Disclaimer: Still don't own the fabulous Captain Jack Sparrow, or the other characters.

AN: Sorry about making Jack so out of character by having him smiling and acting sappy. I happen to like sappy things, and I really like it when Jack smiles, so there! My story, my rules. Anyway, enough of my rambling: enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 8: Another New Place:

After several days at sea, Elena felt that she couldn't be more miserable. Although she was being treated quite decently by the crew of the Blue Star and dining with the Captain every night, she missed the Black Pearl. She missed Jack yelling at the crew, and Annamaria yelling at Jack in return. She also missed Mr. Cotton and his bird, Mr. Gibbs and his alcohol flask, and the crew pestering her to cook their favorite foods. All Captain Green and his crew had done was try and occasionally make polite and boring conversation when they had to; the rest of the time Elena was locked in her cabin. Of course, it wasn't as bad as the first time Elena had been onboard. The first time, she had been locked in a windowless cabin for about five boring days before being set free to scrounge for a living in Tortuga. Now she was able to at least keep herself busy by planning out her new gown. She had managed to convince Captain Green and his crew that the only things in her sack and treasure box were 'feminine items,' causing them to give her cabin and possessions a wide berth. Elena didn't care; she was far away from Jack and the Pearl, and on her way to someplace she didn't know or want to go.



Meanwhile, on the Black Pearl, Jack sat in his cabin, frowning in thought as he twirled a dagger from finger to finger. Presently, he was thinking about different ways to torture a man before letting him die. Of course, letting the man die would be merciful, but merciful was the last thing Jack wanted to be after he caught up to Captain Green. Stabbing or hanging him would be an easy death compared to what Jack could think up. Frustrated, Jack stopped twirling his dagger and plunged the tip of it into his desk, spearing a random place in the map placed there. There were several islands that had small 'X's' on them, marking places where Jack had been in search of that twisted wench, Sally. She'd be a dead woman when Jack got a hold of her.

"Cap'n!" called a voice on deck.

"What?!" yelled Jack, snapping out of his thoughts and leaping from his chair.

"We're coming up on Sundance Island!"

Jack, grabbing his dagger and placing it in his belt, felt a savage grin settle on his face. This had to be the place Green had dropped Sally, and the woman would definitely be there; it was the only unmarked island left on the map, and there were few ships that docked at that pathetic strip called an island. Sally had to still be there, or the Pearl was in for another long search.



The Black Pearl sailed into the small dock of Sundance Island just as the sun was setting. Jack stood at the helm, steering the ship in the fading light. As he watched the red and gold colored streamers dance across the sea and sky, Jack knew that there was only one place that a worthless wretch like Sally could find work here. After they docked, he was going to bring some of his strongest and most trusted crewmen there with him, simply because he couldn't trust himself with Sally's life at the moment. Gripping the wheel in anger at the thought of the blond whore, Jack steered the Pearl into a place in the harbor. After the ship had been securely tied to the dock and the gangplank had been lowered, Jack gathered the crew around him.

"Alright, I need four of ye to come with me to find the wench that had Green kidnap our lovely cook," Jack said, looking around at his men (and single woman). He had told the crew early on what had happened to their crewmate and cook, and noticed that the crew had looked as angry as he was at that bit of information. Everyone liked Elena and considered her a part of the crew. Presently, many hands went up, since nearly all of the crew wanted to get revenge on the woman who had dared mess with a crewmember of the Black Pearl. Jack scanned the crowd and chose the four biggest and (for pirates) somewhat brightest crewmembers that he had: Jacob, Flint, Marcus, and Richard Black, all of whom happened to be brothers that looked nearly identical, since they all had brown hair and pale green eyes set in a square face. As soon as he had selected them, Jack and his four crewmen left the Pearl.

Fifteen minutes later, the five of them entered the only low-life tavern in town, the White Sails Inn, since that would be the only place a low-life prostitute like Sally could get work. After they'd entered, Jack went up to the bar and began asking questions about new employees as the four crewmen stood and looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sally. After two minutes, Jack let out a growl and stalked out the door, his four crewmembers behind him.

"Cap'n, what's wrong?" Marcus asked as he hurried behind his captain.

"That wench was here, but she left after only three days of being a serving girl," Jack said, snapping at the man unintentionally. "It appears that serving drinks isn't something she has a talent for, so she took her wages and went to get passage out of here. We're off to the docks! Hopefully someone will remember her leaving and where she was going!"



After the five of them had spent nearly the entire day questioning every sailor and dockhand in the harbor, Jack finally found out that Sally had managed to book passage to the more civilized parts of the Caribbean. The ship she boarded was bound for Haiti and Cuba after stopping at the familiar town of Port Royal. That meant that there were only three places to search for Sally, and, if Jack was thinking right, the bloody wench would probably be in Port Royal, since it was the first stop. Jack knew that the woman couldn't possibly have enough money from her prostitution jobs in Tortuga and drink-serving on Sundance Island to get further than that, since passage around the Caribbean was expensive. Heading towards civilization meant that Sally would try and find a decent job, one that was better than prostitution or serving drinks, and there were few places in Port Royal that a former whore like her could do that.

