JediPirateElfyDude: Yeah an Admiral is higher than a Commodore. That's why in Return of the Black Pearl I made it how Norrington was an Admiral so it was like he was promoted during the time span between the movie and my story. An Admiral I think is like the head of the Navy so yeah. Hope that helped. Thanks for reviewing.

Disclaimer: Blah Blah Blah! No, I do not own POTC.

Fleur opened her eyes. She could feel the familiar rocking of the ship that meant they were still at sea. She tried getting up but fell back down, too tired to even bother. She gained and lost consciousness countless many times over only God knows how many days but one certain day she was awoken by loud voices.

"I do not care Admiral, I do not agree with what you did! She's only a girl. She -"

"You are in no position to question my authority Captain!" Norrington snapped.

"Oh I'm aware of that but Governor Swann I believe would be very interested to hear of this"

Fleur who's head had been previously facing the wall turned and saw the retreating back of a man who was obviously the Captain Norrington was arguing with. She wanted to call out to him to beg him to not let her be here alone with Norrington but the cry died on her lips.

"Well I see you've awakened. It took you long enough, a week at least. I though pirates were harder to break than that"

"A - a week?" Fleur asked hoarsely.

"Indeed" Norrington growled before turning on his heel and leaving.

Fleur rolled her eyes and got up slowly. The pain seemed to have faded dramatically. She had been lying on her stomach the whole time so hopefully she would have no scars on her back. She shuddered thinking of the leather that cut into her skin. She'd avenge herself, if she could only free herself from this cage. She sat on the floor and rested her head on the cool bars. She looked up when a pair of boots came into her view.

"Here," said the man passing her a cup, "some water"

Fleur took it gratefully and gulped it down. She didn't realise till now how thirsty she had been.

"I've got some crackers too, if you want some"

Fleur nodded and took them also.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked between finishing her third and starting on her fourth.

"I have no right to harm ye ma'am. Besides how angry will ye father be when he hears of what Norrington did to yerself"

Fleur sniffed, "you know who I am?"

"Know who you are?" the man laughed, "course I do. 'Hole crew knows yer Captain Sparrows daughter"

"Then why are you helping me?" Fleur asked.

"Cause I pity ye" the man said, "I heard this lock can be picked with the right tools" he said gesturing to the lock of the brig, "like these" he threw in some steel rods which were used to load pistols, "I can't help ye anymore miss, I'm already risking my life as it is"

He quickly disappeared up the stairs leaving Fleur dumbfounded. She looked down at the implements lying at her knees. She picked one up; it was just like the type of pin she used to escape from the brig when Barbossa locked her in there. She swallowed and stood up. Inserting the steel in the lock and shifted it around. She waited till she heard a click sound and with baited breath pushed open the door. She gasped, it worked. It actually worked! Stepping out of the cell she looked around her. How could she escape now?

To her left was an open porthole. Going towards it Fleur looked at it diameter quickly.

"I can fit through..." she whispered to herself.

She hauled herself up and squeezed through the window. She placed her hands in front of her so that she would make the smallest splash possible. She slipped into the water effortlessly but screamed. The cuts on her back had not all yet healed. The salty water stung her painfully and with all her energy that was quickly draining Fleur struggled to swim underwater until she was underneath the jetty.

She did so and tyring to stay afloat she made for a stretch of beach on the opposite side of the Dauntless. Slowly she made her way there. When she reached her destination she fainted.