Author's Note: Another one dedicated to MrsPitt!  This one's also been touched up a bit too, by the way. Obviously. ^_^ Enjoy! I LOVE COMMENTS!

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Pirates of the Caribbean : The Wrath of Cortez
Chapter Three : Wenches Too
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"Alright!" Jack rubbed his hands together as he marched along the deck of the Pearl, studying his crew.  One by one, he called out the names.

"Gibbs!"

"Aye!" Mr. Gibbs straightened his posture slightly.

"O'Malley! Cotton!"

"Aye!" The other man was accounted for by a squawking parrot

"Collis…!" He continued down the line, until he reached the end, smiling devilishly. "Anamaria and our darling Miss Hannet."

Anamaria smirked as the girl who had bartended at the pub narrowed her eyes at Jack, though she was now clad in breeches and a blouse, along with her corset. "Tha's Mandie to you!"

"Right, right…" He waved a dismissive hand.  "And Elizabeth…?" He looked around for her curiously, before he finally spotted her.

"Aye." She stepped up to the line, now clad in one of her frilly blouses and a pair of Jack's breeches. "I borrowed a pair of your pants, I hope you don't mind…" Jack shook his head, almost in disbelief.

"No,  no, quite alright luv. Now let's be off!" With a clasp of his hands, everyone was off in a flurry, except Mandie and Elizabeth. Jack turned to Mandie first. "Glad ye decided t'join us after all…now 'ow about a rum, luv?" Mandie glared, pointing a finger at him as she started off. "I am not your wench, Jack Sparrow!"

"Keep tellin' yerself that, luv!" He cheerfully turned to Elizabeth. "Now…'ow about that medallion?" Elizabeth, however, folded her arms.

"No. Not until I see Will."

Jack sighed, swaying in Elizabeth's direction and waving his arms slightly. "Now, wot if we need it t'get 'im back?" He slid an arm around her shoulder. "I'll get 'im to ye, or ye to him, whichever be your fancy. I swear it on me life."

Elizabeth glanced over at him. "Jack…"

"No no, listen luv! I'll be sure we get 'im-"

"Jack!"

"Now, look. Ye just give me tha'-"

"Jack, I'm not giving you the medallion!" She moved away as Jack gazed at her, rather downheartedly.

"Why not?!"

"Because! I want to be completely sure that Will is safe." Somewhat hesitantly, she took his hands in hers. "I'm sorry." Jack nodded, smiling slightly as he kissed her hand.

"Quite alright, luv." He turned, shouting to the others. "Anchors away, lads!"

"Ahem?" Mandie's eyes narrowed from her spot at the anchor. Jack rolled his eyes, waving his hand rather dismissively.

"Wenches too…"

"JACK SPARROW-"

"'ey!" He stumbled backwards as Mandie lunged toward him, sword in hand.  As Jack quickly pulled out his own sword, Elizabeth let out a gasp, and Anamaria burst out into full-blown laughter.

"…YOU FILTHY, THIEVING-"

Elizabeth clasped a hand over her mouth while Anamaria moved away from the wheel to her. "Don' worry, luv!" She spoke between fits of laughter, watching as Mandie and Jack fought.

"…Now tha's a bit harsh, luv, I-"

"But she's going to kill him!" Elizabeth watched in horror. "Or at least the other way around…"

"…BASTARD! DON'T YOU EVER-"

"I didn' mean it, I didn' mean it…"

"…DON'T TOUCH ME…!" Mandie's words were accompanied by a loud clash as the two swords collided.

"Oh 'e'll be fine!" Anamaria continued snickering to herself as she returned to the wheel.

"Now ye'll call me Mandie, or the rum's overboard!" Somehow the bartendress had managed to get Jack against the side of the boat, the blade of her weapon to his neck, and her free hand clenched around his sword.

"Fine, fine! Mandie! Jes'…don' touch the rum, luv…" He attempted to gently push her away, and she quickly re-sheathed her sword, dropping Jack's to the ground as she stalked off.

Jack laughed somewhat nervously as he approached the two girls, using a ripped piece of his sleeve to bandage his hand. "Fiesty one, that wench…"

"Like a tiger…" Elizabeth laughed slightly, approaching him to help with his hand while Anamaria continued steering the boat.

"Aye…" He grinned wickedly, taking the wheel from Ana and giving it a good spin before turning to Elizabeth with the same wicked expression. "Ye should see 'er in bed!"