Sorry it took so long! Thank you to anyone who is still reading this!

Thanks to: leonsalanna, sparrow fan, & Nikki1589 for your great reviews! Nikki, I'm so sorry I haven't found time to read your fic yet! (Or anyone else's for that matter, I've been busy!)

Disclaimer: I don't own potc (sob sob)

Here it is...

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"This is madness!" Will burst out as Norrington and his men left the gallows.

Dominique huddled herself in the corner of the dirty cold floor, "this is bloody awful!"

Anamaria's head darted to where her daughter was, "Dominique!"

"Mama! I'm a pirate!" Dominique yelled, "Daddy's gone! I don't have the scarf he promised me and I'm gonna get it!"

"Well how are we gonna get out, Will?" Anamaria asked Will impatiently.

"Well last time I helped Jack escape, I used a wooden stool to lift the bars free."

"How?" Anamaria asked curiously.

"I helped make these cells," Will answered. "But it won't work from the inside."

"I know!" Dominique exclaimed. "You go in that corner!" she directed to Will and Anamaria. "Leave it to me. Don't do anything!"

She took a stick and rattled it between 2 bars of the window. "Hey mate!"

A little boy with sandy brown hair raced to the window, his face full of curiosity. "Hi! Who are you?"

"Dominique. Can you get me out of here please?" she begged while fluttering her eyelashes.

The boy smiled and blushed, "Sure, alright! My name's James!"

"Awww, that's nice. Now get me out!" Dominique tapped her foot impatiently.

"Wait, why are you in the gallows in the first place?"

"Um...piracy?" she guessed.

"You're a pirate?" James said excitedly.

"Yeah and if you get me out, I'll give you some real pirate treasure!" Dominique said brightly, while keeping her voice to a whisper.

"Wow! Now how do I get you out?" James asked, puzzled.

Dominique rolled her eyes. She should've expected this. "Well you're three cards short of a deck, aren't you mate!" she said quoting her father.

"What?"

"Never mind," Dominique sighed. "Hold on."

She went to Will, "Do you have a hatchet or somethin?" she whispered.

"Crowbar," Will told her, handing Dominique a wooden tool.

Dominique passed the crowbar through the bars. "Bend the bars with this thing. Make it wide enough for me to crawl through."

James complied and Will gave Dominique a boost up. Soon Dominique was up on the ground.

"Where's my treasure?" James asked eagerly.

"Oops, almost forgot!" Dominique kissed him quickly on the cheek and took off towards the gallows entrance.

Dominique walked through the dusty cells and stopped in front of the dog. "Here you! Come here doggy!" she shook her silver charms on her belt.

Will and Anamaria watched from a nearby cell as Dominique petted the dog and snagged away the shiny ring of keys.

"I think it's this one." Anamaria selected a key from the ring. She reached outside the bars and unlocked the door.

"Hey! What about us?" cried another prisoner in fury.

"Sorry! Can't afford to free anyone else today!" Will replied. "Oh and keep it down!"

The 3 fugitives tiptoed out of the cell and headed slowly, but quietly to the exit.

"Where in hell's name do you think you're going?!"

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Night was falling over the ocean. The fog was rising and a light rain fell, pattering on the deck of the Pearl. Inside Jack and Elizabeth sat at an oak table across from one another. Noelle lay wrapped in Dominique's old cradle in the corner.

"So the cradle is perfect. Thank you Jack," Elizabeth said.

"I didn't do anything. Cradle's always been there. It's like Dominique's here when I see Nona using it." Jack remarked, ignoring Elizabeth's smirk. "Ah, thank you Gibbs."

Mr. Gibbs set out roasted rabbit, biscuits, apples, and wine on the table.

"Now where are we going tomorrow?" Elizabeth asked.

"Hold on. Lemme get me rum." Jack dug through a sack next to the cradle. Noelle gurgled.

"No Naomi, no rum for you!" Jack grinned cornily.

