Yes, yet another chapter. I think this MIGHT be my last one, though I'm not sure.

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Jail House Blues

I woke with a splitting headache. I sat up slowly, trying to lessen the pain. I grabbed my head.

"I heard you create quite a noise while you were trying to escape them." Said a voice from the other cell. I looked over at him, through narrowed eyes.

"Never would have caught me if I hadn't been ambushed." I answered.

"Ambushed? By how many?" Another man in the cell asked.

I grinned. Time for another legend to the growing list. Wonderful tales of the Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Well, there I was, stuck in a corner when ten guards came running from the side street…."

As I started my tale of narrowly escaping from the docks and then escaping through the streets, I had to wonder how far to go with this tale. It wasn't every day you met a group of guys who would believe anything you gave them. Then again, I was one of the best story tellers.

"That's when he knocked me to the ground and tied me up so I wouldn't struggle." I said, finishing my tale. "Now I'm here."

"You did all that?" The man questioned.

"Aye." I answered. He and the others passed a look between one another. They believed all right. It didn't take much truth for them to believe but it was enough.

I grabbed my hat which the Commodore was nice enough to leave in my cell with me. I could spot my coat, pistol, cutlass and compass through the bars. They were hanging on nails right across from my cell. Talk about irony.

I sat down on the jail bench, leaning against the wall. Might as well get some shut eye. I tilted my hat down so I could block the light from touching my eyes. That's when I heard the men in the other cell. They were beckoning for a dog, which had the cell keys in his mouth, to go over to them.

I gave an inward sigh. Like the Royal Guard would set up a dog that would go to prisoners.

"You can keep doing that forever, the dog will never move." I say to them, wanting their voices to stop so I could get some sleep. Well, if I am to get out of here, I need a plan first. And the best way to think of a plan is to sleep on it. Am I right?

"Well, excuse us if we haven't reserved ourselves to the gallows just yet." The man said.

A rather witty remark, I'm surprised. I turn to him, offering a smirk. It sure was a good remark. Maybe I'll let him join my crew when I get my pearl back?

Alright. Now we're on the right track. Getting my pearl back. That's the main idea in this plan. I need to get it back from that thieving, no good bloody bastard Barbossa.

First things first. I need to find a way to find the dirty rotten filthy scoundrel. Secondly, I need to take back the ship. Thirdly and most importantly, I need to kill him with my pistol.

Sounds all good and dandy, but how am I going to get my ship back? Always use some type of barging chip. That would work. But, what do I have that Barbossa needs, other then a personality?

I suddenly hear the booming sound of canon fire. Aw well. All good things must come to an end. Wait.

"I know those guns." I say out loud. I get up and look out the small window. At first I can't see that well, because everything is blackened. Then, when another canon fires I focus in on it. "It's the pearl."

My pearl! It's here! Thank you lord! I finally have found my ship!

"Black Pearl?" The man questioned. I'm barley listening.

Ok, I got to get my head together. Barbossa needs something if he's attacking this port. He must need something badly to be attacking it in full force and in the presence of top military officers too. What is it that he could possible need that was more important to him then the life of his crew and his... MY ship?

"I've heard stories. She's been praying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors." He informs me and the rest of the lot.

"No survivors? Then where do the stories come from I wonder?" I questioned with a smirk.

They gave me a confused look. Never tell a story that you can't back up with an answer to every question. The first rule I learned as a myth builder myself.

I look back at the Pearl. She's not nearly as beautiful as I left her. Her sails, torn and roughed, in need of repair. Her bow looked roughed even from my point. I could choke the life out of Barbossa for treating my Pearl the way he has!

That's when I notice where the next canon ball is going. I dive aside as the canon ball hits the cell next to me. I turned around quickly to see if it left me a hole big enough to crawl through. None.

" My sympathies friend. You have no manner of luck at all." The man said, hoping out of the wall. I step towards the small hole that was left on my side. Not even big enough to stick my head through. Great. Just great.

I need to get out of here and fast! The Pearl and its crew can pillage an entire settlement by now!

I grab the bone the other mean we using before and stuck it out of my cell. I didn't really notice the moonlight shining in from outside.

I whistle at the dog. "Come on Doggy!"

The Dog raises his head at me.

"Come on. It's just you and me now. It's you and old jack. Come on." I say to him. The dog gets up and moves closer to me. "Come on. That's a boy. Good boy. Come get the bone. That's a good boy. Come on. A bit closer. A bit closer. That's it Doggy."

He's not moving fast enough! And he slowed down to a stop. Just out of my reach! "Come on you filthy, slimy mangy cur."

He turns his head away from me after hearing the door open.

"No don't do that." I say as he starts to move away

He runs away from me, going down the stairs. "No, no, no! I didn't mean it! I didn't… Aw…"

I hear a gun shot, and look up towards the other stairs. An Officer falls down them, apparently dead. I stand up as I see two pirates come in. As they step a little closer I can tell. They are part of the crew! I could never forget those faces as they watched me being thrown overboard!

Filthy cads! I lean against the cell door in a relaxed position, barley able to contain my anger.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here Twigg. Captain Jack Sparrow." He says, sitting on my boots.

"Last time I saw you, you were all alone. On a godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance. Your fortunes haven't improved much." Twigg said.

I'm barely able to contain my anger. But, I'm older. Wiser than before. I know now that anger doesn't get you very far in life. It never does anyone any good. It just makes things more complicated.

"Worry about your own fortunes Gentlemen. The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." I say, giving them a warning. I may be out of luck in life, but I'm sure not going to be suffering like they are in hell.

The first one reached through and grabs my throat. To my utter surprise, I see a skeleton hand choking me! It's not exactly what you'd expect to be trying to kill you when you insult a living man!

