AN: hello again. I know that last chapter was rather weird. With all of the songs it might have been a tad hard to keep up, I actually was going to have one song and Mavis beat the living Daylights out of Jack, however, the story seemed to have other ideas. I guess I don't really write the story, the story just writes itself if anyone knows what I mean. Anyway....

And Mavis has the music box now. She relieved Jack of it when he wasn't looking.

A side note, ths probably won't have the happiest ending in the entire world.

To chapter 6.

Chapter 6

One month later

Admiral Norrington paced the top of the battlements keeping a close watch for smuggler ships. And pirate ships. There had recently been a little break in and kidnap of a certain person. His niece, actually. And he was rather peeved at this. His niece was 14 and rather stupid and unlady-like.

Norrington had a feeling that a certain Sparrow had kidnapped his sister. A certain Jack Sparrow. That was the only pirate that had ever dared to go against Norrington. And it made him mad. He turned away from the sea and walked down the steps to the marketplace where numerous peasants gathered to eat and smack those in the stockades with rotten tomatoes. He really didn't like that place. It was filthy and flea ridden and common, far too common for his noble blood.

He made his way down the muddy streets with disdain. There was a poor beggar woman with a small cane selling apples.

"Apples," she said, "apples for sale, fresh apples, ripe from the tree," she held one out a dirty hand. Norrington walked toward her, submitting to his stomachs grumbles that had missed breakfast and the dinner before.

"How much?" he asked politely.

"Two coppers." She replied.

"Two coppers! For an apple! I refuse."

"For the apple and information." Norrington stopped

"On what."

"A person you are looking for, another you want hung. I know a lot of people." She replied holding the apple out. Norrington put two coppers in her free hand and took the apple and bit into it. The woman chuckled and put the money in her satchel were it chinked against another metal object.

"What information do you have on my niece." Norrington asked.

"She wasn't taken, she ran." The woman replied.

"Ran where?"

"You know where she ran. She is a stole away on a ship you know very well about." She replied.

"Jack Sparrow's, the Black Pearl." He answered

"Aye, indeed."

"Where is it?"

"I know not where it is, I know where it will be, though."

"Where? Please tell me." Norrington pleaded.

"Follow me, then, it is not far." With that the bent woman turned and started hobbling down the street. Norrington sighed and followed. She led him down to the corner of Crooks Alley. No sane person ever went down Crooks Alley unless they wanted to die. Crooks Alley was the most notorious place in the world, you could buy assassins for a copper, a woman for a pence, prophesies for two pence, and everything else you could imagine. Norrington hesitated slightly, but the woman went right on in. People looked ready to murder both of them, but a sense of awe-or so Norrington thought-kept them back. He walked a little straighter. They turned and walked into a tavern.

The tavern was dirty. There were wenches in every corner and then some, the air was choked with smoke, sweat, sewage, and muck. Norrington had a hard time not vomiting. The woman went to an empty table and sat down, putting her apples on the table and selling around three more.

"Why are we here?" Norrington asked as he sat down on the other side.

"Just wait, you will see." Norrington bought another apple-green, and the woman put a clean cloth over the rest of the apples to keep them clean. Not five minutes later, Jack Sparrow waltzed in the door and roared for three pints of rum. After the barman quickly got his drinks, Jack saw Norrington, and gave a great big grin and sat down at his table. That's when Norrington noticed that the woman had already left, leaving her apples.

"Hello Norrington. How are ye these days, been a long time aye mate?"

"I would like to know where my niece is. And I would like to have her back, though if you happened to accidentally shoot her I wouldn't mind."

"Aye, she gave me quite a start in the apple barrel, she's alive, actually, she's right over there." Jack pointed to the opposite side of the room were she was dancing with three tavern men. She was wearing short men's breeches, no shoes, a revealing blouse that was falling off her shoulders and, red vest and her long blonde hair was down with a red sash tied in it and a red sash tied arpund her waist.. Norrington's eyes got as wide as saucers.

"ANNABLE GREYHAM NORRIMNGTON!!!! WHAT IN PERDITION ARE YOU DOING!!!" Norrington yelled. Anne stopped suddenly and looked very guilty.

"Hello, uncle. How are you." She said nervously pulling her blouse back over her shoulders.

"Don't touch her." Another voice said. Norrington turned, it was the beggar woman who had led him here.

"I suggest you stand down, I am dealing with my niece, and you've no right to interfere."

"I've all right to interfere. You will stand down." She replied.

"What right have you?"

"The freedom of woman's rights. Do you want to go with him?" Anne shook her head. "Than you shall not go. That was easy."

