Hello again everyone!! :-D

A/N to who isn't clear on Millie's relationship with Davies:

Captain Davies hates Millie with a burning passion lol..he's an all around bad guy who used her to his desire..yes very very creepy i know haha and now he wants to kill her because she escaped. Normally Davies would kill all of the women he brought on board, but since Millie escaped, he wants to seek her out and kill her. And since he now knows that Millie is with good ol' Cap'n Jack, another one his enemies...I sense the plot thickening...mew hahaha :)

::ReAd & ReViEw::

The wind blew through Millie's hair as she grabbed hold of the rigging and dangled over the edge of the ship. She loved the sea's spray cooling her down in the hot, summer air, and loved tasting the salt as the mist encircled around her. Her cheeks became flushed as the wind grew more powerful, and her eyes began to water. She gripped onto the rope tightly, and swayed about over the water several feet below her.

Jack, who was at the helm, looked down and saw Millie hanging over the side of the ship, and a look of fear came about his face.

"Ye be careful, Millie!" he yelled over to her sarcastically, though inside he was incredibly serious.

Millie rolled her eyes and jumped onto the thin ledge of the ship, letting go of the rigging and balancing herself perfectly and giving a look of superiority to Jack.

"I can swim, Cap'n, so if I e'er fell off, I could live!" she said with a smile, "I'm a bloody pirate!" and jumped back down onto the deck, Jack letting out huge sigh of relief.

Most of Millie's first few days aboard the Black Pearl were exciting as she met all of the crewmembers and established mutual relationships with all of them. While she was on Tortuga after her time with the Red Flame, she kept to herself, and most thought of her as a quiet girl with a powerful punch. But being on the Pearl enabled Millie to be her true self: loud, funny, sarcastic, and overall very friendly. Millie was now very grateful for Jack stepping in for her that night, and bringing her aboard the ship. She began to forget her old life on Tortuga as her bruises and cuts began to vanish from the fight.

Other than chatting with the crew, Millie also explored the ship thoroughly, trying to remember exactly where everything was located. She would sometimes follow through with dares from the crew. To Jack's disliking, the crew dared Millie to scurry up the mainmast to the crow's nest as quickly as she could without falling off, and she did so without another thought. At the helm, Jack watched in horror as the girl flew up the mast, her fingers easily finding holes to be placed in. When she returned to the main deck the crew cheered while Jack scolded her for putting herself in danger. Millie laughed at Jack's determination to keep her safe, and tried to make the pirate understand that she was capable of taking care of herself when she was aboard the Black Pearl.

Mr. Gibbs, a highly superstitious man, did not believe it to be wise for women, or girls for the matter, to be aboard pirate ships. However, he had come to like Millie and all of her spunk, and tossed the thought aside that the girl was bad luck in any way. Though another thought of Millie had crossed his mind...

"Ye know, Jack," started Gibbs as Millie trotted off after she returned to the ground, "That lass reminds me much a' someone, I know." Jack's eyebrow rose and he turned to Gibbs questionably.

"And that would be who…?" asked Jack dumbly. A smile spread across Gibbs's face beneath his scraggly, gray beard.

"You, Jack Sparrow," said Gibbs, remarkably pronouncing everything clearly and correctly so that Jack would not ask him to repeat his words. Jack pointed to himself and then laughed as Gibbs walked away. Jack did find Millie to have pirate blood in her veins for her speed and wit, but that was the only thing Jack could find that they had in common, besides their dark hair. But, tons of people had dark hair! Jack thought it absurd, and stalked back to the helm.

Though Millie had been aboard the Red Flame for many weeks, she had been kept locked in the brig the entire time, so she felt it refreshing to be aboard the Pearl and able to roam about it freely, wasting away the hours of the day without a concern. After three days onboard the ship, however, Millie began to get bored. Nothing exciting was happening and she had problems occupying the time. When it seemed as though she was going to die of boredom and heat exhaustion, Jack informed the crew that they were less than a league away from their destination, Port Royal. Millie noticed the name of the port town immediately and shot straight up from her slouched position on the deck.

"Port Royal?" Millie asked loudly.

"Aye," said Jack, "Ye heard of it, darlin'?"

"Not only 'eard of it, Cap'n! I've been there, I have!" she said.

"You lived there, then?" questioned Jack.