Skeleton…. Wait… the curse. It's real? I thought it was all legend and myth? Apparently, I was mistaken.

"That's interesting." I say to him. Glad I got control over my voice. It hitched a bit, but no so much so that they would notice.

"You know nothing of hell." He informs me, letting go and walking away. I move back to my first position, looking down at the bone in my hands.

If that part of the legend is true, along with the whole not being able to eat, drink or feel, I'm guessing, and then maybe the other part is too… Bootstrap…

"That's very interesting." I say to no one.

If they need the blood and they killed Bootstrap, then… they must be searching for Bootstrap's kid!

Well, I know he was named after his father... Come on think! Bootstraps real name... I know he told me it before.

'Bill… longer… Will… same... William... That's it! William. Now… William what?"

I sat down thinking it over. "William… William…"

Blast! I can't think of his last name! I know it starts with a T… Turnip? No. Turn… Turn... Turned? No.

While I was thinking, I didn't realize I was falling asleep. When I awoke, I could hear the whole town running around trying to repair everything. I sat up with a fuzzy mind. I knew I had a rough day yesterday.

"Mr. Sparrow." I hear.

I look up to see Commodore Norrington looking at me with utter hatred. What else is new?

"Do you have any information as to the whereabouts of the pirate who sacked the port last night?" He questioned.

I was about to answer with a yes. Maybe I could use him to get me out of here and chase after the pearl? No. Stupid idea. For one, he was drain the information from me, two, I wouldn't be able to find out exactly what happened and three, he would lock me up anyways.

"Am I to have detected the sound of an ego being broken?" I say. "You might want to try some rum. It helps calm the nerves."

He gave me a glare. Then turned to another Officer. "I want you to have some of the finest men crafting the gallows. I want them to be ready as soon as possible."

I resisted the urge to gulp. So. He thought he could threaten the great Captain Jack Sparrow eh? Well, time to think again suitor boy.

"I know all about them." I say to him, earning myself a look. I give a grin. I couldn't help myself. "The Captain is so evil he was spat out of hell itself and the crew is dammed to be the living dead. Only in the moonlight are they shown for what they are. They're probably going to go lift the curse right now. Want to know where that is?"

The Commodore gives them a stern look. "I'm in no mood to hear tales of so called cursed Pirates."

"Well, then you'll never know what happened will you, Commodore?" I say to him, giving him a cheeky look.

They all left quickly, wanting to get away from me as soon as possible I suspect. Good. I hate having them around anyways.

I pick up the bone from the ground and started to pick the lock. I was never any good at this, then again…

"Please…" I whisper. I try again. Then I hear the door opening. Not Norrington again! I lay back and pretend I'm asleep.

"You! Sparrow!" The voice questions.

Not, Norrington! Good. I look up. "Aye?"

"You are familiar with that ship the black pearl?" He questions me.

Wait a second! It's that blacksmith that beat me at sword fighting! "I've heard of it."

"Where does it make berth?" He questions.

"Where does it make berth? Have you not heard the stories?" I question to him. Apparently he hasn't. He gives me a look as if to say, 'how dare you accuse me of hearing pirate stories!' "Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants, sail from the dreaded Isle de Marta. It's an island that cannot be found, expect by those who already know where it is."

"The Ship's real enough. Therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?" He questions me.

"Why ask me?" Like I'd tell him anything.

"Because you're a pirate." He says. His voice is a dead give away. Something's up. Maybe Barbossa took something of his?

"And you want to turn pirate yourself is that it?" I ask him. I know he's going to say no.

"Never!" he sounds insulted. I wait. I'm not saying anything without an explanation. "They took Miss. Swann."

"Oh, so it is you found a girl! I see." I say as I sat up. I knew a woman had to be involved somehow. There always is a Lass involved if a lad is doing something stupid. Like going after cursed Pirates. There's no way I'm being mixed in with that. "Well, If you're intending to brave all hasten to a rescue, and so win, fair lady's heart, you'll have to do it alone mate. I see no profit in it for me."

"I can get you out of here." He offers.

"How's that? The keys run off." I say, tilting my head to where the Dog ran. Damn dog.

"I help build these cells. These are half barrel pin hinges." He says, pointing to the hinges on my cell. He turns around and flips over a bench. "With the right leverage and proper application of strength, the door with lift free."

Really now. I'm about to tell the young lad off, when I realized something. He does look very familiar. Blast! I still can't think of who he looks like. Maybe, getting his name will help.

"What's your name?" I ask him.

"Will Turner."

Will… short for William. Could be. I'll have to probe a bit more. "That would be short for William I imagine. Good, strong name. No doubt named from your Father, aye?"

He gives me a look, as if he was wondering how I knew. "Yes."

Bootstrap's kid. I should have known! No wonder he looked so familiar! He only looks exactly like him! He's what Barbossa is after. If I can just get out of here, get a ship and a crew, I'll find that bastard Barbossa! It's time to put my bargaining skills to work.

"Well Mr. Turner. I 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 bonnie lass. Do we have an accord?" I hold out my hand to him.

He shakes it. "Agreed."

"Agreed. Get me out." I say.

He pulls the bench in and the door lifts free. Just like he said. Well, I'll be damned.

"Hurry. Someone would have heard that." He says. The door did make a loud sound.

"Not without my effects." I say, grabbing my pistol, cutlass and coat.

"Why bother with that? You could have escaped before but you weren't willing to use it." He informs me.

I hold out my pistol, pointing it at him. "Are you advising me that was a mistake?"

He seems to double think freeing me.

"When you only got one shot it's best to wait for the opportune moment. That wasn't it. Nor is this." I say, putting my pistol away. Best be on my way! Soon, I'll have my pearl back!

YES! Done with it! Hope you like and please review!