Disclaimer: I *still* don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. But I'm working on it! ^_^

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They took us to a two cell jail, and one of the cells was occupied by a rather dirty looking group of fugitives; most likely thieves and drunks. The guards threw me and Sparrow, who was still unconscious, into the empty cell.

" 'ey! Watch it!" I snapped. They just ignored me and left the way they came. I watched them go, and then turned to the miscreants in the other cell.

" 'ello poppet," one of them drawled, sending me a leering look. Actually, they were all leering at me, and it was starting to piss me off.

"What's a lass like yerself doing here, eh?" another asked.

I lifted my chin confidently. "None of yer bloody business. And if ye know what's good for ya, you'd shut up," I growled, sending them the fiercest look I could muster.

"And what're ye gonna do about it?" one sneered. Glaring, I stalked over to the bar where he was leaning, and grabbed his throat.

"I'll kill ye, that's what," I snarled. Pleased with his astonished look, I let go. The others seemed to find their fingernails extremely interesting. I smirked. "I knew ya'd see it my way."

I sat down as far away from them as I could. 'Stupid blighters,' I thought boredly, picking at my fingers. 'They'll never mess with the likes of me again.'

Sure enough, their attentions were now turned to coaxing the guard dog over with a rather rotten looking bone. The dog wasn't paying them any attention however.

"You can keep doing that forever, the dog is never going to move."

I started at the voice, and turned to see Sparrow was awake. He smirked at me. " 'ello love," he said.

"Hey," I replied in acknowledgment, and went back to inspecting my hands. I could feel him watching me and it was making me uncomfortable. I looked at him. "And what, pray tell, is so interesting?" I asked impatiently.

"Ah, nothing love." He was silent for a moment. "Since we're obviously going to be stuck in here together for a long time, it would be quite an advantage to be knowing your name."

I gauged him for a minute. "Johnson. Katherine Johnson," I replied.

He rolled his eyes. "No love. Your *real* name."

I glowered at him. "Fine," I spat. "Captain Rachel Harris."

He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Sounds familiar," was all he said. I sighed and went back to my finger nails. 'If only I had my dagger' I thought. They had taken it from me, along with my new cutlass and my pistol.

"They look sufficiently clean to me," said Sparrow, indicating my fingernails. I shot him an annoyed look. Then inspiration hit. 'Let's see how the infamous Jack Sparrow reacts to this,' I thought wickedly.

"Aye. It seems you're right," I admitted, smiling mischievously.

"I don't think I like that look, love," he said, looking amused.

I smirked at him and scooted over to where he was sitting. "Perhaps you could do me a favor," I whispered seductively in his ear, and sidled closer to him.

"And what exactly would that be?" he asked huskily, leaning towards me.

"Could ye lend me yer hat?" I laughed, and plucked it from his head. Suppressing giggles, I went back over to my corner, and propped myself against the wall.

Sparrow was speechless. "Give me back me hat!" he cried when he finally found his voice, and leaped to his feet.

I smiled sweetly at him. "But you're such a gentleman!" I protested. "I know you couldn't deprive a lady of her beauty sleep!" I placed the hat over my eyes to block out the light.

"You're hardly a lady," he snorted. I tipped the hat up to look him in the eyes. (A/N: His incredibly SEXY eyes! ^_^)

"You'll regret that one day," I threatened good naturedly. "Besides, you weren't using it anyway."

"But it's my hat!" he said.

"Buck up and be a man!" I teased, and pulled that hat back over my eyes. "And if ye even think about takin' it, I'll have your guts for garters."

He grumbled at this, but I heard him sink to the floor in defeat. 'I've got him wrapped,' I thought victoriously before sleep took over.

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BOOM! I jolted awake, and looked around warily. Sparrow and the other prisoners were at the tiny window, looking out at the direction of the bay. I jumped up to join him.

"It's the Pearl," he breathed. 'The Pearl?' I thought and shoved him out of the way to get a look.

"Glad to see you're awake love, now could I have my hat back?" I ignored him.

There was a ship out there. I had heard of the Pearl before, but had never seen it with my own eyes. The ship out in the bay certainly looked like the ghost ship the Black Pearl was reputed to be. The black sails contained holes, which gave it a haunted look. "The Black Pearl?" I asked skeptically.

"I've heard stories," one of the other criminals said. "She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors."

"No survivors?" Sparrow asked. "Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?"

I smirked at this, and moved away from the window so that Sparrow could look through it again. I placed the hat on his head and settled back down in my corner and started fiddling with one of my cornrows.

"Wonder why their here," I remarked to no one in particular. Sparrow came and sat beside me.

"I haven't the faintest, love," he replied.

"You say 'love' far to much ya know," I complained, and looked up at him. "I *do* have a name." It was Sparrow's turn to ignore me.

"Ye call yourself a captain, *love*. I'm curious to know what you're captain *of*," he said, focusing those intense dark eyes of his on my hazel ones.

With his words, all the pain came flooding back. I looked away. "Maybe another time," I said with as little emotion as possible. I didn't want to talk about it then. I didn't want to talk about it *ever* again if I could help it. Sparrow didn't take the hint.

"Now seems as good a time as ever," he goaded. 'Please Lord, prevent me from doing something I'll regret later,' I thought.

"What part of 'no' don't you understand?" I growled icily. "Are ye daft?"

"Ah, I've seemed to have hit a sensitive subject," he said. 'He's being unnecessarily cruel,' I thought angrily.

Taking a deep breath, I was about to let him have it when...

BOOM!

I leaped away from the wall just in time to keep from getting my head blown off. It seemed one of the Black Pearl's cannon balls had hit the prison, leaving a gaping hole in it's wake. Unfortunately, the hole in our cell wasn't big enough to escape through.

"My sympathies, friends, you've no manner of luck at all," one of the prisoners said, before hopping out of the considerably larger hole on their side.

"Damn it to hell!" I cursed angrily as I watched all of the prisoners file out, save for Sparrow and me. Sparrow looked just as unhappy.

"Well, love, it's just you and me now," he remarked lightly, trying to lighten the mood. Unfortunately, I was not thinking rashly at the moment.

CRACK!

"Damn it woman!" Sparrow yelled, rubbing his nose. "I don't think I deserved that."

I fixed him a steely glare. "I could've hit ye harder if I'd wanted," I sassed and then huffed off to the other side of the cell, rubbing my knuckles. 'Been a while since I did that,' I thought dryly.

"It's going to be a *long* night," I heard him mutter as he picked up the bone and attempted to coax the dog guarding the keys over.

TBC

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A/N: Yes, this was a rather pointless chapter. But if I had added the next scene it would've been entirely too long. And plus I have to study for exams this afternoon and didn't have time to write much more. Many thanks to my reviewers! Y'all are awesome! Look for the next update tomorrow or this weekend sometime! That's all for now! Ta!

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