Okie dokie, peepie popie. Lol, that was weird. Anyway, this is chapter 21. My thanks go to SoftlySpokenHeart and Salisha, thanks for the fantastic reviews! I really appreciate!

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Thanks for the review! Of course Pia's situation will improve…eventually. Thanks again for the review!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own POTC.

I had managed to survive through the ladies' excitement as they discovered my engagement to Beckett. I sniggered to myself as I turned around in my bed waiting for time to pass.

I was a pirate, and even though I said that I had 'retired' from that profession, my motto always said: 'Once a pirate, always a pirate.' I chuckled to myself as I got up from under the covers and put on my pirate outfit, except for my boots, that way I'd be more silent. I had managed to convince Emma to wash it and dry it for me (along with my self-designed underwear).

I had also managed to steal back my weapons. It was pretty easy, to be honest. They were in Beckett's office. Sometimes I think that others make my finding back of my weapons for me far too easy. Either they're incredibly stupid or else I'm a genius, I rather doubt it.

I had also managed to steal a large chunk of bread, a water-flask and a handful of nuts (which I wrapped in a piece of cloth). I put everything, meaning my weapons and food, in a cloth bag, slung it on my shoulder and climbed down the window. You may ask 'How so?' Well, let's just say that without the help of an ivy, I wouldn't have done it.

My destination was Port Royal prison, but I didn't go to their front door. No, instead I went to the cells' barred windows, looking in each one. I had almost given up, but decided to check the last couple of cells and Jack turned out to be locked in the last one.

"Psst! Hey Jack, Jack wake up!" I whispered through the bars. But his snores continued uninterrupted. I couldn't risk speaking again so I picked up a small pebble and chucked it towards him. I laughed quietly to myself as it hit him square on the nose. Needless to say, this woke him up. However, he wasn't happy with me. And with good reason.

"You know this is your fault," he growled. I hung my head and whispered "I know, and I'm paying for it, dearly." "What do you mean?" he asked, the iciness from his voice melting away. "Do you know why you weren't hung this evening?" I asked as I looked up at him. He shook his head. "Because-because, I," I shook my head, not being able to utter the word. "Out with it, lass," he whispered. In response I lifted my left hand, letting the ring glimmer and gleam in the moonlight.

He paled as soon as he saw the ring. "Who?" was all he could mutter. "Beckett," I replied. "And you accepted!?" he hissed. "There was no other way! It's the only way I could have saved your neck and mine!" I hissed back. "Well, if you didn't-" he started, however I interrupted him.

"I know, I know. If I had listened to you none of this would've happened. But we've no time for this. Beckett is still trying to kill you. He's going to starve you. I brought you food; don't eat all of this tonight. Save some for tomorrow. Here," I said as I shoved the cloth bag between the bars.

He eagerly opened the bag took out the flask. He tasted its contents and looked at me in dismay. "No rum?" he asked. "Just be thankful, it was so bloody hard to get you even that," I replied. He looked into the bag again and opened his mouth to ask me about the weapons, no doubt. "I've no time. Hide everything under your bunk. Try not to loose anything. I'll work out a way to steal the keys, but you have to stay here for a week, so as not to raise suspicions," I whispered. "I have to go," I whispered as he hid the bag under the bunk.

"Wait," he whispered back. "Go to the docks, search for the Pearl. Gibbs should be there by now. Tell him to hide the ship behind the cliffs. Tell him to bring me food every night. Also alert him when you manage to steal the key to be prepared with the ship ready to set sail." He said.

I nodded before I ran full speed to the docks, where I found the Pearl. After relaying Jack's massage to Gibbs, who should I say was anxious about his Captain's condition; I raced back to Beckett's mansion. I climbed to my window and before fully announcing my presence; I hung by the ivy listening in case someone was in my room.

Pleased when I heard no sound except the clock's ticking, I hauled myself through the open window, closed it, removed my clothes and hid them and put on my nightdress, which in my opinion was way too long. I let myself fall on the soft bed and, without bothering myself to get under the bed sheets, I fell asleep, missing Jack's lumpy bed and my hammock.

That's all folks, I'm terribly sorry it's so short. But I had a bad case of writer's block. Please review and I'll give you cookies : ).