Disclaimer: I don't own POTC

Disclaimer: I don't own POTC

After dressing, Yardarm walked out on the deck, where she saw several sailors doing their jobs. Stopping one of the soldiers on deck, she asked him how long it would take them to get to Port Royal.

"About a week, miss." was his answer. Yardarm sighed. She would have to avoid Mercer for that long. Normally a week was short. But in this case, it would take forever.

"Is something not up to par, miss? If not tell me, and I'll be sure to fix it!" The young soldier beamed. He was thrilled that this beautiful young lady (he had no idea she was a pirate) had asked him. Normally young women asked Henry when they wanted something.

"Do you have your own cabin?" This took Samuel aback. What was she implying?

"Yes, miss. Er, what would you need with it?"

"Well, Mr. Mercer isn't very nice, if you know what I mean."

Samuel did not, so he stated that. He kicked himself, for tact had never been his strong suit. Yardarm raised her eyebrows at him, and he got her meaning. He nodded, and said,

"Right this way, miss? Excuse me, but what is your name?"

"Clara Windstorm, but call me Yardarm."

Samuel's eyes grew wide. Now that he knew she was a pirate, she intrigued him. Knowing Beckett wanted her for a reason, he would go sleep in the fo'castle with the sailors. He told her so, with which she responded that she would sleep on the floor, and he could sleep in the bed. He smiled at her, and when she smiled back, it made his day.

In Port Royal, Beckett's office…

Cutler impatiently paced back and forth in front of his desk. Why couldn't the bloody ship move faster? It was supposed to arrive in an hour, but he couldn't wait. What if they couldn't find her? No, he shouldn't think that way. He should think positively. They did find her. Wait, there's the ship!! Cutler ran all the way to the docks, when he stopped short. Realizing that he should look dignified, and wait for Mercer to come to him, he looked around to make sure nobody saw him. He then hurried back to his office, trying to look as if he hadn't run down to the dock. It wasn't long before Mercer came in.

"You brought what I asked you to?"

"She's on the ship, sir. I can't find her."

"I'll find her myself then. Out of my way."

Beckett called a carriage, and then rode down to the docks. Trying to restrain himself from running, he began to search the ship. Noticing that one soldier in particular kept staring at him, he turned towards him.

"Do you need something?"

"Um, no sir. I've just heard a lot about you, and was memorizing your features." The soldier looked down, embarrassed.

"What's your name?"

"Samuel Jackson, at your service sir."

The young man pleased Beckett. Smiling, he asked him "Would you like to show me how much of the ship you know?" He asked this because he knew that all soldiers should be able to know the ships they sailed on like the back of their hands. He also knew it might bring him closer to Yardarm. Samuel smiled. He knew the ship better than anybody else, because he and Yardarm had explored it one afternoon.

"Yes sir."

They set off.

Tortuga, Elizabeth's house…

Jack was in a tizzy. Elizabeth wouldn't hurry up. He knew it had been about a week since Yardarm had been taken, but he was firmly convinced that they would hang her as soon as they got to Port Royal. Elizabeth was just as convinced that they would not, but thankfully had decided to come with Jack, to ease his mind. She had said she would be ready today, so Jack had gotten there at 6 o'clock in the morning. Naturally Elizabeth was still in bed. So Jack had waited around until 7:30, when Elizabeth got up. When they finally left at noon, Jack was in a state of panic. He made the crew work as fast as they could to get out of the port. Elizabeth walked up to Jack where he was standing at the wheel.

"Jack, you know they won't hang her. I've told you time and time again, Beckett loves her. He would never kill her."

"How can we be sure? He never gave me a chance, why should he give her one?"

"Because he didn't love you like he loves her. Now stop moping, and make the best of the week.

Hope you liked this chapter. I'm sorry if it doesn't make a lot of sense, I'm really tired.

Pirate Queen