With those ideas set in mind, Jack gathered his four crewmen and headed for the Pearl. Twenty minutes later, the Pearl was bound for Port Royal. Perhaps Jack would be able to get some helpful information from his old friends, Will and Elizabeth Turner.



Less than a day after the Pearl had left Sundance Island, it seemed Mother Nature was against Jack heading towards Port Royal, for a tremendous storm had blown out of the western part of the Caribbean, catching the distracted Captain Sparrow completely by surprise. Torrents of rain poured from the sky as lightning blazed overhead. After hours of sailing, it appeared to the crew that their incredibly focused and determined Captain was trying to find a place to shelter his ship. However, in reality, he was really trying to sail through the storm to get to Port Royal. Finally, after watching several men nearly get washed overboard by huge waves, Jack decided to seek shelter in a secluded cove at an uninhabited, unnamed island.



After three days of waiting for the storm to clear up, the crew was beginning to get worried. While the ship itself was safe enough, the crew soon realized that no one on the Pearl would be safe, especially since the air was beginning to feel bit ominous. As the Pearl lay quietly in the cove, completely sheltered and protected from the storm, the crew of the Black Pearl grew more and more nervous about the temperament of their Captain. He constantly walked around the lower decks of the ship, twirling a knife between his hands and fingers while frowning and muttering things under his breath. What worried the crew even more was that, after one entire day of muttering in public, Jack decided to ponder and plot in the privacy of his cabin, never leaving for any reason. After that, the crew decided to follow the example of the two most superior crewmembers, Mr. Gibbs and Annamaria, and try to leave their Captain alone with his thoughts.

Now, Mr. Gibbs and Annamaria knew Jack well enough to know that he was considering many revenge tactics, and that he shouldn't be bothered with trifle things, like eating and drinking, while he was doing so. Simply leaving a dish of fruit and bread on his desk early in the morning would suffice, and Jack had his own stash of rum to keep his thirst at bay, so there was little reason to be bothering the Captain. Also, if anyone wanted permission to do something, they usually asked Gibbs or Annamaria, primarily because they knew what Jack would want done. Thus, peace was kept onboard while the storm blew itself out.

After the crew had spent several days watching the weather, playing cards, drinking themselves stupid, and wearily eyeing the door of the Captain's cabin, the one crewman saw the sky clear up and called to everyone's attention. The sky had cleared to a bright blue, the sun shining down on the slick black wood of the ship. They'd barely had time to enjoy the serene moment before the slamming of a door brought them out of it.

"Alright, ye scurvy dogs, let's get moving!" came the Captain's booming voice from the open door of his cabin, as he stood there and yelled his orders. "We don't have all day ye know! Annamaria, set a course for the nearest island, we need to restock our food, water, and rum supplies! Gibbs, make a list of everything we need! The rest of ye, get the Pearl out of here!" He then turned around and headed back inside his cabin before shutting and locking the door. The rest of the crew simply stared at the closed door a moment before scampering around the deck, completing the Captain's orders. No one wanted to anger their Captain, especially not when he was already in a vengeful mood!



Elena sat in her room, going over her dress designs for the thousandth time, when a knock sounded on her door. She quickly stashed the drawings in her treasure box and hid the box under her pillow before answering.

"Come in," she called, smoothing out her dress as she stood up from her bed.

Captain Green entered the room, smiling. "Well, lass, we've finally arrived at yer new home!" he said, sticking his hands into his belt. "I'm sure that ye'll like it here. There are all sorts of new people for ye to know, so I suggest that ye pack up and head out on deck." He then turned and headed out of the cabin, leaving her to her packing.

Elena sighed as she quickly put all of her things in her sack. Considering that she didn't have any other clothes than the dress she had been kidnapped in, packing was relatively easy. After she had gathered up her things, she headed on deck, where she saw the gangplank being lowered and Captain Green standing by the railing, looking over a prosperous and bustling town.

"Well, lass, here we are!" he said, grinning down at her. "I'm afraid we won't be staying very long, so I'll say good-bye right here."

"And where exactly is 'here,' Captain Green?" Elena asked, clasping her hands together, nervously watching strangers walk by.

"Port Royal, Miss Marks," Captain Green replied, still grinning at her. "I'm sure that ye'll be quite happy here."



AN: I hope that people aren't mad for the shorter chapter, but my professors just gave out our take-home final exams. So, add on the homework we already have, and you have a very busy life going on! I promise to update as soon as I can, though. Please review!