(AN) Ok! Here it is! Finally! The third chapter of Fire Walled! I'm sorry 'bout the delay, but yeah.

Ok! This chapter and all of my chapters are devoted to God because well.. He lets/helps me write them! (forgot to put that in the other chapters. Sorry!) so yeah! Um… the only person that isn't mine in this story is Jack Sparrow…I think….Anyways! I'm really tired so here it is! Enjoy!

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Andrew blinked twice.

"Ok then, I'll take that as a yes. I already have all the supplies, so get to it Mr. Bennings."

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Jack had long since left the room and Andrew's touch had gotten noticeably less gentile. He still hadn't said anything to Meg as far as words go. His touch had been enough. It was cold, hard, angry, a warning. Her hand still hurt from when he scrubbed out all the impurities lodged in her flesh. She swore he pushed harder than he had to.

"I don't like you." he said without looking up.

"Well," she stopped herself. She was about to give him a snide remark, but thought better of it. Her voice almost cracked and her eyes started to water as he poured more salt water on her wound. "May I ask why?"

He started to scrub again and she whimpered and looked away. "You don't belong here. You're going to distract the crew from our search. You're going to distract Jack. I can't let that happen. You won't be here long. I'll see to that."

He scrubbed harder and harder until her hand began to bleed again. She gasped and pulled her hand away. "Thank you Mr. Bennings. I can manage on my own now."

He smiled and gave a mock bow, his blue eyes now icy, "As you wish Milady." He walked slowly out the door."

She picked up the gauze, ready to wrap it up. Then she looked to her hand and began to cry.

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"Oh good! Andrew, you're done." Jack gave his friend a smile and started to walk toward the cabin.

Andrew stuck out his arm and caught him, "She said she wanted to be alone."

"Is that right?" Jack looked at the cabin suspiciously, "Well, there's something in there that I need to look at."

"Jack, c'mon. Do you really need it now? We still have the whole voyage back to the cave. Just give her a little time."

Jack looked at his friend's concerned face, and stopped. "Maybe you're right." He patted Andrew on the shoulder and walked the other way with his friend, "I'll give her ten minutes."

"I think she'll be alright by then." Andrew said with a grin, "You know how these women can be."

Jack chuckled, "Aye, that I do."

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Meg's tears slowly subsided into a quiet sniffling, and she absentmindedly started to wrap her hand. She couldn't get over the fact that she felt incredibly alone. She had no one to confide in, no friends, well maybe Jack, but she wasn't counting on that one. And even if she did become friends with Jack, Andrew would always be watching. Watching with those piercing blue eyes. She didn't think she could handle his cold blue eyes digging into her again.

What am I doing here? She thought to herself, Alright, lets review the facts. I live in Candace, Nevada. My favorite color is blue. I am Seventeen years old. I was born in the year…Ok well; my brain is really fried right now, so I'll skip that one. I was born in the town of…Darn it! She searched desperately for something she could hold onto. Who is the President of the United States? …Her mind went blank. What's happening to me? A picture of her mother flashed before her. She tried to grasp it in her mind to find some comfort, but it slipped away all to quickly. Loneliness overtook her once more, accompanied with grief. Everything that represented security, love, hope, everything she knew, was fading from memory. She broke out into sobs once again.

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Jack happily staggered back to his cabin. His drunken sway now more apparent due to his victory bottles of rum shared with Andrew, and the crew. Andrew was a good chap to drink with.

"Ay! Sparrow!" Andrew's speech came out slurred, "'Ave rum another with me!" the whole drunken crew agreed with a roar. Andrew nearly toppled over, laughed hysterically, and actually fell over.

"It's been ten minutes mayte" Jack was surprised at how he sounded. He didn't drink that much rum. Well, maybe. He gave it a thought and shrugged his shoulders, turning back to his cabin.

He pushed through the door and got a sobering sight. Meg was crying.

Startled, she looked up at him. Obviously embarrassed, she stood up and tried to wipe away the tears to make them stop coming. It didn't work. When she saw she had failed, she fell down to the floor, racked with sobs.

"Love," he bent down to her and got his speech under control, "What's the matter?"

Meg just shook her head, and continued to sob.

Jack put his arm around her, trying to comfort her as best as he could. He didn't normally deal with this kind of thing.

Jack looked up suddenly, his eyes wide and bright with the best idea known to mankind (well, at least he thought so) "I'll be right back Love." And with that, he hurried out the door.

Meg looked around, seeing Jack was gone, she tried even more fiercely to get her tears under control. Was Jack drunk?

Jack burst into the door with a ridiculous grin on his face, and something in his hand.

He thrust a bottle into her hands, "Drink up Love, It's on me."

She looked at the bottle as well as she could through her still falling tears, looked up at Jack and then shook her head.

Jack took the bottle back and took a swig. He looked at her again and tilted his head, "You sure?"

