Disclaimer: cries I love you guys! I'm always so happy to hear that people are actually reading my fic, personally I've always thought it was too mushy or Jack was ooc….goes off into her own little world But enough of me being dumb, here is the first part of the special 2-Part Christmas present I promised. Enjoy and have a great New Year

Chapter 14

Lucy sat in the corner of her cell on the pile of straw that served as a poor excuse for a bed. The window was barred with iron rods, there was no light except the pale beam of moonlight streaming through to the floor. Her clothes were beginning to smell, her hair was dirty and falling out of its braid, she was hungry and her eyes had bags forming under them. All in all she had never felt as awful as she did right now, a tear fell down her dirty cheek. She missed Jack, for the past four nights she had slept alone, two of them on an impossibly hard cot, the other two on the molding straw.

"Stop it," she told herself. Another tear fell, "I'm stronger than this!" Angrily she wiped the tears away and sniffed. Her nights had been lonely, there were no warm blankets, no calming candlelight or gentle rocking of the wave, and most of all there was no Jack to hold her and make her feel safe. The whole time she had been on the Black Pearl she had known he would reach over to bring her close to him and hold like one would a treasure. In his sleep he would wrap an arm over her waist or shoulders, his warmth seeping through to her. But she hadn't been sleeping, it wasn't like her to drift off quickly, so she could always feel his embrace. She had grown accustomed to the feel of him embracing her and she now could barely sleep because he wasn't there.

For the hundreth time she kicked at the straw and watched it fly into the moonbeams and sink once more down to the floor. Her head hit the cold ground and she used her long, thick hair as a pillow as best she could. Slowly she took off the ripped piece of skirt from her branded arm and looked down at it. Infection hadn't set in, she sighed in relief, and now shiny pink scarring was beginning to appear.

"I must look like a street urchin," she mused. Absently she re-wrapped the burn and drew pictures on the stone floor with the water from a nearby puddle. It came out to look a lot like the Black Pearl, she smiled a little before wiping it away with one stroke of her hand. The night passed sluggishly, she hadn't gotten much sleep, when a voice dragged her out of her half conscious state.

"Lucy! Lucy get up! We've only got a few minutes before they come to get you!" She sat up and saw her sisters and a man she had never seen in her life on the other side of her cell bars.

"Who's he?" she asked groggily.

"This is Jack's brother, Alexander. Now get up!" Amanda was not in a patient mood. She wanted to get Lucinda out and get to Alex and Zack's ship, the Black Diamond (sister ship to the Black Pearl) and get out of Jamaica. "Push up on your side of the bars and we'll do the same on our side. Alright?"

"Savvy," she mumbled, still not quite awake.

"Ha ha," Alex laughed, "she musta been 'round Jack so long she's picked up some of 'is habits!"

"Yes, yes that's wonderful now help us pick up this bench!"

"Touchy, touchy little 'Manda I'm getting' there!" Emma rolled her eyes as they lifted the heavy wooden bench and set it against the iron bars.

"On the count of three," Amanda said. "One, two, three!" They shoved at the cell door and within seconds the latches came out of the hinges and the gate fell away. "Someone was bound to hear that, come on!" said Amanda. They all ran out of the prison and hurried to the docks on the opposite side of the lookout point.

The Black Pearl

Jack could see the lookout clearly from his spyglass, he closed it and swung from the crows nest by a pulley and landed on the deck in front of the helm. The sun had begun it's descent to the horizon telling him time was running short. That was when he saw the fleet of Royal Navy ships guarding the entrance to the harbor. Again he took out his spyglass again and looked for the command ship, as he thought, Norrington was there in the lead, it seemed that old Norry had been given back he position, out of pity no doubt.

"Damn that bloody Commodore," he cursed. "Ready the guns!" The crew scrambled around getting prepared for battle against the Navy, and time itself. The one hundred cannons of the Pearl were all being loaded, Jack stood resolute, guiding his ship and men into the impending onslaught. He looked to the West, the sun was going fast, and he growled and yelled for Mr. Gibbs.

"Aye Cap'n?"

