Author's note: Unfortunately, I'm going to have to take some of the other actor's lines in the movie and give them to Ana. It'll just help the story make more sense and flow better. P.S. I have no affiliation with Disney other than I know the Pirates of the Caribbean theme by heart and sing it as loud as possible every time I go on the ride.

Walking around the crumbling building, Ana led Will to the main lobby of the prison. She stopped suddenly. "I'll let you take it from here, Master Turner," she said, indicating that he go in before her. Uncertainly, he took a step forward. "You want to find her don't you?" she asked calmly. With a look of fresh determination, Will Turner advanced resolutely into the crumbling structure and proceeded down the stairs.

Once on the lower level, Ana hung back in the shadows at the base of the stairs. She was very interested in how this was going to go. Although she was about the same height as Will, the heels of her boots allowed her to peer over his shoulder at the form lying inside the prison cell. From the rhythm of his breathing, she could tell he hadn't been in that position long.

"You, Sparrow!" Will articulated a bit too loudly. "Aye?" replied the form on the ground, raising his head slightly. Will went on, "You are familiar with that ship, the Black Pearl?" "I've heard of it," was the man's reply as he settled himself back down. "Where does it make berth?" "Where does it make berth," Jack repeated incredulously, "Have you not heard the stories?" From the back, Ana saw Will tilt his head as an indication he had no idea what stories Jack was talking about. "Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants sail from the dreaded Isla de Muerta. It's an island that cannot be found except by those who already know where it is," explained Jack in an offhand manner while still situating himself to find the most comfortable part of the stone floor. Will moved closer to the cell, "The ship's real enough. Therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?" Jack studied his nails on his right hand, "Why as me?" "Because you're a pirate," came the bitter reply. "And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?" Anger flared in Will and he grabbed the cell door, "Never!" Ana's eyebrows went high in mild surprise. Jack shrugged his shoulders slightly and returned to positioning himself. "They took Miss Swann," Will divulged resignedly. Jack sat right up, "Oh so it is that you've found a girl! I see. Well, if you're intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue and so win fair lady's heart, you'll have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me."

At this point, Ana removed herself from the shadows and stepped up to stand by Will's side. Jack's eyes widened at the sight of her. She surveyed him with squinted eyes. "He can get you out of here," she said. Deciding to ignore the fact that he had recognized her so quickly, he merely stated his doubt, "How's that? The key's run off." "I watched him help build these cells," she replied placidly.

Catching on, Will continued, pointing at the door frame, "These are half- pin barrel hinges." He turned around, saying, "Excuse me," to Ana and picked up a bench that was along the wall parallel to the cell door and placed the legs in between the spaces of the bars of iron. "With the right leverage and a proper application of strength, the door will lift free."

Ana threw a meaningful look at Jack, who caught it after a moment's hesitation. He looked from Ana to Will and sat up a little straighter, "What's your name?" "Will Turner." "That's short for William, I imagine. Good, strong name. No doubt named for your father, aye?" Will looked quizzically at Jack before answering slowly, "Yes."

Jack made to stand up. "Aha. Well, Mr. Turner, I've changed me mind. If you spring me from this cell, I swear on pain of death, I shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonny lass." He stuck his dirty hand out of the bars, "Do we have an accord?" Will hesitated only a second before shaking it, "Agreed." "Agreed," Jack repeated, "Get me out."

Ana moved forward to help Will lift the door free. As it clanged to the side, Will commanded, "Hurry, someone will have heard that." Jack darted for his belonging that the soldier Mullroy had handed over to Commodore Norrington, "Not without my effects." Will looked skeptically at the pistol in Jack's hand, "Why bother with that? You could have escaped if you'd killed me before but you weren't willing to use it."

Jack cocked the pistol and raised it level to Will's face, "Are you advising me that was a mistake?" Ana, realizing what had happened in Mr. Brown's workshop, stepped in front of the gun and lowered it slowly with her open palm pushing it downward, "Jack, when you've only got one shot it's best to wait for the opportune moment. That wasn't it. Nor is this." Jack pulled his gun away from Ana and uncocked it. They exchanged a glance before making their way up the stairs. Will, a feeling of relief and bewilderment on his face, followed them out into the daylight.

Sandlover: Woot! Thank you for your kind words! You're such a sweetie! Hope your ortho appointment wasn't too painful!

Pendragginink: Not to worry, I have no intention of having Ana slap Jack at all. "My sympathies, friend." Thanks for taking the time to read my story!