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Jack impatiently waited for the moon to rise high in the cloudy sky so that he could journey to the jail where he knew that Norrington had placed Millie. Unlike his usual plans, his way of freeing Millie was going to be simple and obvious. He planned on just moseying into Fort Charles, and somehow releasing her from her cell. Jack thought it was going to be easy to free Millie from the jail; after all, he was the cocky and sharp Captain Jack Sparrow.

Numerous times Will tried to strike up a conversation with his old friend, but Jack would only return with a grunt or sigh, as he did not feel like speaking since his thoughts were on Millie's safety. As a way to pass the time Will practiced with a sword, creating new and fancy moves for if he ever had a chance to swordfight again. His toe was hurting from earlier when he dropped the hammer on it, and it had swelled to several times its normal size, so he sat down lazily on the ground.

"Jack…why are you here?" Will asked.

Grunt.

"It certainly isn't to talk to me!"

Sigh.

"Can you please just inform me?"

Grunt.

"Jack Sparrow!"

Sigh.

"Please!"

Grunt.

"Why are you here?" he repeated once more, praying that Jack would return with words.

"You heard of the Red Flame, boy?" asked Jack after a stretched silence.

"Yes. It attacked Port Royal once last year. Mighty frightful, them pirates are," replied Will.

"I was 'fraid o' that…" said Jack.

"Afraid of what?"

"That ye hadn't 'eard of it other than when it attacked. The whole reason o' my venture here was to see if ye have 'eard of its recent whereabouts."

"Apologies mate. I haven't heard of it since then. Why do you need to go after it? Another one of your vengeances that you must carry out?" he asked with a chuckle. Jack looked up to Will seriously and nodded, eliminating the laughing look from Will.

Jack rose from his seat at the table after telling Will he had go to the jail and free Millie. Jack had been in Port Royal before, once to commandeer a ship, and another time to be hung, so he knew that he could somehow find the fort even if Will did not accompany him. Will, however, wanted to join Jack Sparrow because he figured that the pirate might need a bit of help springing the girl from jail, even if Jack thought it was going to be simple. Even after realizing that he could get in severe amounts of trouble with the law, Will loved the rush of going against the rules. Then, Will remembered Governor Swann and how he would not allow his daughter to marry a man against the law.

That was when Will remembered Elizabeth, the most beautiful woman in Port Royal who had lovely golden hair, and a perfect face. Will thought of how she was probably worried sick about her fiancé. However, back at the governor's house, a huge and beautiful mansion that sat looking over Port Royal on a hill, William Turner had not crossed anyone's minds.

Commodore Norrington had joined the governor and Elizabeth for a feast that night, lying to them of how Will was 'hard at work on his beautifully crafted swords, and could not attend the dinner'. Norrington actually had no idea where Will was; he was just trying to make up an excuse so that Elizabeth would pay more attention to him and not her future husband. Norrington was angered because the beautiful daughter of the governor fell in love with a mere blacksmith instead of an important Navy official. Fortunately for Norrington, the Swann's seemed to forget about Will Turner for a brief few hours. Governor Swann had even begged for Norrington not to leave after the dinner for he and Elizabeth were actually enjoying his company. They sat in the living area in the expensive chairs after the feast while listening to Commodore Norrington tell of a few of his 'seafaring adventures'.

Elizabeth listened eagerly as he described his many run-ins with pirates. Though she had met pirates before and mostly enjoyed the experience, she confided with her fiancé that no more adventures were to be lined up for her anymore. She felt as though it was time to settle down and start a family instead of living a life of piracy. Will, however, still yearned for more adventures, but covered up those feelings so that he could still be with the divine Elizabeth Swann.

Back at the blacksmith shop, Jack was sensing that Will had doubts on whether or not to join him in helping Millie to escape. Jack told Will that he did not have to go, and that he was experienced enough to find his way around the town. Will tossed away his way of living with the law for the past year, and followed Jack out the door into the dark town.

The pirate and the blacksmith strode through the alleyways cautiously for they did not know if the Navy men lurked around the peaceful town late at night. When realizing that no one was skulking in the darkness, Jack found himself walking down the middle of the dusty streets, seeing the various shops lining the road. Will followed him, but then began to lead the way for Jack was not sure exactly where he was going.

