[A/N: Hey again! Thanks to Laraeliae Black, Ruby Hawk, and Stina for reviewing. They always make me feel so special. I'm sorry the last chapter wasn't my best one, but this chapter's much better. Enjoy!]

Disclaimer: I do not on Pirates of the Caribbean.

Michelle woke up from the sun's light flooding into her room. She hadn't slept in this late for weeks. It was great to not be woken up every morning by Will. She went over to the small dresser in her room and pulled out a shirt and a pair of britches. Just because every one knew she was a woman didn't mean she was going to wear a dress all the time. She slipped on her boots and walked out onto deck.

The first person she noticed was Jack ordering the crew around. Michelle smiled. She didn't forget the kiss that they had shared last night. She walked up to him and said, "Hey Jack."

"Good, you're up," he said, not looking up from the men working on deck. "We need some more hands. The wind's picking up."

Michelle frowned. The least he could say was hi to her. He did like her, didn't he? As she started to climb up the rigging, she got a sickening feeling in her stomach, and it wasn't from being off of the deck. She had done it a hundred times. It was because a thought occurred to her. What if Jack didn't want to kiss her? He was drunk from drinking while they were playing cards. A drunken person does things they wouldn't do sober. Was kissing her one of those instances? She heard screaming below her. She looked down and saw Will waving his arms and screaming, "Michelle! Are you going to stay there forever or are you going to do something." During her thinking she had stopped. Blushing, she continued her way up.

When she got back down, she walked back to the stern of the ship and stood there with her hair blowing in her face. A solitary tear fell down her cheek. She shivered. The happiness she had felt when Jack kissed her started to erode away. It seemed that her life had always been full of sorrow. Why can't something good happen to her for a change? All of the sudden she felt a hand wrap around her waist. She looked up and saw Jack. "Are ye ok luv?" he asked.

"I'm fine." She wiped her cheek so Jack wouldn't see that she had been crying. "Just a little cold."

"Here," he said as he slipped of his jacket and put it around her shoulders.

"Thanks," she replied, smiling. He returned the smile, but turned around when he heard Will calling his name. "Duty calls luv," he said, planting a kiss on her cheek before walking over to see what Will wanted. Her happiness returned to her. If that wasn't proof that Jack cared for her, she didn't know what was.

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Michelle couldn't help smiling. Tortuga was just the same as it was when she left. She walked around the familiar streets looking at the many drunks in the street who stared back at her with bloodshot eyes. Shaking her head, she thought, 'Some things never change.' She made her way over to where she used to work: Christina's Pub. When she walked in, the sound of laughing and the sloshing of rum in tankards met her ears. She walked over to the bar and saw Christina serving some men. "Excuse me miss," she said. "This pub is filthy. I must speak to the owner." Christina looked up and smiled.

"Michelle!" she exclaimed, giving her a hug. "You're as brown as rum! You've been spending a lot of time in the sun, I see."

Michelle laughed. "That's what being on a ship does to you."

They started talking and Christina told her how business was going. A man called, "Hey Christina! Where's me rum?"

Christina looked down at the tankard in her hand. "Oh my! Sorry sir!" she yelled at the man. To Michelle she said, "I'll talk to you later. Duty calls."

"I'll help you out." Michelle picked up another tankard that was resting on the bar and delivered it to the table where the man was. She went back and stood behind the bar. It seemed so long ago a man swaggered through the door and told her about being a pirate.

"Excuse me luv," said a man behind her. "Can I have five rums?"

"Right away sir." She poured the drinks and turned around to give them to the man. "Here-" she started but sopped when she saw the man she was giving the drinks to. Jack smiled and said, "Would ye like to join us luv?"

"I would love to Jack." They carried the tankards over to the table where Will, Elizabeth, and Gibbs were already sitting. They placed a drink in front of each person, and Michelle and Jack sat in two empty seats at the table. "Jack, I told you not to get me any rum!" Elizabeth said. "I'm not going to drink it."

"That's ok. I bet someone else at the table would like it," he replied with a wink.

She sighed and scooted the drink across the table towards him. Jack had a face of mock surprise. "Why thank you Elizabeth. I feel so honored to have your rum." Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

After an hour of drinking and talking, all the men at the table were drunk from the rum. Jack scooted his chair so he was right next to Michelle. He started kissing her up her neck and wrapped his arm around her while he rested his other hand on her leg. She was enjoying it when she felt his hand rise up her leg and onto her stomach, making her feel uncomfortable. But he didn't stop there. His hand continued up until it was resting on her breasts.

Michelle jumped up, causing everyone at the table to look shocked, but no one more than Jack. Michelle was furious. "I should've known that was all you were after," she spat at Jack. "Well Captain," she pronounced this with venom, using all the anger boiling up in her, "I'm not going to be your whore." She stormed off with the whole bar staring at her.

