If there was one thing about the twenty first century that Jack had taken an immediate disliking too, it was duck tape. In the backseat of the car, he strained to break it apart, but it refused to give. The sadistic bastards had decided it would be funnier if they taped him up instead of tying him up. Besides that, he didn't have enough room to properly wiggle. Danny was taking up half the backseat, and he wasn't moving anywhere as he was out cold. Jack tried to stretch one leg and keep the other in place to see if he could strain the tape, but ended up accidentally kicking Danny in the arm.

"Unh…" He moaned, curling up in a smaller ball in the corner of the seat. Jack made a face as he saw the side of Danny's forehead, bruising up. The two up front driving took no notice of Jack's struggling, seemingly content in their belief that he wouldn't get loose. He gave up for the moment, instead sliding to the floor between the back seat and the front seat and sliding towards Danny. Creating an awkward position for himself, he lifted his feet, and rocked Danny's shoulder.

"Hey lad. Wake up." Jack told him. Suddenly he was swatted upside the back of the head from the pirate in the passenger's side seat.

"Shut up." He snapped, before turning back around. Jack shot him a dark look, swearing to himself that he would remember him and he would die painfully when the time came. He put his feet down, peering intently at Danny. He wished he could find some tell tale sign that Will would be appearing sometime soon. It would be reassuring to know that he'd have someone at his back, but at the moment, he was stuck all on his onesies. He tried to pull his hands apart again, but the tape held firm. With a groan, he laid back against the door, laying his head down on his arms.

A while later, the car pulled to a stop and both men got out. Jack looked up, noticing that night had fallen during the trip. He didn't have long to dwell on it as the car door behind him opened and he fell backwards onto the ground. Someone's boot made contact with his stomach, and he curled up into a ball with a groan. When he got out of this, not if, but when, he would make sure every one of them paid dearly for what they were doing to him. One man knelt down, cautious to stay as far away as he could as he cut the tape on Jack's legs. Another hauled him to his feet and shoved him as Danny was pulled from the vehicle and dumped onto the ground. The younger man let out a groan, rolling over onto his back. Almost immediately he was roughly pulled to his feet like Jack had been, and shoved into step by the pirate. As they were forced to march down the hallway, Jack looked over at him.

"How ye feelin'?"

"Like I was kicked in the head by a horse." He said, wincing. "Where are we?"

Jack shrugged, finding it slightly difficult with his hands taped behind his back. "Not sure. I fell between the seats on our way here and couldn't quite see out the window. Most likely wouldn't matter anyway. Probably in Smythe's territory now." Danny took a deep breath.

"What's he going to do with us?"

"Most likely kill us." Jack said in a casual tone, which only served to convince Danny more that the man was utterly insane.

"Jack, I hate to be pessimistic, but I don't think there would be any coming back from being dead this time if he's as powerful as you say." Danny bit his lip and looked down the dark hallway. There was a room at the end, the door outlined from the light within. A hand reached out and grabbed the tape around his wrists, pulling him to a halt. One of their captors brushed by and opened the door, while the other two pushed Jack and Danny inside.

Danny was instantly reminded of the dining room of a mansion; Jack instantly felt the need to plunder. They both looked around as they were led to the large table in the room. No expense had been spared on the room. There was a painting hanging over the fireplace, a small child staring at them with dead eyes. The windows were covered with heavy silk curtains, the table and chairs seemed to be made of mahogany wood.

"Mike!" Jack turned, part of him still responding to that name. His eyes fell on Nina, tied to one of the chairs at the table. She seemed to be ok, despite the fear in her eyes. The moment he made eye contact with her however, there was a little bit of hope there as well. Beside her sat a blond girl, the one Jack had remembered seeing Danny talking to before the mad dash to get back to the house. She also bore a striking resemblance to none other than Elizabeth Swann. Her eyes lit up as well when she saw Danny. Danny started struggling.

"Hannah? Let her go!" He shouted. A chuckled came from the chair with its back to them, and Jack's eyes narrowed as he recognized the voice. It sent chills up his spine, and he wanted nothing more than to help this man on his way to hell.

Jonas Smythe stood up, moving away from the chair. "You do know that that never really works don't you? Chivalry is dead, boy." He leaned against the fireplace, eyes roaming over Jack and Danny. "Incredible. That's why I could never find your soul to pull back and torture. She'd hidden you quite well, the old wench." He pushed away, walking closer to Jack and Danny. The men stood obediently, waiting for their next orders. Jack's body stiffened as the enemy neared, and Danny looked torn between fear and anger. Smythe stood face to face with Jack. "You can make this easy. You tell me where that treasure is, and I'll let the girls, the whelp, and you go and you can go back to living a normal life. Or, I can get it the hard way. What shall it be?"