"What do you know beggar woman. You sell apples to make a living."

"Ah, yes, the apples. I had almost forgotten, wonderful thing, apples. You can do so much to them. Like poison them for example." Norrington looked sick Mavis straightened up and took the shawl off her head, showing her face, "all my green apples are poisoned. Many different kinds of poison, always starts after six minutes to take effect." Norrington felt the poison rush through his veins, speeded on by his hearts sudden pulse. Sweat dotted his brow, and his pupils dilated and he fell down to the floor. He was gasping for air.

"I guess it is true what they say. An army marches on its stomach." She kicked Norrington in the head and he blacked out.

"Mavis, what have done?" Jack said as he got up.

"Looks like I just killed the Admiral." She replied nonchalantly.

"He's still alive." Anne said in a hushed whisper.

"For how long, I wonder." Mavis replied.

"Stand down." Jack said. Mavis looked at him. "I said stand down."

"You want me to stand down. I refuse to stand down you fool." She retorted. Jack lunged at her and Mavis twisted away, snapping her fist in his face and breaking his nose.

"I learned a bit more since last we fought Jack." She through off the rest of her disguise and stood in breeches, heeled boots, tunic and vest with a blue sash around her waist. "Would you care for a retrial?" Jack lunged again and Mavis slammed her knee into his gut and kicked her foot up to hit his face with her boot. Jack fell to the ground, blood was streaming down his nose. He got back up and stood his ground. This time, Mavis lunged. Jack grabbed her neck, intending to slam her into the wall, but Mavis bit his hand so hard it drew blood. Jack Punched her nose and it began to bleed. Mavis slammed Jack into the wall and pounded his face into it until he broke away and hit her head with a plank of wood, she ducked and it missed. Mavis gave a battle cry and pushed Jack to the ground and pulled her gun.

"I told you I would be stronger than you. And I am." She pointed the gun at jack arm and pulled the trigger. The bullet left the gun and tore through Jack shoulder with a loud crash. She cocked it again and leveled it at Norrington's head.

"NO!!!" Jack yelled and went between the gun and Norrington, "Not in cold blood murder. Not when a man is down, that is cold blood murder, and I will not let you!" Mavis pulled the trigger, it clicked. She had only put one bullet in. Mavis grinned.

"So you have learned honour, I didn't know for sure. And you have learned that life is not worth death in cold blood." Mavis replied. "Even at the stake of your own life. He's just sleeping, it was a sleeping poidon. We will meet again" Mavis turned and left, Anne took one last glance at her still-alive uncle and followed.

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Norrington woke up in a large dingy room with two other people in it. One was a rather plump woman with wet clothes, herbs, and fresh water. The other was sitting in a chair sating out the window: Jack Sparrow.

"Mr. Sparrow, I demand you tell me my whereabouts" Norrington said, cursing his voice for cracking.

"With pleasure," he turned from the window, "you are in my aunt's house. Or it was her house till the fever took her. That is Gretchen. She was a friend of my aunt's and has moved into the house."

"Why am I here?" Norrington continued.

"The fever's got you. Gretchen is the best healer I know of, but she's not rich, so hardly anyone knows of her. And she is scarred. She already fixed me up and now she's getting your medicine." He replied. At this, the plump woman, Gretchen, walked to Norrington, and he saw for himself she was scarred. Not only that, she was hideous, Norrington had to keep from grimacing. Her nose was huge and had warts all over it, her skin was tanned, her teeth where almost all missing and those that were there where yellow, her hair was greasing and dirty, her ears where like elephants, and her skin was covered with warts and scars. The thing that wasn't repulsive were her eyes, they were kind and bright. Norrington relaxed a little.

"I've got the fever. What happened to Annabel?"

"She left with my twin sister, so you can just say she got caught between the gunfire and died."

"I'll do that. So that crazy woman was your sister? I hate to see your mother."

"That won't be a problem, she's dead."

"Oh, how?"

"I killed her." Jack said softly and looked back out the window. Norrington said nothing but lay back down. "I suppose what Mavis sings is true."

"What did she sing?"

"I've got everybody fooled."

"I'm not going to ask what that means, it will likely be long." Jack nodded and sat up and clapped his hands, then winced with the warning from the bullet wound in his shoulder.

"You will be ready to go soon, Admiral." Gretchen said, "you just need to take this medicine and swallow it twice a day." She handed him a foul smelling bag. Norrington looked at her, gave his thanks and left the home. Then he turned around

"Jack, I won't be able to let you run free, you know that don't you?"

"Aye. I know of it." Jack hollered back, Norrington nodded and walked off into the night.

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