"No, no. I lived in Tortuga me whole life, but…" she paused, a haunted look crossing her face. Jack saw her long face, and interrupted Millie from continuing her story since he sensed it was too emotional to tell.

"Well," he said facing to the crew once more, "I be payin' Mr. Turner a short visit to see if he knows the whereabouts of that ship I be after."

"Young William Turner!" shouted Gibbs excitedly, "Hopefully the lad is more together now, I hope!" he laughed.

"I can have one of me crew come with me to the isle. Shan't bring more than one o' yeh, for they don't appreciate the likes of us there, savvy?" said Jack and turned to Millie, hoping that she would accompany him into Port Royal because he felt that he could not leave her side.

"Aye, I'll join you, Cap'n!" she exclaimed, a dazzling smile crossing her face.

They docked the Pearl in the deep water beside a cove far off from the docks of Port Royal so that no one would know that the pirates had arrived. It was morning when Jack and Millie set off in a rowboat to go to shore, not where the dock was located, but in the hidden cove surrounded by forest. When they arrived at the beach, they set off into the woods and made their way through the thicket and into the town of Port Royal.

A half an hour later, Jack and Millie peered out from behind a large tree in the woods and saw the familiar dock where sailors were busying about, carrying crates to and from a merchant ship. Jack motioned for the girl to follow him along the outline of the forest, and so they made their way to the arched, stone bridge. They waded into the shallow water beneath the bridge, shadowed from everyone who was awake in the morning hours.

Beside the bridge was a small, steep cliff of dirt and rocks that led up to flat ground. Jack clambered up first, and then held his hand out for Millie to grab hold of. Confidently, he pulled Millie up with one arm, and suddenly, there were two more pirates in the town of Port Royal.

"Now, yeh' best stick beside me," said Jack quietly as he grabbed Millie and ducked into an alley as a few townspeople hurried by. When they passed, Jack looked up to the heavens and saw the sun rising in the clear, blue sky, showing that it would be around noon momentarily.

"The lad's shop is around here somewhere," muttered Jack as the two crept through the alleys, Jack sometimes peaking his head out from behind a building to see if he recognized any of the area. Finally, he saw the same blacksmith shop across the dirt street where he and Will Turner had dueled the year before, now with 'Turner' on the swinging flap instead of 'Brown'.

"Thar it is!" Jack exclaimed pointing, "O'er yonder!"

Millie's eyes wandered over to the blacksmith shop and she emerged out of the alley without thinking another thought. Jack, however, noticed a few Navy men coming down the dirt road in their direction, and stayed in the alley, attempting to grab Millie's arm before she had strayed too far across the street. However, Millie had wandered too far from Jack before noticing that he was not striding beside her. She spun around and saw Jack crouching in the alley, motioning her to keep walking towards the shop. Millie turned to go back to the shop, and saw the Navy men walking over. Her eyes wide, she began to dart away, but a man shouted for her to halt. She stopped mid-step and regretfully turned her head to the important men.

"In a hurry, young man?" asked Commodore James Norrington, not seeing that Millie was clearly a girl. His white wig matched his pale complexion and his dark blue jacket lay perfectly on his body.

"Nay," said Millie, pulling off her hat, once again revealing her long, dark hair and beautiful eyes. Norrington did not recognize her from the previous year before immediately, but after studying her for a moment, remembered the young girl.

"And what are you doing back here?" asked Norrington suspiciously, his eyes narrowed.

"Walkin'," said Millie boldly, a curved smirk about her lips. Norrington scowled at her and walked around her, studying her some more.

"Indeed you've grown into a fine whore," he said maliciously to her backside. Millie spun around and glowered. "I thought that maybe there was a chance that you were just a captive aboard that ship, but now I realize that I should have had you hung as soon as you entered this town."

Jack stood up in the dark alley, resisting his urge to jump out and slice Norrington's throat. He knew that if he did, however, both of them would immediately be put in jail without a way of escaping. But if Norrington kept talking like that to Millie, she would surely spring upon him and be put in jail quicker than anyone had ever been before.

Thinking on his feet, Jack looked out from the darkness of the alley and saw a donkey leashed up to a pole. While Norrington and Millie exchanged rude comments, Jack snuck over to the donkey and untied the knot around the pole. Then, he ducked behind the donkey and had it lead him across the street to the blacksmith shop unnoticed. Jack slipped in through the door, carrying in the donkey behind him.