Jack smirked. "I don't even have to think about that. There's no way yer getting' what's mine, mate. I paid for that half of the treasure with me blood, and I don't intend to give it up. Ye can torture me as much as ye'd like, but I'll never give." Smythe patted him on the chest, laughing.

"Not you, Jack. That would be too easy." He nodded his head, and two men grabbed Danny by the arms, dragging him over to one of the chairs. Jack lunged forward.

"Stop! Don't do this!" He bellowed. Danny was thrown into the chair. One of the men pulled him forward to rip the tape from his hands and pull his left hand forward onto the table. Danny struggled against them, making it harder for them to pin him down. Jack slammed his foot down on the foot of one of the man guarding him. The man let out a yell and let him go. Jack moved towards the table, but Smythe was quicker, sweeping his legs out from under him. He crashed to the floor, unable to catch himself as his hands were behind his back. Smythe planted a boot on his chest, keeping him down. He nodded to one of his men standing back from the scene.

Danny kicked one of the men away from him, growing desperate. He didn't know what they were going to do to him, and he didn't want to find out. The guard cursed at him, getting up and grabbing his foot as Danny launched another kick. Danny tried to kick him with the other foot, and that one was grabbed as well. Now he had no way to gain leverage to fight, and they managed to lay his left hand flat on the table. The man Smythe nodded to moved up behind the chair, unfolding his pocket knife. Danny never saw him coming, and the next thing he knew he was crying out in pain. Hannah jumped, her face turning a slight green as she stared in horror. Nina screamed, struggling against her bonds.

"Stop this! Leave my son alone!" She shouted, as Danny took a deep and trembling breath. He stared down at the knife that was through his hand and embedded into the table. Smythe hauled Jack to his feet, grabbing his chin and making him look.

"What do you say now, Jack? Is it worth the pain of your best friend?" He hissed in Jack's ear. Danny shook his head, hoping Jack wouldn't say a word. Jack stared back at him, his mind debating. When Jack didn't speak up, Smythe nodded to the man with the knife. The guy grinned, pushing it to the side. Danny sucked in a deep breath as he felt the skin and muscles in his hand pull and rip. Tears sprang to his eyes, and he quit struggling against the other two men. The farther it was pushed, the more pain shot up his arm. Black spots danced in front of his eyes, and he slumped back against the chair. Smythe kicked out a chair from the table, throwing Jack into it. He pulled one out for himself, sitting so he was facing the pirate captain.

"You can stop this. Tell me where the treasure is, and the boy suffers no more." He said quietly. "Look at him, Jack. He's in all this pain because of you." He nodded again, and the man pulled the knife in the opposite direction, creating fresh pain for Danny. He bit down on his lips, trying not to cry out. Jack swallowed, looking from Smythe to Danny. Nina fought against her bonds, cursing at the men. Hannah also started shouting at them.

"Stop." Jack said quietly, but when the man didn't let up on the knife, he nearly shouted it. "Stop!" Smythe smiled.

"Something to say, Mr. Sparrow?"

"It's Captain." He noticed Nina regarding him with an odd look. All this time, she'd heard Smythe referring to her lover as Jack. He was in for a hell of an explanation after this was all over. "I'll tell you where the treasure is, just stop torturing the boy." Smythe waved a hand, and the man holding the pocket knife backed off, but left the knife in Danny's hand. Danny slumped forward on the table, nearly unconscious again from the pain. Jack was presented with a piece of paper and a pen.

"That helps when me hands are tied behind me back." Jack muttered, rolling his eyes. Smythe gave him a dirty look and motioned for Jack to be untied. The pirate grunted when the duck tape was ripped off his arms, unfortunately taking some hair with it. "Watch it!" His arms were pulled in front of him and taped again. He stared at the tape in utter hatred. "Like this is a lot easier." He picked up the pen and started scribbling. A few minutes later, he put the pen down and pushed the paper towards Smythe. "There are your bloody directions. Now let them go." He held up his hands. Smythe ignored him, reading the directions as he got to his feet.

"I'm not letting anyone go, Jack Sparrow. As a matter of fact, these two lovely young ladies are going to be accompanying me. Maybe if your directions are right, I'll bring them back to you. Maybe." Smythe glanced up at him and smirked. "Duvall, Henderson, grab Miss Smith and Miss Swann. They'll be coming with us."

"Yer goin' to regret this. You and every one of yer crew." Jack snarled, his eyes blazing in anger. "Just you wait!" Nina was yanked up from her chair. She kicked off the floor, slamming the man holding her back into the wall and tried to run. Her arm was caught and she was pulled back.

"Get your damn hands off me before ye lose them!" She snarled angrily, as another man had to help the first in holding her still. She fought viciously with them, Jack rooting her on, until they were forced to tape her arms together as well. Hannah was yanked up from her chair as well, and she tried to emulate Nina, although her attempt was merely scoffed at. The man responsible for her threw her over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" She shouted, pounding on his back. Danny sat up, glancing over at her. Jack noticed the expression on his face.

