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Will: *gasp wheeze faint*

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Pirate-Jazzy: The special coffee? Well, let's just say it was VERY strong, heheh...

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Piratelf: *watches Piratelf disappear with C.C.Jack into bedroom* O.O No! . Must – protect – innocence!  *concentrates dreadfully hard until a halo pops out above her head* ^^ Oh, and you can tell Jack that I'm not bashing him! I LOVE him! But if some strange man came prancing through your town and threatened a man that you care about deeply wouldn't you feel a bit miffed? Eeeexactly! Don't worry; Sam will grow fond of him as the story progresses. I know she's a bit annoying. *sheepish look* It's just how I imagine her! She's a fiery, annoying, immature, loud, silly girl who is fiercely loyal to her friends and has a bravery that borders dangerously onto stupidity. Anyhoo, thanks for another long review! ^^

Rosha: I've never been called nuts before. o.o *goes and adds it to her list of names* I like all those adjectives for Will, especially the last one, teehee. ^_-

Elie31: Thanks! I updated as quickly as I could. I didn't eat or sleep the whole time! I slaved into the very bowels of the engulfing blackness of nightfall just to bring you this chapter! Well, not really (duh), but it makes me sound less lazy. ^^

Sorry for the delay. Here's the next chappie! (Sorry, Piratelf, more meanness to Jack in this one. But it stops in the next one! She even compliments his hat! Honest!)

Chapter 4: Tally Ho!

"Sam? Sam! Wake up! Come on, wake up!"

I head a far away sounding but familiar voice. It was soothing but I could barely make it out through the haze of my foggy mind.  I opened my bleary eyes slowly and could barely make out a worried face in front of me. Suddenly, it smiled and I felt myself being pulled into a hug. Comforting warmth flooded my body and I smiled inwardly. Yay! It was Will! At least now I knew he was alive.

As he pulled away, my head shifted and an intense pain seared through my skull. I moaned and he looked at me worriedly.

"What is it? Where does it hurt?"

"My head." I croaked.

He reached out to feel the back of my head and I winced as I felt him probing around the wound. When he brought his hand back, it was covered in blood. Good lord! What did I do, crack my whole skull open? No wonder it hurt!

I squeaked as Will suddenly swept me up into his arms and strode swiftly down the street.

"Where're we going?"

"To the doctor. Your head needs to be treated."

I gulped. I had always hated the doctor. "Will I...need stitches do you think?" I asked tentatively.

He glanced down at me with a sympathetic expression. "You might."

I moaned and fell silent. Stitches. I was going to die. I leaned my forehead against his chest. His firm chest. His sweaty chest. Heheh. Rawr!

No! Bad Sam! I mentally scolded myself. Don't think naughty thoughts about Will! That's disgusting!

That's FAR from disgusting and you know it!

What the-? Who're you?

Your subconscious. Call me Lucy.

Umm...ok. Nice to meet you.

As I was saying, you know that it's far from disgusting.

But we're friends and friends don't think about each other that way.

But-

Good. I'm glad we agree. End of discussion.

Silence greeted my...mental ears? Eh, whatever, the little voice kept silent. Creepy. Will shifted me a bit.

"I don't know what possessed you to run around the city when it was under attack! You could have been killed!"

"Ah, but I wasn't, was I?" No. I only got my skull cracked open. "I can take care of myself, you know." That wasn't a total lie. I could defend myself pretty well. Out in the town, though, with all of that chaos I doubted I would have lasted long had I been awake. I didn't think he needed to know that bit of information, however.

"All the same, you should have been more careful."

I frowned sullenly, fully intending to pout until Gabriel blew his horn. Humph. I was just trying to assist in the defense of my home. Was that so wrong?

Will hemmed and hawed for a bit before asking tentatively. "Were you worried about me?"

My eyes widened and I coughed nervously. "Well, um, I know you can take care of yourself so...a bit. Not overmuch though." I added the last part hastily. Alright, that was a flat out lie. Still, I figured he didn't need to know.

Rubbish! If he was worried about you wouldn't you want to know?

I glanced up and saw Will sigh, wearing a slightly saddened expression. Unsurprisingly, I instantly caved.

"Oh blazes, of course I was worried! Didn't you here me screaming for you? I was running all over the place looking for you!" I then hugged him as best as I could in my current position, which basically ended up with me squeezing the life out of his forearm.

I glanced up again and was rewarded with a bright smile. I smiled back and spoke in my best persuasive tone. "I don't think we really need to go to the doctor now, do we?"

He grinned fully. "Oh yes, I really think we do."