"Gibbs, I needs to get into Port Royal as soon as possible. If I don't, Lucy will be seeing the 'fast drop an' sudden stop' first hand. Savvy?" His first mate's eyes widened for a second, only Anna knew why they were really here. Joshamee Gibbs really thought women were bad luck to have on a ship, but he had grown fond of the girl Jack had snuck on. He couldn't think of an innocent thing like her, though feisty thing she could be, could be killed in cold blood like that; he had even tried to block out that thought ever since he and the rest of the crew heard her brave agreement to die in Jack's place. He didn't think Admiral Ragan would go through with it.

"I understand, sir," he set off to hurry the crew along.

"Ye better understand," he thought of Lucinda. The sleepless nights since they had taken her haunted him, it was impossible to rest without her body next to his. She was his as far as he was concerned, even if he knew she would hate to be considered as such. But he also knew that as soon as he had her safe and back on the ship she wouldn't leave it unless he was with her, this wasn't going to happen again. The Naval war ships were coming up fast to them, he saw Norrington shouting orders to his sailors.

As soon as they were in gun range Jack gave the order to open fire. The cannons exploded with bursts of red and orange flame and one of the enemy ships was hit near its powder magazine. The battle continued with volleys of cannon fire and soon Jack and some of his crew were able to board the command ship. He sought out Norrington, if he took him then the Commodore's men would be without a leader, not to mention that they were too stupid (in Jack's opinion) to go one without someone to give them orders. He found his man by the helm in a heated sword fight with Anna -Maria. It looked like Anna had gotten the advantage, but when she turned to see Jack and let her guard down. Norrington took the open moment and slashed her sword arm open, she screeched and clutched at it and walked backwards.

He was about to strike her down and throw her overboard when Jack made his move.

"Oy Norrington!" he looked over and saw the pirate Captain.

"Jack Sparrow, I was wondering when you would show up." James left his previous opponent.

"That's Captain Jack Sparrow if ye please. Now would ye mind lettin' me lady friend go? It ain't nice to hit a lady."

"I wouldn't call this wench a lady, but I'll let her go. I'd rather fight you!" he charged. They fought all around the deck, each having a turn at having an advantage, but neither was the winner yet. "How dare you show your face here again, Sparrow! I thought you would have been smart and stayed away!"

"Somethin' of mine was taken from me 'ere and I'm gonna her back!" he lunged at his stuffy opponent.

"That girl has an addled brain if she chose death on her own. It's her own fault that she decided to join the likes of you!" Jack looked to the sun, he didn't have much time left, the fight had to end, and soon.

"She's not addled!"

"I know what she did, selling information to pirates, attacking her rescuers, her own countrymen, warming your bed! She's no better than the women working the street!" The hard hearted Navy man pushed the pirate back in the railing.

"Don't you dare talk 'bout her like that!" He ran Norrington back across the deck so his back was on the rigging, he climbed up it with Jack at his heels. Then Jack heard William yelling to him, he turned to him, the younger mans face was full of pain.

"Jack! The sun!" His head snapped to the water's edge, sending his wild black hair across his face, there was a layer of bright pinks, reds, oranges and at the top a deep blue, but the sun had disappeared below the horizon. "My execution is set for Saturday at sunset," the words in her letter repeated in his mind in a horrifying echo.

He had failed her, then an image flashed before his eyes and in. A trap door falling down, a thick rope tightening around a white throat, her bound hands pulling at it as her bare feet dangled above the ground. The air to her lungs was cut off and then after many painful minutes she went still, deathly still.

"No," he whispered. Then he let out a long, anguished filled cry as tears coursed down his cheeks to be lost in his mustache and beard, it was the sound of utter heartbreak and the first time he had ever heard it. Both crews stopped fighting and looked at him as he descended from the rigging, seemingly forfitting his fight and slowly walked past them all to the plank that lead to his ship. His crew followed him and left the enemy confused and unsure who had won the battle. Jack opened the door to his cabin and called lightly to his first mate.

"Yes, Cap'n?"

"Set a course away from here," he said through a tear-choked throat.

"Where to, sir?"

"Anywhere! Anywhere but here!" he slammed the door in his elder's face. Anna –Maria and Will came over to Mr. Gibbs, she holding her wounded arm which had just been bandaged and the blacksmith still clutching his sword. After a slow nod they left together to set the course to leave Port Royal. Anna knew the ship would probably never see that place again, not that they would have it in them to do so anyway.