Disclaimer: Let's make this one for the rest of the chapters. I don't own
POTC!

dawnie-7--No, nothing will happen between them for a long time.

darkestsky--Thanks for pointing that out...don't know how I mixed up fork
with throat. :S

iluvobandew--Aww, thanks! :-)

Laraeliae Black--Yeah, I thought it might be confusing, but it wasn't intentional. Trevor seems to fit the character and I like it for a girl.

Also thanks to redwinter, Jia Liushen Malfoy and DaydreamBeliever14.

*Impatiently waits for Cat to read*

Oh, and I'm SO sorry it took so long to get this up. You see, ff.net deleted my stories because apparently it went against guidelines (which is absolutely ridiculous because it didn't) and I was banned from uploading for a week. So anyway, I'm sorry for the wait and I'll try to get the next
chapter up faster.

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I clutched my map tight in my hands. Hay was scattered over the floor of the cell. It was small, dark and cold. The man--Sparrow as Smithy had called him--was seated in the corner. He appeared to be rather tall. Wild, long dreadlocks fell to his shoulders, entwined with beads and trinkets. A tri-cornered hat was pulled over his eyes but I could still make out the kohl that lined them.

"Matheson?" he asked incredulously, "You're Matheson?"

"As a matter of fact, I am."

"That's interesting," he remarked, "Always figured you were a bloke."

"Aye," I said, somewhat coldly, "Most do."

I slumped down against the cold stone of the walls. I had a wire for lock picking carefully hidden away in a spot no man would ever dare search, but I didn't dare use it yet. There were quite a few Redcoats milling around and I didn't fancy taking them all on.

"You're Jack Sparrow," I asked, sounding more like a statement than a question, "I've heard o' you."

Jack smirked and for the first time turned his gaze to me. "Most have."

I nodded and turned my attention back to my map. My father had given it to me, along with a tiger tooth necklace, just before he had died. He clutched my hands in his and whispered, "Take good care of these, Trevor. Don't you ever let them go." I promised. He had looked deep into my eyes and sucked in his last breath. His deep green eyes had slipped shut, his hand dropping from mine, his life gone forever. I had kept my promise. The tiger tooth necklace was hung faithfully around my neck, dipping just above my exposed cleavage. The map, of course, was clasped tightly in my hands.

The map was a guide to Devil's Fork, a treacherous canal that no sailor had successfully past. Legend told a treasure of great mystery and spoils was hidden there and it was my intention to retrieve it. Some would say the situation did not look good: I was in prison, scheduled to hang, and the treasure I was after had cost many a man his life. But there was a difference this time, something in my favor: I was Captain Trevor Matheson.

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The guards had, one-by-one, left. Sparrow and I were left in peace and I was ready to break myself out. Painfully aware that Sparrow was watching, I fished around in my shirt and triumphantly removed a piece of wire. It was not thick, nor was it thin, and it seemed perfect for the job.

Scowling at the look on Sparrow's face, I hissed,

"Wipe that look from your face or you won't have one."

Jack shrugged and smirked and left me to my work. I weaved my arms through the cell doors and expertly fitted the wire into the lock. I slowly turned it around, waiting for it to catch. It turned, and turned, and turned.

"That's not looking very productive," Sparrow said dryly. I whirled my head around and glared at him.

"Do you want out or don't you?" I turned my attention back to the task at hand and continued to spin the wire. With a click and a snap, the lock was finally opened. I smiled triumphantly and pushed the door open. I smirked at Sparrow, as if saying, "I told you so."

I decided to be nice and let Sparrow out as well. He sauntered out behind me, his eyes no doubt lingering on my backside. I rolled my eyes but said nothing, instead was hell-bent on retrieving my effects. I took my sword and pistol from the wall and strapped them to myself protectively. Sparrow did the same, tucking a pistol into his sash and adjusting his sword on his belt.

He put his hands together in a small bow, apparently out of thanks. I grunted in response and hurried on my way--I wasn't about to get caught twice in one day.

"This is the day," I said smugly over my shoulder, "You will always remember as the day you were rescued by a girl."

Jack reacted in offence, raising his hands in objection. "Let's hope we never cross paths again, eh?"

With a smirk, I told him, "I'll toast to that."

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I was running through town trying to outrun a group of Redcoats who had spotted me. Damn, this wasn't looking good. I weaved through crowds, vendor's carts and streets, trying to lose them. My feet slammed against the ground as I ran. My coat flared out behind me with the wind, my braided hair fanning out behind me. If there was one thing I could do, it was run. I glanced over my shoulder and noted with a smirk that none of the bumbling Redcoats were in sight. I ran some more just to make their chase harder and smacked into somebody.

"Trevor?" asked an undeniably female voice. I had run into Elizabeth.

"Ah, Mrs. Turner. Fancy meeting you again," I replied.

"What's happening?"

"Oh, not much. Escaped from jail, ran away from Redcoats, looking for a place to hide...nothing out of the ordinary."

Elizabeth chuckled slightly and took me by the forearm. "I know just the place," she said. And so I let the Governor's daughter lead me away to what she deemed a good hiding place.

We weaved through the crowds, moving quickly so we couldn't be seen clearly. Elizabeth stopped in front of a run-down looking place; a sign hanging out front that read 'J. Brown' with a hammer and anvil pictured. The local smithy, I deducted.

Elizabeth pushed open the wooden door, me following. The place was dusty but nobody was there. For the moment I was safe.

"My husband worked here," she explained, "Mr. Brown passed on--result of a night of drinking--and Will took over. He hasn't a replacement yet...nobody ever comes in here."

Until now, it seemed. There was a rustling near the back and the sound of footsteps reached my ears. I squinted in the darkness and saw a dark figure emerge.

"Ah, Matheson. What a surprise."

It was Sparrow.

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Just to avoid confusion, Trevor is, in fact, a woman.

Matheson: Damn right I am.

JoT: We know, Matheson.

Matheson: Please review! I'll give you all um, Matheson shaped cookies.

JoT: I, uh...don't think they want those, Matheson.

Matheson: Humph. Fine then, have Sparrow shaped cookies.

Please review; I'll have the next chapter up soon. It won't be such a long wait...sorry again about that.

~JackOnTop (formerly SeaRose)