Uh... Don't judge a story by its title, just read. Chapter 2

Author's Babble: Hey people! I know, this story is really odd, but hey. I like it, I'm bored, and I feel like writing. I hope this chapter is better than the other one. So, right now I am sugar high (like always) bored (again, like always), and in a writing mood. It's like sometimes I have writer's block, but now it's like writer's flow! Oh dear. I really am babbling. I hope you don't mind. I don't mind. Of course I don't, I'm the one writing. You know, I really could babble forever. Hee hee hee! I was msn-ing with my auntie, and I was really hyper, and I told her I could babble forever. I seriously could. I babbled for over an hour before she had to go! :P Ok, anyhoo... R&R or else... I'll take your Johnny Depp poster away. And hang it on my wall. I'll take your Orlando Bloom poster away, and burn it!!! Mwa ha ha ha! Oh, and I am really sad. I didn't get to see LOTR!!!! :( cuz it was sold out. So we went to see Cheaper by the dozen. It was funny! Ok, anyhoo... Thanks to Vickie Turner for pointing out it's not Commander, but Commodore Norrington. Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ~TheCap'nOfTheBlackPearl

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"...And I have a plan!" I was crouching next to Kyle who was tied to a bench on Commodore Norrington's ship.

"A plan? What sort of plan?" Kyle took my hand, and squeezed it.

"Well-"

Norrington interrupted me though, by pulling me up. He grabbed my arm, and dragged me across the deck.

"You wont be going anywhere lass. Now tell me your name."

"Jocelyn." I said, yanking my arm out of his grip.

"How old are you?" He pulled out a rope, and led me to the bench where Kyle was tied. He shoved me down on the floor, and tied me beside Kyle.

I didn't say anything, so he asked again. "How old are you?"

"Fifteen. You?" I was being my usual smart-ass, and he looked at me, surprised.

"That's not your business. Now, how old is your friend here?" he nodded towards Kyle.

"Well, for one, he's got a name. Why don't you ask him? He's perfectly capable of talking himself."

"Well, how old are you?" He looked at Kyle like he wanted to throw him overboard.

"Fifteen." Kyle looked up at him with hate in his eyes.

"Uh huh. Well, lass, would you like a chance to live?"

"Huh?" I was surprised.

"Well, you're so young. You have a long life a head of you. You have plenty of time to change. How would you like to be a maid in the Governor's household instead of being hanged?" (I changed it to the Governor's house instead of Norrington's)

"I would rather be hanged than step foot inside of his house." I answered, spitting on his shoes.

He walked away and started talking to a man I recognized as Governor Swann. And someone was wiping the spit off of his shoe. I felt sorry for him.

I couldn't hear what he was saying, but they kept looking at me.

Norrington had shoved me so close to Kyle I was almost sitting on him. I could feel his breathing, and oddly enough felt reassured.

"Hey, it'll be ok Jocelyn." Kyle whispered in my ear. He kissed my cheek, but I couldn't turn around enough to kiss him back.

"I love you" Kyle whispered in my ear. I put my head on his chest, and fell asleep, and the next thing I knew, I was being shook awake.

"Lass? C'mon, we're going." A short man was shaking me, and soon another guy half dragged me out of the ship. He dragged me through a town I assumed to be Port Royal. The guy dragged me into a very nice house and down to what I assumed was the servant's quarters.

A large lady was stirring something on a stove, and she looked at me with fear in her eyes.

"Don't worry m'lady. She'll be good, wont she?" He said, glaring at me.

I quickly reached for my pistol to discover it wasn't there. "What'd you do with m' effects?" I said, trying to slug him.

"Now, you be a good girl, or-" I yanked my self out of his grip, and slugged him.

The lady stepped in, and grabbed me by my ear. She led me to a room and told me to stay there.

"Well, where else am I supposed to go?" I sat down on the bed, and folded my arms. "Bloody hell."

About an hour later she returned with a dress exactly the same as hers. "Now, dear, put this on and brush your hair."

"Never." I continued to sit on the bed, and stare out of the window.

A while later the Governor came in a cleared his throat.

"Yes?" I looked up, and continued to scowl.

"Now, lass. You will put on that uniform and get to the kitchen now. Do you hear me?"

"The whole neighborhood can probably hear you."

He sighed, and walked out. He closed the door, and I heard him talking to someone. "Could you go in there and talk to her? She might listen to you."

I rolled my eyes. The door opened, and a girl stepped in. She looked to be around 18 or 20 and had dark blond hair.

"Well, hello. May I have the pleasure of your name?" She asked, while sitting on the bed beside me.

"No." I wasn't going to tell her anything.

"I'm Elizabeth."

"Really? That's interesting." I was still looking out the window.

"You know, I might be able to help you."

I looked at her, and she continued to talk. "Your crew is scheduled to be hung tomorrow morning. Some friends of mine are planning on stopping that. Now, I hear you have also lost your ship. The Cap'n has that all arranged too."

"What? Cap'n who?"

"Cap'n Jack Sparrow. Now, you will need to help out for a couple days by doing what Mrs. Kelly asks, ok?"

I didn't say anything, and she just smiled.

"I don't wear dresses." I finally said.

"Well, do you cook?"

"Nope."

"Clean?"

"Not often." On the ship I was usually in the crow's nest.

"Don't you do anything?"

"Not really."

"Well, I'm sure Mrs. Kelly will come up with something."

She walked out, and Mrs. Kelly came in. "Now dear, you will start work the day after tomorrow, seeing as though you need your rest. You will stay inside the house tomorrow though."

I fell asleep that night thinking about Kyle, and this mysterious Cap'n.

The next morning I was awaken before dawn by Elizabeth.

"Arr... What'd ya want?" I groaned.

"I want you to get up." She replied. "C'mon, do you want to see Cap'n Sparrow or not?"

"What?"

"We're going to see the Cap'n in action. We're going to the hanging. But, no ones going to be hung, so we might as well call it the Rescue. How 'bout that?"

"Ugh. Do you ever shut up?" I sat up, and a voice called out from the doorway, "nope."

"Will! Be quiet." Elizabeth dragged me out of bed, and plopped my hat on my head. Since I was still in my clothes, I put my boots on, and I was dragged out of my room. We stopped by the door, and Elizabeth handed me my pistol and knife.

"Thanks." I was dragged outside and about three minutes after we left the guy who was with us said to me, "I'm Will. Do I get the pleasure of your name?"

"Arr. Jocelyn. Where are we going?"

"To the spot where they hang people." (I don't know what it's called, so that's good enough, alright?)

We passed a tavern, and I said, "Hey, can I stop for a rum?"

"No time. We have to be there soon if we want to see the Cap'n in action."

We got to the courtyard, and there was a crowd there already. My whole crew was in a line going up the stairs to the rope. Cap'n White had the rope around his neck, and he was glaring at Norrington. I saw Kyle, and Elizabeth had to hang on to me so I didn't run up to him.

"Just hang on. He'll be here soon."

"Kerigan White has.... Blah Blah Blah..." The guy was up there saying what Cap'n White had done, and all that crap.

"Look, there he is!" Elizabeth said, pointing to a guy standing on the other side of the crowd.

Author's Babble: I know, cliff hanger!!!! Mwa ha ha! Ok, so please R&R! Or else. Yah, I've gone through that already. I think you get the idea. Just review!!! Oh, and does anyone know what year it is when the movie takes place??? If you do, plz tell me!