Next, Jack returns to the Pearl, I think. Or mabye not. Whatever strikes me when I write this... But we DO find out what Ana and Gibbs are up to. Hope y'all like it!

Anamaria watched Aislynn stroll off with the Commedore breifly, before turning towards the nearby prison perched on the hill. Her long dark hair blew back in the wind, and her keen black eyes searched the openings for any sign of Jack. She thought she saw a flash of red cloth, but she couldn't be sure if it was Jack's bandana or not. Anamaria finally sighed and got back to work.

Jack watched the activity from what he had decided was the longboat for the Pearl. Actually, Aislynn didn't even bother to paint over the worn black boards, so the pirate recognized it imedeatly. Then there was the fact that Gibbs and Anamaria had somehow made it onto her crew. Jack couldn't decide what this meant, but he did see Anamaria's slim figure give the prison an occasional going over. Interesting... but not especially relevant at the moment. I can't get to the Pearl if i'm still locked in here, he thought. He turned sharply as he heard something hit the bars on the window of his cell. It was a rock, with a scrap of white cloth tied to it. Luckly for whoever threw it, it landed on the shallow lip of stone that served as a sill. Jack tried to pull it through the bars, but it was too big, so he untied to string and stared at the cloth. Etched in what looked like greasepencil was the message:
Whatever may happen, go along with it, Capt'n. G.

Gibbs, Jack thought with a grin. He and Anamaria were still on his side afterall, it seemed. Jack looked up as the Commedore and several of his men entered his cell with ropes and a gag. Jack knew what those were for, and couldn't believe they STILL wanted to hang him. He hastily shoved the cloth into a crack in the walls of the cell and stood up to greet his "guests".
"Well, hallo Gentlmen. What's goin' on in sunny Port Royale today?"
"A hanging. And guess who the guest of honor is?" Norrington grinned widely. Jack groaned miserably. He didn't think Will would risk his life, and newfound happiness, for him agian. Wonderful... he thought. The soldiers dragged the protesting pirate out of the jailhouse towards the gallows, where a large crowd was gathered to watch.
"Why am I destined to repeat the worst parts of my life over and over?" Jack grumbled,"Losing the Pearl, getting hanged, being chased around by Spaniards and Englishmen alike, bloody hell, being chased around by EVERYBODY! I'm a nice enough fellow, once you get past the whole pirate thing. I don' kill unnessisarily, I don' rape people, I try to keep my word unless it's absolutly nessisary to lie. Oh, alright, I impersonate people, and I suppose that's lying, but it only to steal. So what's the bloody problem? Is it illegal for a man to make a living these days?"
"Quiet, you!" one of the guards growled at their captive.
"You are very unpleasant to be around, you know that don't you?" Jack glared. The comment only earned him another lump on the back of his head. Fighting unconciousness, he stared bleakly at the gallows. The crowds cheered as he was dragged up the scaffold and forced to stand on top of the trapdoor while the guards retied his hands behind his back and tightened the noose around his neck. He noticed that the Hangman seemed to have gained weight since Jack had last been here. Strange, the pirate thought, I thought these millitary-type fellows were disiplined... It was then that he caught the flash of clever blue eyes behind the mask. Familar clever blue eyes... He said to go with it, I suppose, Jack thought with a grin. So he did.
"Hallo, then," he said cheekily,"Nice weather we've been havin', eh?"
"Shut up, you pig!" the guard snarled before leaving the platform. Jack looked down at the guard indignantly.
"I'm a pirate, not a farm animal," he muttered. A moment later, a clerk in fancy dress began reading off the impressive list of Jack's crimes. The pirate noticed that Will and Elizabeth were absent. Strange... Finally, the clerk finished reading the list, and the drum role began.
"Here we go agian..." Jack murmured.

Yes, i'm evil. Does Jack live? ... okay, that's a stupid question, of course he does. Anyway, sorry I took so long. Please R&R!! Neffy