"Noelle! Jack, Noelle!" Elizabeth reminded him again.

"Yes. Her too!"

The two sat down again and started to eat.

"Now what were you sayin, luv?" Jack asked, taking a long swig of rum.

"Tomorrow, where are we going?" Elizabeth asked.

"Ah, well, the attacking ship that night was Barbossa's old crew—"

Elizabeth coughed, "What!"

"Apparently I forgot to mention that."

"Yes you did. Anything else, like maybe they kidnapped Will? Elizabeth snapped.

"No no no! Soon after Anamaria and Dominique went overboard, the attacking ship turned around and left. So if I'm assuming correctly, the ship was following them," Jack drank more rum. "So either they, if Will's even with them, were captured or they died."

Elizabeth's eyes widened.

"Or they survived," Jack added quickly.

"Right," Elizabeth said. "Jack, do you have any more wine?" she gestured to her empty glass.

"Aye, luv! But don't you want to drink something a little stronger? A real pirate drink? Not some fancy-shmancy 'Port Royale' drink?" Jack offered her a full-unopened bottle of rum.

Elizabeth winced at the dark thick liquid. But then she remembered her new- found freedom and reached for the bottle eagerly.

"So," Elizabeth started, removing the cork of the bottle. "Do we look for Barbossa's crew?"

"Bo`sun now, actually," Jack finished his bottle. "We'll set out at dawn and track down the Isle de Mueta. Then, from there—"Jack paused as he watched Elizabeth chugging down her bottle of rum.

"Great p-plan!" Elizabeth slurred happily. "We'll find Will in no time at all!"

Jack laughed heartily, drinking another bottle. "We'll destroy Bo`sun, Pintel, and that god-forsaken Ragetti!"

They clanged bottles and talked on and on into the night. Soon they were both completely drunk.

"And you and me, we'll sail the world together!" Jack shouted, his hands racing.

"Drink up me 'earties, yo ho!" Elizabeth sang loudly.

They danced round in circles in the creaking hull of the ship, singing off- key at the top of their lungs.

Jack suddenly tripped over a loose nail in the floorboards and tumbled down onto a rotting couch against the wall, Elizabeth landing on top of him.

They lay there, faces just inches apart. Elizabeth looked into Jack's dark chocolate eyes, sinking into them. She never really noticed exactly how gorgeous Jack was. His daring adventures and freedom had never appealed to her as much as they did now, making Jack seem so very dangerously sexy. Will didn't seem all the wonderful at the moment.

Jack stared into Elizabeth's light brown chestnut eyes, her moonlit brown hair tickling his face. Elizabeth really was beautiful. No wonder Will was so obsessed with her. She was so incredibly inexperienced with the pirate life and being independent, that it was funny. But the fact that she was so willing to give it a try made her seem so much more fascinating. Anamaria seemed to vanish from his mind, although it was intoxicated with alcohol at the moment.

"Elizabeth," Jack whispered, his hot breath sending a chill down her spine.

That was all Elizabeth needed. She dove her lips onto Jack's and they kissed passionately, their tongues dancing like the light of the fire. Her hands roamed Jack's bare tanned chest, sending sparks of electricity through his body. Jack kissed down her neck and played with the laces of her thin white dress. Their breaths heavy and uneven, all they focused on was the heat of their bodies pressed together and the passion that was rising between them.

A loud wail came from the cradle, just as Elizabeth's laces came undone.

"Will!" Elizabeth said suddenly. Though she was drunk, somewhere in her brain something told her to stop. She got off of Jack and ran to Noelle.

"What?" Jack said, confused. "Will?"

"I-I forgot!" Elizabeth focused on her words. "Will said always to look after the baby!"

"Oh," Jack remained silent.

They went to separate rooms, Elizabeth taking Noelle with her. However they both had mixed feelings.

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HA HA HA! Everyone hates me now!!!

Well, the next and final chapter should be up in a few days. It's all written I just need to type it!