(I'm back. I hope that you will enjoy this chapter. It was a hard chapter to write. I had a serious case of writer's block and couldn't even produce this AN. Bear with me here. I hope that it isn't too bad. SO... R&R Tell me what you would like to see happen or some characters that I haven't put in that you would like to see. SO...Enjoy )



Chapter 4: Fly or Die




The air was still. The silence was eerie. The moon was high in the sky as the pirate boat was pulled ashore by eight strong arms, hiding it quickly.

Jack, Anamaria, Lia, and Jackson scurried quickly to a cluster of bushes. They had seen a flash of red. It was probably one of the commodore's puppy dog soldiers. He had kept sentries on the look out for pirates for about 18 years now. To Jack, it was getting rather old, seeing as he was a pirate. Damn' cynical bastard...muttered Lia under her breath.

Lia! I am shocked at ye'. Ye' know that was completely unladylike. Screeched Jackson in disapproval.

He received a menacing glare. What in the bloody ell do ye know about what's ladylike and what isn't? And more importantly...Why in the bloody ell do ye think that I would care about soundin' ladylike? Lia hounded him.

Okay, that's enough. It's over now. Put it behind ye'. We are goin' into Port Royal and I don' wanna hear a peep outta either of ye until we get there. Got it? Jack asked rather demandingly.

He received two nods and two defiant glares at the same time. Both teenagers sighed in exasperation. Jackson reached over and poked Lia in the ribs. She looked at him in mock shock and poked him in the chest. He returned with a poke to the shoulder. And so it began...


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The minutes passed by as the small band of pirates worked their way slowly through the streets of Port Royal. It was so silent that they could hear their own foot falls. Jack led the way, Anamaria behind him, with the junior pirates in close tow behind her.

What is our purpose here father? asked Jack impatiently.

Jack turned and glared at him. He turned and resumed his casual saunter. Until he noticed that his son and daughter were not following him. Lia and Jackson were stopped dead in their tracks, rooted to the spot and did not seem to be showing any signs of moving any time soon. What are ye' two doin' just standin' there? If ye' don't move we will never get to where we are goin! He said in a loud whisper.

He just received two stone cold glares from the two. Jackson spoke first, I am not moving until you tell me what is going on. Neither of us are moving.

Jack looked at them stupidly, Lia, honestly. I thought that ye' couldn't stand ye' brother a minute ago. And now ye' are plottin' against me with him. Isn't that just rich?

She narrowed her eyes at him and said, I want to know what is goin' on. And correct me if I am wrong. But, if what ye' said earlier was true, then Jackson is not me' brother.

Jack's jaw dropped about ten feet. His body went numb. He had not been expecting her to be so cold about it. Now is not the time for this Lia. We ave a job to do.

And what job is that, Jack? Hmm..? Would ye' be so kind as to tell me what task we have snuck into a pirate-hating city in the middle of nowhere at midnight to accomplish? She was met by silence. Or do I have to stand here all night?

Jack breathed a deep sigh and looked into Lia's eyes. He saw anger and a deep sadness. He saw want and need, vengeance and longing. But there was one thing that he didn't see. One thing that he had never seen in her eyes in all of the long years that he had raised her. He did not see hatred. He had never seen hatred in her chocolate eyes. This had always been his way of knowing that this girl was not his own. It had always been hard for him to think of who she really was. That this beautiful child was not of his own creation. The one that he had raised and cherished as his own was not his in any other way than a guardianship. An entrustment. She was just like her father, in every aspect of her being. She looked just like him, she acted just like him, and she had his spirit. But most of all, she knew not how to hate. Will had never hated anything or anyone either. It was a scary combination when he put all of the pieces together to form the big picture. But it was a picture that he had to look at every day of his life. And it was a picture that he loved dearly, regardless of blood ties. Then, he realized the sacrifices that Will had made for this child. He realized that Will had given her entirely to him. She was his daughter now. He was all that she knew. And for this, Jack could never be more grateful. Now, it was her turn to play a part in the story.

We are here to buy some weapons, swords to be exact. Jack said.

Swords? We are here to buy swords? We came all this way to buy goddamn swords!?! Lia screeched.

Jack shushed her and said, Not just any swords, luv. Pirate swords. Hand crafted by the greatest blacksmith that have ever known. Just ye' wait an see.

Lia and Jackson shrugged to one another an fell in step behind Jack and Anamaria.


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After about an hour of sneaking around corners and hiding from passerbyes and prostitutes, the pirate quartet stopped in front of a secluded alleyway for a brief rest. I'm gettin' too old for this... said Jack dejectedly.

Lia smiled silently to herself. Jack Sparrow, the most fearsome pirate in the Caribbean, had finally felt his mortality. He was finally realizing what middle-age was, as it was rapidly approaching for him. She walked to him and pulled him onto his feet. If we keep stoppin' like this, we shall never reach our destination. Some one will probably catch us first. C'mon, get yourselves up. I am anxious to return to the said Lia optimistically.

Jackson stood and walked to his mother, helping her to her feet. C'mon mother. If what Dad says is true, then we should not be too far from our destination.

Jack looked back and forth between the two adolecents. So now we fly or die? he asked.



( So... what did you think? Please tell me that it wasn't too too bad. I had the most severe case of writer's block that I could possibly have. I don't think tthat I have ever had writer's block quite so bad. Anyhoo... If anyone comes up with any opinions on where you want to story to go, please, do share them. I don't know when I will be able to update next. The next two weeks will be incredibly busy to say the least. I will try to squeeze in chapter or two in the next week or two. Well, I have to run or I risk being late to school. Well, Tootles....!!!)