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So, here we go…Rose is in jail, Elizabeth's in trouble, and Will's confused…let's see how the story progresses from here. *evil grin* And remember, I am 100% open to plot suggestions!! ^^

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~*~ Pirates of the Caribbean: Revenge of the Damned ~*~

~ Chapter Four: Jailbreak ~

When Will went down to the jail the next morning, he was pleasantly surprised to discover that no one made a move to stop him as he entered. There were no guards at or near Rose's cell, so there would be no one close enough to hear the two talk. Will was relieved; he was out of practice, and he didn't want to have to fight anyone.

Rose, who'd been lying down and tracing patterns in the dirt with her finger, shot to her feet the second she saw Will. "Fin'lly!" she hissed as he approached her cell. "What took ye so bloody long, mate?"

"Sorry," Will replied, grinning. "I couldn't get here yesterday…Norrington was hanging about, would've looked suspicious." Rose nodded. "Speaking of suspicious…why are there no guards at your cell?"

Rose nodded across the hall. Will turned to see a shelf with her weapons perched on it. "'S just out o' me reach," she said gloomily, sitting back down. "An' they think 'cause I'm a girl, I won't cause 'em trouble without me weapons. Sad part is, they're right. I can't." She returned to tracing patterns in the dirt, then without looking up spoke again. "Where's Elizabeth?"

Will stiffened. His breathing slowed down, and he stared straight forward. Rose, sensing that something was wrong, looked up and met his eye. She cocked an eyebrow at him in interest and worry.

Sighing, Will looked down. "They took her."

"Who did?" Rose asked, more curiosity than worry in her tone.

With another sigh, Will sat down in the chair across from Rose's cell and began to recall the painful night two days ago.

"I was coming home from work – I'm a blacksmith," he began. Rose nodded. "And I was walking near the docks when I noticed a strange ship there. I'd never seen it before, and I go by the docks nearly every day. So I stopped to look at it – and there was a pirate flag attached to the mast."

Rose was sitting up straighter now, interested. Will continued. "I was worried, so I went closer to it. About 20 pirates were standing in front of it…probably thinking up a course of action. I arrived just as they took off – about half of them in the direction of the general store, and the other half in the direction of my house. I figured the officials knew what to do in case of pirate attack, so I followed the ones going towards my house.

"I was too late, though." Will clenched his fists. "By the time I got there, they were carrying Elizabeth off. She saw me and called out to me, but…they knocked her out." Fury was creeping into Will's tone. "I tried to go after her…tried to fight the pirates…but I was knocked out in front of my own house."

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "I was conscious only long enough to get myself back to my bed. I don't know who the pirates where, or where Elizabeth is. I'm going to get her back, though…I just have to."

Rose nodded. Softly, gently, she said, "You're worried…not just 'cause of Elizabeth…but there's somethin' else…"

Will paused, looking straight ahead with a blank expression, then sighed again and turned to meet Rose's glance. "She's pregnant."

Rose, who had been playing with a ball of dirt on the ground, yelped as her hand slipped in surprise and she fell over. Brushing herself off, her eyes widened and she whistled. "Aye…that'd be a problem."

Will nodded. "That's why I've got to get her back as soon as I can…but I'll need some help."

The girl raised an eyebrow. "An' ye think I can 'elp ye?"

"Sort of," Will replied. "I was hoping Jack could help me, actually…he's seen a lot of different pirates, he may know these…"

"And 'cause I'm lookin' for 'im too, ye want me t' come with ye," Rose finished, and Will nodded. "Sounds like a plan t' me, mate…but first…"

"First you tell me about yourself, and how you got here," Will cut her off.

Rose frowned. "I…wasn't goin' t' say that, but that works too, I s'pose…" She smiled, and launched into her story. She started with Katarina's background, then went into how Jack had left, her twin brother, her childhood, her fascination with her father and piracy, Katarina's death (while furiously blinking back tears), and finally, her adventures over the past two years.

"Wow," Will said almost reverently as Rose finished her story with the explanation of why she was in jail. "You're ten years younger than me, and you've gotten into ten times as much trouble."

"An' enjoyed ev'ry moment of it, mate!" the girl announced happily, grinning. "Now…on t' more important matters. Can y' get me out of 'ere?"

"Of course." Will grabbed a bench and placed it at the bottom of the cell door. "Which reminds me…I've been here a while, and no one's come to check on you…shouldn't they have?"

Rose shook her head. "Nah. They think 'm weak and can't do anythin' t' escape, 'member? They don't take me seriously…they don't think 'm dang'rous. Well, just lemme get out o' 'ere and I'll show 'm just 'ow weak an' un-dang'rous I am…" The grin on her face and the glint in her eye were both extremely reminiscent of Jack. "Now get me out," she added, and Will was reminded of how her father had stood in the same cell, saying the same words to him.

Will pressed down on the bench, popping the door up, then tossed the bench aside. "Let's go." He took off for the door as Rose grabbed her weapons, placing them each in his belt and in various sheaths hidden in her sleeves, and tore after him.

~*~*~

"I can't believe we got out so easy!" Rose crowed as she and Will ran to the docks.

"Hush," Will warned her. "We're not safe yet."

"Aye, mate," Rose agreed, winking. "You got a plan?"

Come to think of it, he didn't. "Have you got any ideas?"

"Well, we'll need a boat," Rose commented. "Pref'rably a big one. Then I s'pose we'll just sail 'til we find 'im." She wasn't really comfortable with calling Jack Father yet, but it seemed like blasphemy to refer to him by his name. "Got any idea where 'e may be?"

"Tortuga," was Will's instant reply. It was Jack's favorite place, hands down.

