Jack Sparrow: Ahoy! I don' know where me daughter went, so I doin' this junk fer 'er...note 'ere says she'll be back fer the next chappie-what the 'ell is a chappie? Also said 'nuther kinda long chappie...read an' review....don' let Ragetti get control o' the keyboard...make sure no one goes in ter 'er cabin....look at end o' chappie fer preview o' next chappie. Still don' know wot tha' is...she don't own POTC or it's characters...owns the plot an' Emily...an' there's rum in the fridge! *zooms ter fridge an' gets drunk*

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"EMILY!" Elizabeth cried as she hugged Emily.
"Oy, lass, wait yer turn!" Pintel said while pulling Elizabeth away. He gave Emily a big bear hug. "An' I thought you were supposed ter save Ragetti! Looks like 'e proved me wrong!" he laughed as he messed up her hair.
"Don' forget, Pintel, ye helped!" Ragetti laughed as Pintel let him hug Emily. Then, he rested his forehead against Emily's and said, "I see ye've get yer spirit back." He grinned before kissing her.
"Get them!"
"Norrington! No!" Elizabeth cried.
"That is my fiancée he is kissing!" Norrington cried. "I will not tolerate that!"
"I will not allow you to take away her spirit when it has just been rekindled!" Elizabeth cried.
"You and I both know he is a criminal, Miss Swann! I am a man of the law and I follow it!"
"Then you must take Emily to jail too!"
"The governor has given me orders not to send her to jail."
"Yes, well, I can give you orders too. I order you to not put Ragetti and Pintel in jail and to free Jack Sparrow."
"You are not one to give orders, Elizabeth," the governor said.
"But daddy-!"

An officer handed Norrington some iron cuffs. He walked towards Emily and Ragetti.
"I won' let ye take 'em!" Emily cried as she turned around. "We've been separated long enough. We don' need ter be separated fer the rest of our days. Either you kill meh with 'em or let 'em go-including me dad. An' if it no ter both, I kill me self right here, right now."
"You have no weapons, Miss Sparrow," Norrington laughed.
"Tha's what ye think." Emily pulled a pistol from two officers.
"Pick one, Commodore!" Will said as Emily held one to her head.
There were two bangs as Norrington shot each of the guns from Emily's hand.
"Neither. Clap her in irons, but leave her here. She's under house arrest until May the thirtieth when we shall be wed and Mr.'s Ragetti, Pintel, and Sparrow will be hanged after," he said.
"Not fair!" Elizabeth, Will, and the pirates cried.
"Don' touch meh ye dogs!" Emily cried as she struggled against the officers putting the cuffs on her.
One of them knocked her out with the base of his gun and she fell unconscious to the ground.

"Bloody 'ell.where am I?" Emily groaned as she woke up. "Where's me sword?"
"It was lost in the fire two days ago."
She sat up and saw Will and Elizabeth.
"There was a fire?" Emily groaned as Elizabeth gently pushed her back down and placed a cool cloth on her head. "Oh yeah.Ragetti an' Pintel saved meh.I'll kill Norrington. I'm not gunna marry 'im. Ragetti said tha' I'm ter marry 'im.not Wig Boy or Barbossa."
"Huh?"
"Oh, I told 'im I'd rather marry Barbossa-skeleton an' all-than Norrington. Where are we?"
"Well, you have been placed under house arrest, so naturally, Norrington had you placed in the worst living quarters in all of Port Royal- My house," Will said.
"Are ye kidding? Ye 'ave the best house of all! Ye even have a built in blacksmith's shop!" Emily laughed as he handed her an apple. "Why are you two waiting on meh hand an' foot?"
"When you were unconscious, we had a doctor check you out. He said to make sure you stay in bed for a while," Elizabeth explained.
"But I feel fine."
"You feel fine, but that doesn't mean you are,' Will said.
"What does 'e know? Get Ragetti in 'ere an' 'e'll say I'm fine!"
"Is Ragetti a certified doctor?" Elizabeth asked.
"No, but 'e's a damn good one!" Emily said. "'E can heal most wounds an' fix broken limbs!"
"Oh really?" Elizabeth said.
"Yeah.' Emily rolled up her sleeve and they saw a rather large scar. "I broke me arm. The bone had ripped out of me flesh. Ragetti healed it- though, it 'urt like 'ell."
"I just lost my appetite,' Will said.
"Will, ye've seen worse.'ell, I remember tha' curse! Don' tell meh ye don'!"
"I do. Now get some more sleep. You'll be able to come down to the shop the day after tomorrow."

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Jack Sparrow: okay, so now fer the preview...the wedding is getting' closer, but Emily is desperately tryin' ter find a way out. Some cross dressing is involved...there's rum involved-I'm readin' tha'....and she says she needs help deciding where in Port Royal the wedding an' hangin' should take place, but the area has ter be good fer escapin'...also, include some details 'bout what it looks like...an' all of them will be safe, can't say uninjured, but safe...and me daughter's sorry for bashing- 'ell, she 'as 'er own language!-Norrington.