One question about your business boy, or there's no use going. This girl, how far are you willing to go to save her?

I'd die for her.

Now he knew where Danny had been disappearing to on certain days after chores were done and there was a lull in business. All this time he'd had a girlfriend, and neither he nor Nina knew about it. The expression on Danny's face was the same one Will had on his own when Jack had asked him if he would do whatever it took to save Elizabeth.

 Both women were carried towards the door, still struggling. Smythe folded the directions and slid them in his pocket.

"If all goes well, Captain, you'll be getting them back." He said. "I'll leave you two with four of my men. Try anything and they have my permission to give you a beating you won't forget." With that said he turned on his heel and walked towards the door. Right before Nina was pulled through, her eyes met with Jack's.

"Jack!" His heart accelerated. She had just called him Jack, which could only mean one thing.

"ANA!" He bellowed, trying to run for her, but he was grabbed and thrown violently back into the chair. His momentum tipped it over, and he tumbled to the ground with a grunt of pain. By the time he looked up, they were gone. He glanced up at the men standing over him, smirking down at him. "When I get done with ye, ye'll regret being born." Jack said, his tone low and dangerous.

"You here that Reef? He thinks he's actually going to get out of this alive." Reef laughed at his friend's comment.

"Sad, isn't it?" He grabbed Jack's arm. "Bones, help me get him righted." Bones helped Reef pull Jack into the chair that the third man had set up. Jack glanced briefly to Danny, and saw that he had long passed out on the table. For the moment, he was alone.

"I think I already know what I'm goin' to do." He glanced at Bones. "You'll be the first to go, most likely by the first weapon that comes to me hand, so you better hope it's got a sharp edge, or you'll be sufferin' mate." He looked towards Reef. "Then I'll take his sword and run you through with it for mockin' me alone. Maybe in the stomach so ye can think for a while about why ye shouldn't insult me." With that said, he turned to the final man, a cruel smirk on his face. "Ye haven't said one word or touched me yet. Keep that up, and ye might get out of this with a few missin' digits, but ye'll have yer life." He leaned back in the chair. "Any questions?" The three men glanced at each other. They knew Jack's reputation as being slightly insane. Finally Reef started laughing.

"Keep your mouth shut or you'll be the one dying in lots of pain." He told Jack. Jack stared calmly back at him.

"I really don't like ye." He said finally, narrowing his eyes slightly, a thoughtful look on his face. "I'm goin' to make sure ye take a long time to…" Reef's hand closed into a fist and a moment later, Jack's head snapped to the side under the force of the blow.

"Say that again, and it'll be the last words you ever say." He snarled. "Got it?"He watched uneasily as Jack's smirk returned.

"Leave him alone." Bones turned towards Danny, who opened his eyes slightly to look over at them. The pirate went over, leaning one hand against the table as he regarded the young man.

"Oh yeah? What are you goin' to do about it, boy?" He said with a laugh. At the moment, Danny didn't look like much of a threat. He still looked half out of it from the pain, and didn't answer Bones' question. "That's what I thought." He muttered, starting to turn when Danny moved. His eyes were no longer glazed, and instead held an angry fire. He grabbed onto the table with his free hand and swung his foot up. The toe of his steel toed boots made contact with Bones' cheek, and the man dropped to a pile on the floor in front of him, screaming in pain.

"That." He muttered. With his free hand, he grabbed the pocket knife and pulled. The expression of pain on his face lasted only a moment before his eyes settled on his second target. Reef narrowed his eyes, pulling out his sword.

"You're going to regret that, boy." He snarled, pulling the cutlass from its sheath.

"My name is not boy. It's Will." He flipped the pocket knife in his hand, catching it by the tip of the blade and promptly throwing it. It embedded itself deep into Reef's neck, and he fell to the floor, gagging. But it was too late for him. Will bent down and pulled the cutlass out of Bones' sheath, and acted as if he was testing the weight of it before looking back up at the third man. The guy took a look at Bones and Reef, then promptly turned on his heel and ran out the door. Will stepped over Bones and walked towards Jack, who was giving him an evil look.

"Those were mine!" He snapped. "I could've taken them! They mocked me and I needed to exact my revenge!"

"While you were tied up?" Will asked, looking amused. Jack stared angrily at him for a moment before lifting up his hands to have the tape cut. Will obliged, using the cutlass to slice through the duck tape. Jack got to his feet and plucked the cutlass from Reef's dead fingers.

"How's the hand?"

"I've had worse. It's not exactly the most pleasant right now, but I'll live."

"Nice shot by the way." Jack finally muttered as they walked towards the door.

"I'm a little rusty. I was aiming for his heart."