Standing at a table, hammering a silver sword was William Turner. His shirt was hanging on a chair beside him, showing off his bare stomach, and his buff, tan body with powerful arms pounding the silver. Will was surely every woman's dream in Port Royal, however he was already set to marry Elizabeth Swann, the governor's beautiful daughter, at the end of the month. It was a long awaited wedding, and had been postponed multiple times because of Elizabeth's worries that she was not ready for marriage. (She was just a tad nervous; she truly did love Will!)

Will looked up from his work, his brow covered with glistening sweat, his long, brown hair falling out from its ponytail. The rickety door had swung open, light bursting into the darkened, windowless shop, revealing a dark figure in the doorway standing beside a donkey. When the door closed and Will had recovered from the sudden brightness, he saw that the figure was Jack Sparrow, and rubbed his eyes in amazement. He dropped the hammer to the ground, and it fell on his foot. Will yelped in pain and held his foot in the air, but managed to mutter an enthusiastic greeting to Jack.

"Ye haven't changed a bit, lad," said Jack, approaching Will quickly.

"You must have a seat! We certainly have a lot to catch up on!" said Will happily, still holding his foot tightly.

"I don't have time to explain, but just…run out there! Quickly! You'll see a girl, most likely—" he stopped to listen, and sure enough, heard shouts of Millie from outside, "Yes, she is screaming her bloody guts out at Norrington! Go! Go tell him….something!" Jack cried desperately.

Confusedly, Will darted out of the shop shirtless, immediately setting his eyes on what Jack was telling him of. A young girl was toppling over Commodore Norrington, hurling punches at his face, clearly wounding the man dearly. Norrington tried to throw Millie off of him, but he was not able to do so. The two Navy men, Mullroy and Murtogg, had been walking with Norrington, but seemed helpless as they tried to pull the strong girl off of the commodore. She would just in turn snarl at the two men and punch them. Not knowing what to do, the two men just ran off to get help.

Jack watched in utter amazement at Millie's fighting abilities, and wondered to himself if he would ever actually need to protect the girl, since she was doing an awfully good job at taking care of herself. He saw Will yelling at Millie to stop as he sprinted over towards her. She looked up for a brief second at the attractive man running towards her, and became mesmerized. In those few seconds, Norrington punched Millie in the face, sending her to the ground, and Norrington stood up. His lip was bleeding in several places, and his eyes swollen. In disbelief at Norrington and the girl's attack on each other, Will helped Millie up from the ground nonetheless. Millie looked back at Will, completely unaffected by the blow, and gazed into his gorgeous, hazel eyes.

Navy men began running in from all directions, Murtogg and Mullroy directing them to the scene. Norrington stood there, wiping the blood off on his jacket, and trying to make it look as though the girl had not hurt him in any way. He drew his sword and pushed it up against Millie's neck.

"Step away, Turner," said Norrington fiercely.

"She's but a young girl!" replied Will angrily.

"Step away, Turner!" shouted Norrington. Will regretfully let Millie go, and the men suddenly swarmed upon him. Will tried to escape their grasp, but they would not let him go. What had he done, anyway?

"Now, now, now," continued the commodore, shoving the sword harder against Millie's throat, "This is your slut, I reckon, Mr. Turner?" Will glared with a malicious stare. Norrington then turned to Millie, his sword still pressed upon her throat.

"I bet you had fun doing that, did you not?" he said.

"It's what I live for," Millie said through gritted teeth.

"What keeps me from killing you right now?" asked Norrington, extreme anger present in his tone.

"Your love for the citizens of Port Royal," she smirked.

"And you are a citizen?" asked Norrington smartly.

"Actually, I'm not, but I'd be glad ta' be!" she shouted sarcastically, and spat a wad of spit into his face. Norrington removed the sword from the neck and slapped her once more across the face. Will struggled to be released by the men, but their strength against one man was unbelievable and Will could not move.

"Fetch some irons! Take her away!" screamed Norrington and strutted away, "Release Turner for now!" he called back, "I'll deal with him later…"

Jack watched helplessly through a crack in the door as the soldiers let Will go and carried Millie up the road and out of sight. Jack had promised Millie that he would not let anything happen to her, and now had broken the pact! Upon minutes of his arrival in Port Royal, he had a girl that he cared about dearly put in jail. Jack rustled the fur on the donkey's nose, trying to come up with another brilliant plan.