Rose groaned. "Aw, mate, I don't want t' go back t' Tortuga…"

"You want to find your father, don't you?" was Will's retort as they reached the docks, trying to stay out of sight. Without waiting for the girl's reply, he added, remembering the term Jack had used, "So we're going to commandeer a ship?"

Rose looked at him as if he were an idiot. "No. We're goin' t' steal a ship."

Will rolled his eyes. "My mistake."

"So, which one'll it be?" Rose looked over each ship critically. Her gaze finally stopped on the Interceptor II, the replica of the ship that had been blown up on Will's last Carribean adventure, and she whistled. "I want THAT one," she declared, looking the ship up and down in obvious admiration.

Will raised his eyebrow. "It's guarded."

Rose gave him the "You are such an idiot" look again. "So?"

"It'll be hard to get to."

"So?"

"There are others that are almost as good that we can get to easier."

"So?"

Will sighed and shook his head. "You infuriate me," he remarked.

Rose grinned. "Thanks."

"That's not a good thing."

"'O says, mate?" She winked at him. "Now, I'll create a diversion, an' take care o' the guards, while you get on board and toss me a line, savvy?"

It was odd for Will, hearing the word he was so used to Jack saying in a female voice. He wondered briefly if Rose's mother had taught it to her daughter at an early age because she liked hearing Jack say it. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he nodded at Rose. Without another word, the girl hopped off towards the Interceptor, and Will could only slowly make his way towards the ship, praying she knew what she was doing.

~*~*~

Rose, as it were, had no idea what she was doing.

She ran towards the four bored-looking guards standing near the Interceptor II, slowing her speed as she got close to them. "Oy, fellas!" she yelled at them, stifling laughter as they jerked to attention, nearly tripping over each other in an attempt to gauge where the voice was coming from. She patiently waited until they noticed her before ripping the torn seams at her right sleeve to display her rose tattoo prominently.

The fattest guard noticed it first. "'Ey! That's the one s'posed to be in jail right now!"

"'Ow pe'ceptive of ye, mate," Rose retorted, executing a sweeping bow.

The tallest guard scratched his head, still not comprehending. "If you're s'posed to be in jail…'ow come you're not there?"

Rose rolled her eyes. "'O would've guessed. Th' downfall o' civilization as we know it begins with th' British Navy." Shaking her head, she faced the tall guard. "One word, mate. Jailbreak."

The effect was instant. "JAILBREAK!!!" called the guards in alarm. The tall one pushed the fat one. "Go see if the other prisoners escaped!!" The fat one ran off right away while Rose watched in amusement. The grin was wiped off her face, though, as the remaining three guards raised their guns to points straight at her.

It was at this point that Rose really, really wished she had a plan.

"Now, now…'s all this violence really necessary in our lives?" she attempted, holding both hands up as she was backed against a pulley. That's when she noticed the other pulley pole close to the edge of the docks – and Will climbing on board the Interceptor unnoticed.

The medium-sized guard poked her in the shoulder with his gun. Rose made a face. "Now that's REALLY not very nice, mate…" Her hand began to creep towards her belt.

"So says you, the pirate!" scoffed the guard in reply, poking harder.

Rose glared at him, her hand edging further towards the pistol in her own belt. "Pirate in trainin', mate," she corrected, her hand on the trigger. "Get it right fer once!" With that, she grabbed the pistol from her belt and fired, straight into the air.

As she'd been hoping, the shot distracted the guards; all three of them looked up. Relieved, Rose began to run.

She'd gotten within four feet of the other pole when the guards noticed her again. She heard yelling, but didn't attempt to decipher any of it. She grabbed the rope of the pulley and hooked it around her waist, then kicked at the levers to make them pull her up. Pull her up they did, at an alarming speed; Rose closed her eyes tightly as she found herself dangling in midair near the top of the pole, gunshots flying around her.

Quickly realizing that one of them may sever her rope, Rose unhooked the rope, grabbing hold of the pole. Hearing someone call her name, she turned to see Will at the wheel the Interceptor. He tossed her a rope and she grabbed it, praying fiercely. Entrusting her weight to the air, she squeezed her eyes shut and screamed as she flew forward onto the Interceptor in the middle of gunfire, sprawling to the ground at Will's feet. He rolled his eyes, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to her feet.

Once she'd clambored to her feet awkwardly, Rose wasted no time in yelling in Will's ear, "RAISE TH' ANCHOR!!!" Covering his ears, Will ran to do so.

Rose ran to the side of the boat, her heart in her throat as the three guards approached the Interceptor. Any minute now, they'd board it. "WILL, YOU BLOODY…RAISE TH' GODDAMN ANCHOR!!! 'URRY!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, watching with increasing uneasiness as the guards got closer to the ship.

After what felt like an eternity, the anchor was finally up. The brisk, constant wind caught the sails of the Interceptor, and Rose could feel the ship moving. She grinned, allowing herself one last look at the guards' infuriated and confused faces, before approaching Will at the wheel.

"Well, that went well," he commented, and Rose grinned.

"Y' know th' way t' Tortuga, mate?" Will shook his head; the girl raised her head skyward and gave him a gentle push out of the way. "Then f'r God's sake lemme at th' wheel! I could find me way 'ome from 'cross th' sea…" She placed her hands almost reverently on the wheel, then pulled a compass from her pocket and began to navigate. "Tortuga…'ome, sweet, 'ome," she said under her breath sarcastically. She then spoke louder. "So, Will, mate, 'ow'd your like yer first taste o' trouble in a year and an 'alf? Feel like gettin' into any more?"

Will's reply was punctuated with a laugh. "If I'm around you, Rose, I don't see how I can help it."