He laughed as I growled and hit his arm, none too gently. Settling back once more, I leaned against his chest.

Mmmm...

Shut it, Lucy!

~ One Hour Later ~

"No! There is absolutely now way in hell I am taking off my dress, you perv!"

I folded my arms and glared fiercely at the little man in front of me.

"Oh come now, dear, don't be difficult." He wheedled and I snorted. "I must treat your wound."

"I'm telling you it's not a wound! It's a tiny scratch that didn't even draw blood!"

I slapped away his hand as it reached for the laces of my dress. When Will and I had reached the doctor, the man had sent Will out into the hall to wait while he cleaned up my head and wrapped it cozily. Luckily, I hadn't needed any stitches. Now, however, the doctor got it into his mind that he wanted some lovin', or at least a free show, and was trying to get my dress off with the excuse of having to treat a scratch on my shoulder. The "wound" was so small that I hadn't even noticed it was there until he pointed it out.

I suddenly gasped with shock as he forcefully held my hands out of the way with one hand while untying the laces with the other. The poor deluded fool seemed to have the impression that the average woman had the strength of a piece of cheese, and the brains of one. Well, some do (*cough*squidgirl*cough*) but I, for one, do not!

With a screech of, "Oh my lord, you poncy old git!", I smacked his hand away and swung my fist around, decking him hard on the side of his face. Just at that moment, the door burst open and Will looked about the room wildly.

"I heard screaming! What is it?!"

It didn't take much brains to figure out what had happened. I was standing to the side with my chest heaving, knuckles bruised, my dress laces half untied, and a smirk firmly planted on my face. The doctor, on the other hand, was laying out cold on the floor, sporting a black eye of a rather attractive shade of purple.

Will shook his head at me and sighed. Wordlessly, he crossed the room and put some coins on the table before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the room.

"I'm not even going to ask." he said as we walked down the street.

"You don't want to hear about how brave and heroic I was?" I asked, feigning a slightly affronted look.

"Not really. Did you have to knock him unconscious, though?"

I puffed myself up indignantly and glared at him. "Yes, unless you would rather me have let him ravish me until the dawn!" I looked back at the road. "Probably what your precious little Lizzypoo would have done." I muttered.

At the mention of Elizabeth, he instantly perked up and looked at me with a horrified expression. "With all the fuss I forgot! They've taken her! Come!"

As his words sunk in, he dragged me in the direction of the fort before I had a chance to do a victory dance. Elizabeth was kidnapped by pirates! Woohoo! Eventually we reached the fort and we ran up to where the Governor and Commodore Poohead were looking at maps and things.

Will ran up. "They've taken her! They've taken Elizabeth!" he shouted.

Commodore Poohead sighed and said to a soldier with a bored tone, "Mr. Murtogg, remove this man."

I scowled at him but Will continued. "We have to hunt them down! We must save her!"

The Governor turned around and looked at us both anxiously. "And where do you propose we start? If you have any information concerning my daughter then please share it!"

I almost felt sorry for the guy. Almost. He was Squid Girl's father, after all.

Murtogg, one of the soldiers said, "That Jack Sparrow. He talked about the Black Pearl."

"Mentioned it, is more what he did." corrected the portly soldier next to him.

"Ask him where it is. Make a deal with him he could lead us to it." reasoned Will.

Poohead Man practically rolled his eyes and said, in his bored tone again, "No. The pirates who invaded this fort left Sparrow locked in his cell ergo they are not his allies. Governor, we will establish their most likely course-"

"That's not good enough!" Will roared and slammed his hatchet down in the center of the map. I grinned. Yay for Will!

Commodore Poohead, however, was not quite so pleased. He pulled the hatchet from his map and, grabbing Will's arm, forcefully led him to the side. "Mr. Turner, you are not a military man, you are not a sailor. You are a blacksmith."

I peaked around Will's shoulder and piped up indignantly. "Listen Commodore Poohead, without this blacksmith your soldiers wouldn't have any weapons! Listen to the man!"

The good Commodore (cough) ignored me, for some unknown reason, and continued with his speech. "Do not make the mistake of thinking you are the only man here who cares for Elizabeth."

I stared at him agape. Oh – my – lord. Commodore Poohead loves Elizabeth too?! Oh, this was rich! Unable to contain myself, I burst out laughing. The Commodore looked extremely offended but before he could say a word, Will stalked off pulling me along with him.

We ran along wordlessly. Well, unless loud chortling counts as talking. If so then it was a rather one-sided conversation. Anyway, he was obviously heading towards the prison. Great. Now we were going to have a little chat with Captain Fathead.  Just my luck. Suddenly, I brightened. At least now I can see the extent of the bruises on his face. Happy!