She walked out and leaned against the brick wall of the pub. She couldn't believe that she thought he might have feelings for her. It was Jack. He was always with a new whore and had never been in love with anyone as far as she knew. She should have known he only wanted to sleep with her. All of the sudden she felt a hand over her mouth. "MMM!" she screamed. Her attacker led her into an alley where he gagged her and tied her hands together. She tried to struggle free but he was stronger than her and soon had her tied.

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Jack sat stunned as he watched Michelle storm out of the pub. No woman had ever acted like that to Jack. But then again all the women he was with were whores. "Jack, are you going to go get her?" Elizabeth asked with an annoyed tone in her voice.

"Right," said Jack. He got up and walked out the door. He looked left and right, hoping she hadn't run too far away, but he didn't see her. "Michelle!" he called.

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"Michelle!" At the sound of her voice being called, Michelle turned her head and saw Jack looking down the street. "Michelle!" he called again.

"MMM!" Michelle screamed louder than before and tried to get out of the man's grip. She succeeded and started running towards Jack when she felt the man put his hands around her middle and hoisted her up on his shoulder.

"We don't want you running away now," he sneered and waked out of the alley and down the street with her on his shoulder.

Michelle started kicking her legs and hitting him in the back with her tied up hands, but he was a big man. To him her blows could have been rain droplets. But that didn't stop her fighting back. She kicked and her shoe came flying off over her head and headed back the way they came.

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"Michelle!" Jack screamed. Where could that girl be? Unless she sprinted to wherever she went, he should have seen her by now. "Mich- OOF." Someone had just hit him in the head, cutting him off. "Who 'it me?" he said, turning around and giving suspicious glares to all the drunks on the street. He looked down and saw a red shoe on the ground. "Who threw a shoe at me?" He looked ahead in the direction the shoe had been thrown and saw the strangest sight: a man was holding a kicking woman over his shoulder. A shoe flung into the air and broke a glass window nearby. That must be where the shoe came from. He turned around and was about to walk away when he looked at the shoe in his hand. It reminded him of something, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Then he remembered that Michelle was wearing a red dress not unlike the color of the shoe. He turned around and started to go in the same direction the man with the woman did.

Jack soon spotted them. He was a huge man and had a woman on his shoulder kicking her legs. Even in Tortuga that wasn't common, so they were easy to find. "Not going for stealth," he muttered to himself. He saw the woman's face for a fleeting second and recognized her instantly as Michelle. He didn't know how to get her away. This man was twice as big as him at least. He didn't want to get in a fistfight with that guy any time soon. He looked ahead. The docks were not far ahead of them. He saw a large ship anchored a ways off. Looking at the flag, he let out a groan. "Damn," he muttered to himself.

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Michelle continued kicking, even though she doubted that she could get free. She stopped for a second when she smelt the strong aroma of salt. Listening, she could hear the sea behind her. She was reminded of her thought that Jack was going to feed her to the sharks. Maybe she was going to meet that fate. She looked down and saw the man was standing on the wood of the dock. Then she felt him put his hands around her waist and set her down. She tried to run away, but he stopped her. "Ye don't give up." He turned around and started talking to another man that Michelle hadn't seen. She couldn't see his face or what he was wearing except for the wig on his head.

"Here she is. Where's the money?"

The other man gave the large man a purse that jingled with the sound of coins rubbing together. The man opened it and glanced in. He seemed satisfied and nodded. The large man put her in a boat where another man sat with oars. The man in the wig got in after her and put his arms around her so she couldn't jump out. They started to make their way towards a ship that was waiting for them a little way away.

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Jack saw the whole exchange between the two men. The man who took her was walking down an alley. Jack decided to follow him. When he was right behind him said, "Excuse me sir." The man turned around and was greeted by Jack's gun pointed to his head. "Tell me what ye know about that woman and where they're taking her or else your brains will be splattered over that wall right there," Jack said, pointing toward the wall right behind the man.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered.

Jack cocked his gun. "I think ye do know."

If the man had any doubts that Jack was going to shoot him, they all went away at that instant. He proceeded to tell Jack everything he knew about Michelle and the people who wanted her.

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Michelle and her captors made their way towards the ship. She tried to look up at the flag to see whom the ship belonged to, but couldn't see it from her position in the water. The boat was hauled up and her bare feet stepped on ship's dock. She looked down. The ship was obviously new by the condition of the boards. Someone's shoes appeared in front of her. She looked up and saw a man with a blue coat on and a white curly wig. He seemed familiar but she couldn't remember where she had met him. "Welcome aboard the Expeditious, miss," he said, causing shivers to run up her spine. Realization struck her then. He was the Commodore from Port Royal. She looked around her. Now she could see that the men around her had red coats on. She looked between the sails and saw the British flag billowing in the wind. 'So much for not being caught," she thought solemnly to herself.

[A/N: Wow! This is my longest chapter so far! I told you this one would have some action. I'm very pleased with how it turned out. R/R!]