satin gown, ready to be worn. Norrington spoke, "You are to go to the office, is that understood," glaring thru his teeth, seeing as he sported a fat lip.

"Crystal…" Katie whispered under her breath. He exited the cabin as she began to dress, still minor shivering, wanting the warmth of a certain pirate's arms, but she could wait. She didn't know how long she was going to be stuck on the royal navy's ship, so she had to make the best of it. She gathered her hair in a somewhat neat fashion and headed towards Lord Beckett's office.

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Jack stormed out of his newly destroyed cabin in search of Will. He approached the deck and found him bracing the foreyard. "What exactly are you doing Will?" Will continued with his work and breathed, "We'll go get her." Jack reached in his pocket and brought out the compass. Will stopped and stared, a puzzled look appear on his face.

"Uh Jack? Is that your compass?"

"Why yes Mr. Turner why do you think I'd be shoving it under your nose?"

"So are you telling me that it was pointless for Katie to board their ship but she did only to save our skins and there is some hope of retrieving her then?"

Jack weakly gave a smile, turning to find Gibbs. He found him at the helm, dozing. "Mister Gibbs! We have a heading!" Gibbs shot up from his slumber, awaiting orders. Jack gave him the motivation and coordinates.

He shifted towards the back of the Pearl, until he reached the rail. Unexpectedly he sat on the rail, his legs dangling over the edge, just like Katie days before. He rested his head in his hands and stared out to the open sea, fancying a girl… a girl who he only met but had such a strange and unyielding hold over him.

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Katie quietly entered the office, noticing what seemed to be a very much adorned cabin, not what she had seen before. There seemed to be some sort of a fireplace, which didn't feel right at all. She approached the desk and sat in the laden chair.

Beckett turned from his position at the window and sat in his own.

"So, you can clean up after all…" he sneered.

"Ha…very funny...Mr. East India Trading Company…"

"Clever dear…Miss...Uh…?"

"Katelyn, if you really want to know…Katie, if that's easier…"

"Katie, may I ask why you were on Captain Jack Sparrow's ship?"

Katie rolled her eyes… "Is this inquiry necessary? I mean, I don't want to bore you with the monotonous details Lord Beckett."

Beckett snickered, "I am just a curious man Katelyn, if you would continue."

Katie went into a faux story of how she ran away from home, stow away on a pirate ship and decided that it was a pirate's life for her. Beckett rose from his seat stepping towards the mock fireplace.

Beckett waved his hand over and Katie walked over to where he was. She approached the mantle and heard an unusual sound, like the sound of a heart.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Why, yes, that is the heart of Davy Jone's…" he continued, placing his hand on the box; "…And he who has the heart controls the sea." He sneered evilly. Katie stepped back a little, unbeknownst to the man's intentions.

"Well, it seems like you are an adventurous woman my dear…enjoying the life a pirate…you know…being a pirate pays a price...you see…"

Katie shrugged her shoulders and asked, "And that is?"

Swiftly he grabbed a hold of Katie and pinned her to the floor, grabbing her right arm and thrusting it under his arm. He reached for a poker in the fire, which had a familiar brand that Katie had seen in the movies…the "P". Katie began to flail, kicking and shaking to free herself from his grasp.

"Please don't!" But Beckett only ignored her pleas as he lowered the brand to just above her wrist. The glowing orange brand inched closer and closer until finally Beckett had branded Katie. She held her wrist, blowing on it to cool it down, only for it to hurt more. The "P" on her wrist seemed like a jail ticket, from now on, she would always be known as a pirate… great… she thought… Now if I can just get off of this piece of shit…

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Will Turner stood at the helm, waiting to be relieved of his duties as seeing he was very tired. The Pearl had been sailing for what appeared to be forever. Anna-Maria approached from the starboard side, clenching a bottle of at her side. When she stopped in front of Will, she took her last swig and handed the rest to him. " You'll need it…" she said, rolling her eyes.

"Why?"

"The captain wants to see you…"

"Oh."

Will slumped to Jack's office, the large room at the end of the ship, anticipant of what he getting himself into. He pushed opened the heavy door. There in a large chair sat Jack, three sheets to the wind. Will had never saw Jack that drunk before. His head continuously rocked back and forth in a rolling motion. Will cleared his throat and got Jack's attention. Jack jerked from his position in his chair and stood up.

"Will…Will, Will, Will, what in God's name are you doing in here!"

"Anna-Maria sent me…you need something?"

Jack's eyes crossed and pondered… " Oh yeah…that… I was informed earlier that The Flying Dutchman and the beloved royal navy have an accord between them, making them both up to something and…and…and…" Jack began to doze… Will rushed over and began slapping him in the face.

" Jack, keep it together man…what were you going on about?"

" Oh… What I was saying was…what was I saying?"

Will breathed a heavy sigh, " Jack, you were going on about how the Flying Dutchman and the British Royal Navy have an accord and they were up to something…and…" Jack jumped in…

" Oh right…I was wondering, why, when Katie…uh...elected…to go about their ship, why did Beckett just pluck her up…he don't even know 'er! What if they need her for sumtin? We've got to get movin'!" Will grabbed Jack as he was about to head for the helm, he guided Jack towards his cabin and laid him down on the bed.

" You need to sleep this off Jack…think of it…what would Katie think of you in a state such as this?"

Jack looked at him for a moment with a befuddled face and then nodded. "You're right, let me just…" and with that Jack Sparrow dozed off. Will Turner found Gibbs at the helm. " Brace the foreyard Mister Gibbs, we have a Katie to save."

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Katie left Beckett's office, feeling the most horrible she could have ever felt. Beckett had branded her, a mark that she would have to lived with for the rest of her life. She moved her way towards the starboard side and ran her fingers along the rail. She grabbed some rigging and stood on the rail, wondering if anyone would notice. She walked along, rubbing the brand. It had cooled down and it became smooth. Her head starting beating herself up again.

What are you doing, getting yourself on this ship? Leaving Jack? He was a safe haven for you…your so stupid sometimes! You don't even think! Why are you even still alive? You might as well just jump ship! You're pathetic!

Katie walked along til she reached a pile of cannons. She grabbed a one, rolling between her two hands. She turned to view what was behind her. There were no soldiers in sight, until a familiar wig came into view… Norrington.

"Katie, don't think you are going anywhere!"

Katie blocked his words. Only his mouth moved, like a movie put on mute. She gave a small nervous smile, saluted and jumped, hitting the water with a huge splash. Sinking, she began to feel loose, her hair billowing as she sank deeper and deeper. Her legs began to feel numb, along with her arms. Her eyes began to roll into her head as her body began to shut down.

As she reached the bottom, she realized that all she thought was a lie. She thought about Jack, and how she loved his crocodile smile, Elizabeth's laugh, and Will's compassion and honesty. She couldn't believe that she had chose this path. As she thought of death and how she needed Jack, an odd sensation had grabbed her chest as she fell unconscious.

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Somewhere not to distant...but far out of eye sight, a Captain Jack Sparrow awoke from his deep sleep…clutching his chest…

MUAHAHA! I thought I throw some sort of curveball in there. Fun Fact…I was having sort of a brain fart & couldn't think how to continue it, but right as I almost fell asleep, I had an epiphany and wrote a couple of chapters...so they'll be coming along somewhat shortly...REVIEWS PLEASE! That's what motivates me to write these faster!