She looked at Jack again. She had to admit, he was adorable when he was drunk. But the fact remained that he was still drunk. Well, that wasn't the question. The question was, is she going to be drunk?

"Mister, Captain, Jack, Sparrow!" Meg laughed hysterically as she walked over to Jack. She went to lean on him, but she misjudged the distance and ended up falling on him instead, "I just fell on Mister, Captain, Jack, Sparrow!" she yelled breathlessly, looking up at Jack's face.

Jack took her by the shoulders and put her back upright and held her at arm's length, "Exactly how many bottles did you have Love?" his own voice coming out a bit slurred.

She gave him a frown as her head teetered from side to side, "Bottles?" she looked down to count her fingers. She looked back up at him with a smile, "None!"

He raised his eyebrow, "None?"

She smiled again, "Nope."

Meg's knees almost gave out but Jack caught her again. He waited for her to stand up on her own. He raised the bottle in his own hand, and looked hard at it, "Right." He brought the bottle to his side again, and found Meg still looking at the spot where it had been. "Have you ever had rum 'afore Love?"

Meg frowned and looked down again. She started to wobble. Jack caught her and moved his head in close to look her at her face.

It took her a while to figure out he was that close to her and she jumped. "Dun do that!" she gave him a playful hit on his arm, and started to giggle uncontrollably.

Jack started to chuckle. He had to admit, she was funny. "So Love, have you ever had rum?"

Meg frowned and moved away, falling into a chair, "No."

Jack moved toward her, "Have you ever been drunk before?"

She stared up at the ceiling and thought for a while. "Nope." she said, looking back at Jack. Her brow furrowed, "Jack are you drunk?" He started to say something, but she cut him off, "Because if you are, Mister, Captain, Jack, Sparrow," she squinted at him, "That's bad." she tried to keep a straight face, but she couldn't. She busted out in laughter.

He chuckled and reached for her hand, "C'mon Love." She looked up at him with a confused look.

"Where are we going?

Jack sighed and rolled his eyes, "You 'ave to meet me crew!"

"Oh…Yes. The crew of Mister, Captain," Jack joined her. "Jack, Sparrow!"

Jack was starting to think Meg was a better drinking partner than Andrew. She didn't need to drink as much. More for me!

As Meg and Jack stumbled out of the cabin, the drunken crew looked over. They all froze when they saw Meg. Andrew froze when he say Meg. He knew she would have to be here for a little bit, at least until they were all at the cave. But introducing her to the crew? And on a night like this? Was the man daft? The crew was going to get attached, and then he would never be able to get rid of her without a question. Jack was messing up everything.

"Aloooooo Mr. Bennings!" Meg crooned as she left Jack's side and put her arm around Andrew. He stiffened, and looked to Jack who was still, as ever, grinning. Meg was drunk.

"Mates!" Jack shouted, waving his arms like the drunken lunatic he was until he got the crew's attention, "Mates, I bet you're wondering why there is a female on this fine ship. Why she was in my cabin. Why you didn't see her go in. why she came out…. And why bald monkeys have furry chickens…wait." he started to mumble to himself. He got lost in that act for a few minuets…then he finally snapped out of it, "Yes! So how I shall explain." he took a huge breath and began, "Thereisafemaleonthisfineshipbecauseshestumbledonherefromtheshipwejustlooted," he paused to grin and then continued, "Soshewenthidinginmycabinthinkingitwasontheothershipwheninfactitwasonthisfineship. ThenIfoundherinmycabinworkedthingsoutandsoabitafterthatshe….ohbytheway,thatiswhyyoudidn'tseehergoin. SonowsheisoutheretomeetallofyoubecauseI,asCaptainofthisfineship,havedecidedthatsheisgoingtostay." he looked satisfied, but something was missing, "Did I miss something?"

"Yes! The monkey!" yelled a pirate whose name Jack was too drunk to remember, and the pirate too drunk to care.

"Yes, of course! The bald monkey. Well." Jack took another huge breath only to stop himself again. Stuck in thought. "Oh! Right!" he leaned in for effect and put in a dramatic pause, "Cause he can."

The crew leaned back and "Oooh-ed" while Andrew rolled his eyes.

"But wait Captain!"

Jack turned to see a slightly pudgy man. Not quite as pudgy as Pig. That would be near to impossible. The pirates name was…. Darn it! What was it! Oh! His full name was Tim the Terrible Tiger, but they just called him Tiggs for short. "Yes Tiggs?"

Tiggs moved close to Jack (he was a little shorter) and had a mysterious/serious/creepy/frightened look on his face (don't ask me how), "It's awful bad luck to have a woman on board Captain. You of all people should know that!"

"Yes Tiggs, I know that, but…"

Meg, "Oh posh on the whole, 'It's bad luck' thing!" cut him off! You sound just like Mr. Gibbs!"

The look on Tiggs' face was near indescribable. It was a mixture of fear, anger for ignorance, and most distinguishable, the timeless look of 'I told you so'. "Are you daft woman!" he quickly moved to Meg and pointed a finger, "'tis bad luck to speak of the dead on a voyage, or anytime for that matter!"