We dashed down the stairs and could see Fathead in the first cell. Will strode up to him.

"You! Sparrow!"

Fathead lifted his head from where it had been laying on the ground. "Aye?"

"You are familiar with the ship the Black Pearl?"

"I've heard of it." he answered.

"Where does it make berth?"

Jack looked at him incredulously. "Where does it make berth? 'Ave you no' heard the stories?" At receiving blank looks, he continued. "Captain Barbossa an' 'is crew of miscreants sail from the dreaded Isla de Muerta. It's an island tha' cannot be found except by those who already know where it is."

I don't know about you, but that last sentence had me completely confused. As I was trying to figure it out, Will spoke up again. "The ship's real enough. Therefore its anchorage must be a real place."

I smiled proudly. "There's logic for you!"

Will gave me a small smile before turning back to Jack, who was picking at his nails.

"Why ask me?" the pirate asked lazily.

"Because you're a pirate." Will answered. I rolled my eyes. I take back my last sentence.

"An' you want to become one yourself, is tha' it?"

Will gripped the bars fiercely. "Never!"

I raised an eyebrow at his hostility. "What's the deal, Will? Pirates are cool!" At Jack's grin, I turned to him and narrowed my eyes. "Except you. You're a fathead!" The grin instantly disappeared.

Will, however, ignored me. What is it with people and ignoring me today?

He looked down. "He took Miss Swann."

Jack looked from Will to me, not missing the sudden scowl that graced my face as Squid Girl's name was mentioned. He looked at me pointedly. "I thought you were his girl, lass?"

I blushed furiously. "Oh, I'm just a friend."

He gave me a look before turning back to Will. "Well, if you're intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue an' so win fair lady's heart, you'll 'ave to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it fer me."

Will smiled knowingly. "I can get you out of here."

"How's that? The key's run off."

"I helped build these cells. These are half pin-barrel hinges." He turned around and picked up a bench behind him, setting one end down to use it as a lever. "With the right leverage and proper application of strength, the door will lift free."

Jack sat up and looked at Will strangely. "What's your name?"

"Will Turner."

Fathead looked thoughtful. "That'll be short for William, I imagine. Good strong name. No doubt named f' your father, eh?"

Now it was Will's turn to look at him strangely. "Yes."

Jack sat thinking. "Uh huh... 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 th' Black Pearl and your bonny lass. Do we 'ave an accord?"

Will reached through the bars and shook his hand. "Agreed."

Have you noticed that when men shake hands they don't actually shake their hands? They just clasp them firmly for a moment and then let go. I suppose that it's just the 'manly' thing to do. I shook my head. Men.

Jack smiled. "Agreed. Get me out."

I watched as Will pushed on the other side of the bench and lifted the door free. He then grabbed it and through it to the side. I winced as it crashed to the ground.

"Hurry! Someone will have heard that."

Jack scurried to the wall and grabbed his things. "Not without my affects!"

He grabbed them and we all scurried up the stairs. When we started heading to the harbor, we passed by the smithy. I turned to Will and tugged on his sleeve. "Will, I need to change out of this dress. I can't go on a fighting adventure with pirates and the like in a dress!"

He turned to me shocked, as if just remembering that I was there. "Wha-no! You can't go!"

My mouth dropped open. "Whadya mean I can't go? Of course I'm going!"

He stopped walking and turned to me. "No, Sam, I'm serious. It's too dangerous!"

I scowled. "Then why did you bother teaching me to fight? Why did you bother learning to fight? So you can fight pirates when they sack your town every fifteen years?"

". . . . ."

"Exactly!"

He threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine! We don't have time for you to run home, though, so just grab some of my clothes. They'll be big on you but it will have to do."

I nodded and dashed into the smithy while they waited outside. Hurrying to his dresser, I grabbed a random shirt and pair of breeches. Stripping out of my dress, I hastily put on Will's clothes. When I finished, I was engulfed in his scent and I smiled. I could get used to this. I waddle over to the door. He was right, they were too big. His shirt reached down past my thighs and the breeches went all the way down to my ankles. Oh well! I patted my sword at my hip and hurried outside. The two men made no move to continue to the harbor and just looked at me with strange expressions.

I pushed my chin up with as much dignity as I could muster. "Well? Are you just going to stand there forever? We have a Squid to rescue!"

I started jogging away, missing the confused looks. "Come, men!" I shouted over my shoulder. "To the docks! TALLY HOOOO!"