A/N I haven't updated for absolutely ages, and I thought it was time I did. Please R&R and tell me what you think. ^_^

Chapter Ten ~ England?

But it seemed Jack did not have time to think of a plan. He went back to meet Bill, after taking Rosie home. Her aunt scolded her bitterly, and told the officers that fortunately her daughter had been found. Jack's name wasn't mentioned, he was glad, he didn't want to be displayed the hero.

Bill was waiting by the bench, in fact judging on where he was sitting, he hadn't moved.

"You've found her?"

Jack nodded. "She's back where she belongs."

"Who'd 'ave thought good ol' Rosie could cause such a stir?" Bill asked, picking up a rock and throwing it into the ocean. It made a small splash as it struck the water, and plunged to the depths, the ripples spread out and disappeared, and the surface gradually returned to calm again.

"They want 'er to go to England."

"England?" Bill exclaimed.

Jack nodded. The prospect of the three o' them, turning to two, was a sad prospect. To hide his concern, Bill picked up another stone, and lobbed it out into the distance. The scar on his hand visible as he released the grey rock. It sent a chill to his heart, he still had to avenge his father.

"I'm glad you found 'er, and not the navy." He said, coldly.

Jack nodded. "Me too."

Bill still held a deep resentment against the red coats, he would never regain his trust after they hung his innocent father, if indeed he was innocent.

"We have to help her get away."

"Where will she go?"

"Look Bill, I'm going with her."

Bill turned to him in shock. "You're running?"

"Not running. . ."

"Well, what would you call it? Tell you what Jack, yellow ain't a pirate colour." Bill said, nastily.

Jack got up, he shrugged. "I'm not running, but I am going." He said, before walking off.

Bill sighed. "Jack!" He shouted, but his friend didn't look back.

This was ridiculous, sure help Rosie get away, but there was no need for Jack to go with her.

But when Jack home, there was a surprise waiting for him. He stepped into the dark living room, and stopped dead in his tracks. Rosie and her aunt were sitting on the couch, his father sat opposite, with a satisfied smile on his religious face.

"What's going on?" Jack demanded.

"Ah, there you are, my boy. We shall be accompanying young Rosie here to England."

"What?"

He nodded. "It is about time we return, after all it was only your mother who kept us here. I have always desired to return to my homeland. . .and Rosie couldn't go on her own. All in all a very satisfying conclusion."

"Satisfying conclusion?"

His father nodded, again. "Indeed."

Jack shook his head, still standing in the doorway. He didn't dare look at Rosie, who sat in the shadow of her aunt.

"We're going to England."

"I'm not." Jack replied, defiantly.

The aunt gasped. She had never heard such an insolent child. "How dare you speak so to your father?"

She said, shocked.

"Aunt." Rosie muttered, unhappily.

"If my Roselyn were like you I'd damn well take her across my knee." She spat.

"Aunt, please." Rosie begged.

"We're going to England, whether you want to or not boy." His father insisted, daggers shot from his red eyes.

Jack looked down, he had neither the courage or the will to look his father in the face. His bare feet gently stroked the carpet. And there looking down at the strands of fabric all neatly woven together, his mother's enchanting face swam before his blurry eyes. It gave him strength, and determination, it lifted his head, so that his eyes squarely met his fathers.

"I am not." He said. "Rosie?" He held out his hand towards her.

She didn't look at her aunt as she took it, and Jack led her from the room.

"Roselyn! You get back here at once! Do you hear me? Rosie!" Deaf to her aunt's shouts, Rosie ran with Jack. Jack led her to the bench, where Bill was still sitting, tossing stones into the ocean.

"What now?" She panted.

"We leave." He turned to Bill. "You gonna come wit' us?"

"And where may I ask you goin'? How you gonna get there? What you gonna do for food, drink, shelter?" Bill demanded, counting off the questions on his hand.

Jack waved them aside. "We'll steal the food and drink, shelter can be found anywhere."

"You still haven't said where you're going." Bill reminded him.

Jack stepped past him, and stared out into the blue mist. Rosie stood by his side. "We'll hide away on a ship."

"Better make sure it ain't going to England, eh?" Bill said, laughing at his own little joke.

Jack scowled at him. "It's k for you Bill, you're not bein' forced to England."

"Neither are you."

"I am now."

"What?"

"Jack, and Mister Sparrow, they're escorting me to England." Rosie explained, quickly.

"What we need, is money."

Jack grinned, as though a thought had suddenly struck him. "And where can we find that?"

Bill shrugged. "Nowhere, or we could steal it like the shelter, food and drink." He said, sarcastically.

Rosie shook her head. "I know what you're thinking Jack, but it's impossible, we'd never get inside, and we don't know if the stories are true."

Bill sighed. "Inside where?"

"The fort, inside the fort there are piles of gold." Jack said.

Bill laughed. "Even if that was true, how would we get it?"

"Simple, we climb."

"Climb?" Rosie and Bill exclaimed together.

Jack nodded. "But of course if two aren't interested. . ." he said, studying his nails.

"It's a death trap, think I'd rather go England." Rosie muttered.

Jack grabbed her shoulders. "Go then. They'll teach you to be a lady, Rose. We'll never see each other again. . ."

Rosie broke free. "You know wha' you almost had me going for a minute there, Jack. Good actor, must get it from your mama. You don't wanta help me, you're helping yourself. You want me an' Bill to get you the gold, so you donna have to go England. It's all you, you, you." She said, her eyes blinked furiously. She made to turn away and walk off.

Jack watched her walk. "I don't deny it, Rosie."

She turned and her eyes were gripped by his hurt, serious face. He'd never been serious before.

"They say there's no such thing as a selfless good deed." She said, staring into his sun tanned face.

He shook his head. "But hey, I'm sure a selfish one u'll do just as good."