Meg took a step back, looked at Jack and cocked her head, "Gibbs is dead?"

Tiggs' face looked tortured as he went to hide in a corner.

Jack turned to her. In his drunken state he could still pick up on a few things, "You knew him?"

Tiggs started to whimper in his little corner.

"I didn't say his name!" Jack half yelled in annoyance.

"Soo! It doesn't matter!" Tiggs shouted.

Meg was starting to like this crew more and more. They were hilarious.

Jack turned back to Meg, "So Love, you knew…" he started motioning with his hands, motioning for her to take the hint without having Tiggs whimper again.

Meg looked up into the sky, thinking. Well she had seen the movie some twenty-some-odd times, so she could say that she did have a pretty good idea as to who Gibbs was, but she didn't know him, "Nope."

"Well, then how did you know his name, and that he was incredibly superstitious?" Tiggs started to whimper again.

Meg looked straight into Jack's eyes, "That my friend is G-14 classified." she smirked feeling quite pleased with herself. Jack looked confused, as well as the rest of the crew, "It means that in order to protect your own safety…" she paused for effect, mocking Jack, "You can't know."

Jack's eyes got big as he scoffed, "My own safety! I'll show you safety!" he started to move grab for her.

She stepped back and held up her finger, "First I want rum."

Jack, surprised at her request, stepped back. When what she had said finally registered he smiled a devious smile, and turned to the crew, "Drinks all around!"

After a few bottles, Jack forgot all about his threat to Meg and was very much involved in…well…consuming mass quantities of rum.

The crew shook with laughter as Meg told all the best jokes she knew. She was fitting in quite nicely… Only, everyone was calling her Megan. To tell the truth, she didn't really like the name all that much. It sounded too proper. She was going to inform the crew of this when a pirate she came to know as "Pig" piped up, "Cap'n!"

"Hmm?" Jack looked up wearily from his half empty bottle, "What is it Mr. Pig."

"Megan needs a name!"

"She's got a name! It's Megan!"

"Actually," Meg piped up, "I don't really like that name."

"See! I told you!"

Jack rolled his eyes, "Alright then! What shall her name be?"

"Butter Cream Ann!"

Jack didn't know whom it came from but he didn't really want to, "Who ever said that can stop trying!"

"How 'bout Swashbuckling Meg?" Pig tried.

Jack weighed it in his mind, "I don't think so." Meg breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ooh! Ooh! I know! I know!" Twiggs was jumping up and down with his hand up.

Jack sighed, "Yes Tiggs. What is it?"

"How 'bout Peg Leg Meg?"

Meg's eyes got big as she waited for Jack's answer.

"She hasn't got a peg leg Tiggs!"

"So?"

Jack waited and thought about it for what seemed to be an eternity for Meg. Finally he answered, "Yes! That'll be her name for the remainder of her normal life. But we can call her Meg for short. How's that mates?"

The crew roared in agreement. Peg Leg Meg. And with that the festivities began again. Well, drinking rum.

Andrew was appalled. How could they name her? And with a name like that? A name like that could stick with you! Now everything was going wrong. How could so many things go wrong in one night? He started to tip over. I need more rum. His problem was where to get it? The only rum was over by the crew, and Meg was there. He scowled. He saw Jack walk out of the crowd and lean against the railing. At least she's not by him anymore. Well if he wanted rum he'd have to go.

He walked over to the crowd and maneuvered his way through to the rum. Meg was sitting on one of the kegs. He scowled again. Suddenly he got an idea. He smiled mischievously as he slipped behind her. She was right in the middle of a joke when he shoved her off the keg and sent her flying out of the crowd. His smile quickly faded when he saw where she was headed.

Jack.

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Meg felt something push her. She let out a little scream to warn whomever she was going to land on. She truly was sorry, but it wasn't her fault.

She ran into something hard. She felt arms come around and hold her so she wouldn't fall backwards. She looked up to see Jack's face smiling down at her. Suddenly aware of where she was, she started to panic, but his arms around her tightened reassuringly, and she felt his warmth, and his strength. She looked up into his face again, seeing his eyes. His dark chocolate eyes were so deep she lost herself in them. He started to lean down to kiss her, and she felt wonderfully relaxed.

Asleep actually. She passed out and left Jack to wonder what happened as her body hung limp in his arms.

(AN) C'mon, say it with me. Awwww! Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I just love to leave those in! so yeah. Why this is so late… Well procrastination, laziness, writers block, holidays, snow boarding (Awesome!). So yeah. Be happy with it. More to come…sooner!

And thank you for all the reviews! I never expected to get so many on my first story! Happy! They make me feel special. J Thanks again! *Gives out home made, squishy, steamy, yummy, chocolate chip cookies and runs off to write more…and sleep… sooner!* (Thanks again!J )