Sorry I took so long to update and such a short chapter, but I've been busy and been writing my other stories too. Three at once- cut me some slack and please review.

Let me know if you're a Les Misérables fan, too.

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Emmaleanna kicked the bars of her cell frustrated. "I swear to God, Jack," she yelled at him as he strode away. "I am going to make you pay!" She stared at Liam, who looked equally enraged. Not only had Jack imprisoned the navy crew and locked his own sister up, he had purposely locked her and Liam in separate cells.

Locking Emmaleanna in the brig was hard for Jack. It was his duty, as he had always felt, to protect her from a pirate lifestyle- from womanizers, thieves, charlatans, and liars. But if he didn't lock her up, she would take every chance she got a trying to free her fiancé.

Liam.

He spat contemptuously. The kid was impulsive, he thought. Proposing to Emmaleanna right in front of Jack like that, when he knew good and well that Jack did not condone the match. In fact, Jack would do anything to keep Liam and Emmaleanna apart.

Save for killing him.

Jack hated the way his sister would let Liam call her "Emm" when she flatly refused to abridge her name for anyone else. He discretely stuck them in separate cells. The thought of Liam and Emmaleanna alone together evoked a deathly, somewhat overprotective rage within him. He shuddered angrily.

"Captain?" He turned to face a tired-looking Meryl. "How's your shoulder faring?"

He smiled. "All's well, luv."

"Right then." She said. "Well, I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Captain Sparrow." She turned and strode away into the night towards the galley.

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Aletté buried her face in the musty Inn pillow, tears seeping from her eyes. She hadn't stopped sobbing for the past three days. She had barricaded herself in the room, her only human contact coming in the form of a few shouted confrontation with Will through the door. The next ship for Singapore was coming in in a week. That was all she had to wait, and then she could go back to her old life and never think of Will again.

Life is hell.

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Liam stood up and brushed himself off, his neck twanging in pain. He blinked his eyes tiredly. Damned wooden benches, he cursed silently. He glanced over at the sleeping for of Emmaleanna, sighing.

She looked pale. A week and a half in this awful place was enough to make anyone- even the strong-spirited, feisty Emmaleanna -feel sick. He swore under his breath. Regardless of what his fiancé might say, Jack most decidedly did not have their best interests at heart. Emmaleanna was growing ever-weaker as the days passed by.

He promised himself that he would never let her die as long as he had breath in his lungs. If Jack- hell, if anyone ever did her any sort of harm, he'd be a murderer. He'd defend her to his last. Footsteps sounded from the stairway. He glanced up and scowled.

Jack.

Emmaleanna stirred. Liam motioned for Jack to be quiet but he kept walking noisily, pausing at his sister's cell. He drew a key out from inside his sleeve and unlocked the door. Emmaleanna sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"C'mon mate." Jack said cheerfully. "Lets say we head on upstairs and find you some proper lodging, aye? What say you to that?"

Emmaleanna stood up and dashed out of the cell and across to Liam's. They kissed shameless through the bars. Jack grabbed his sister's arm and pulled her back from her fiancé hatefully. She whirled around and punched him in the gut. He crumpled in pain.

Once again Emmaleanna and Liam drew together, separated only by the bars. Jack groaned, rolling his eyes. He grabbed his sister's hands and pulled her away, up the stairs and on deck. "Bloody hell, Emmaleanna, you really have no modesty."

She scowled at him. "Oh, and you do?"

He smiled sardonically, pulling her over to the cabins. "You can room with Meryl."

"I'm going to the brig."

"What?" He exclaimed. "What in bloody hell would you want to do there?"

She pulled away from his grasp, yanking the keys from his arm and heading back for the brig. Liam stared at her in wonderment as she raced down the stairs and fumbled at the lock. "I'm sorry I asked you to come, Liam." She muttered. Jack raced down the stairs.

"Alright Emmaleanna!" He said in voice one could only describe as supremely pissed-off. "Fine- have it your way! I'm getting tired of this, aye?" He glanced at Liam's half-open call. "I'll let the whelp go if you can keep him from blasting the bejesus outta me again, savvy?"

She smiled. "Thank you."

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Cecile Li-

I'm sorry if you're a bit confused- ask me anything, I'll try to answer for you.

Erin Richards-

Yeah, it takes me longer to update this one- the others come so much easier! Well, glad you're liking it. Great sequel, by the way. So excited to read more! *giggles* Yeah, poor Jack… he is too beautiful to be hurt. He he…

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Yeah… um… I lost count too. He's such a jerk. I'm done.

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You hate Liam? Awwe! Poor Liam, I think he's pretty… 'cept in my mind he looks like someone I know… keeping it to myself! New guys coming! PATIENCE!

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