They trudged up the road, finally coming to the entrance to Fort Charles, a huge fort made entirely of stone, where the jail was located inside. There were three men on guard, standing on top of the walls, looking out of the ocean and nearly falling asleep. They were clearly not paying any attention to the entrance to the fort as Jack and Will walked in clear view over to the opposite side of the fort where a small, barred window was on the wall.

Jack climbed up onto Will's shoulders then began to scale the wall of stone, placing his feet in the small holes, finally reaching the window. He looked inside and saw Millie, sitting on the moist dirt across from a few menacing pirates who were staring at her hauntingly. Weird smiles were crossing the pirates' faces as they gazed at the pretty young girl who kept to herself and said not but a word to them.

"Psst!" whispered Jack, sticking his face in the barred window. Millie turned to the window and ran over to it, her eyes and smile bright at the sight of Jack's face.

"Just makin' sure yeh' were 'ere," Jack strained as he gripped the rusty bars. He could not hold on any longer and so he began to descend down the wall once more. "One moment," he said and vanished down the wall. Millie looked away from the window and to the strange pirates.

"Looks like the whore is goin' to get freed by her mister ta'night," said a pirate quietly to the other. Millie did not quite hear him, but heard the word that she dreaded the most. They kept talking about her as though she was not even there, and her anger was rising. She felt the greatest urge to pounce on them, but fortunately for the pirates, Jack and Will's arrival occupied her thoughts.

Jack emerged from a dimly lit hallway to the dead end where the few jail cells were located. Will followed closely behind him, and Millie almost fainted at the mere sight of the attractive young man. Jack, who was beginning to get very annoyed with Will for he was not a valuable assistant since he was not doing much, gritted his teeth as Millie stared at him longingly.

A wooden bench sat on the wall and Jack picked it up and lodged it in between the cell's bars, trying to lift the door free. As Jack used as much strength as he could muster to remove the cell door Will began to laugh, and Jack looked at him in disgust.

"What?" asked Jack annoyed.

"Nothing, nothing, go ahead, Sparrow!" said Will under his laughter. Jack turned back to the cell door and tried to pull it off, then looked back to Will who was containing himself of the giggles.

"These are half pin-barrel hinges, aren't they William?" asked Jack sarcastically; mocking Will from when he sprung Jack from jail the year before. "Or am I not using the right amount of leverage or proper application of strength, aye?"

"As a matter of fact," said Will smartly, "They aren't half pin-barrel hinges, you bloke!"

"Do I need more leverage then, William?" Jack shouted with a smirk, trying to force the bench's legs in the bars.

"Jack…" said Millie quietly beneath a small giggle, "The keys…"

"The keys are behind your head, you muttonhead!" said Will, a bit angry with Jack for his sarcasm.

Jack spun around, and sure enough, the keys were dangling on a peg in the wall. He looked at Will, trying to compensate for his moment of idiocy, set the bench back onto the ground, and snatched the keys off of the peg. Never breaking eye contact with Will, Jack shoved the keys into the lock and turned it with much force. The pirates in the cell jumped to their feet and started to go out the door. Millie, however, pushed one of them backwards, sending him and the others onto the ground. Jack grabbed Millie's hand and helped her over their fallen bodies. Then, Jack closed the door to the cell loudly, and the pirates began yelling curses at Millie.

"What yeh' think yer' doin' leavin' us in here? Ruddy whore!" one pirate shouted.

Millie looked at them with her fierce eyes, and it seemed to send a chill down the pirates' bones as she glared. The shouts ceased as Jack, Millie, and Will all walked back through the hallway and to the door. As soon as they were back on the grounds, Millie muttered thanks to Jack as Will stood there stupidly, not knowing what to do.

The pirates back in the cell began to scream louder and louder, calling for a soldier to come down. Their shouts could be heard from up on the higher level of the fort, and thinking there was something terribly wrong since the pirates were shouting words like 'escape', one soldier ran down the stone steps, another entrance to the jail area. He immediately noticed that the pretty girl that he had put in the cell several hours before was missing. The pirates told him that two men had freed her, and so the Navy man ran back up the steps and informed the other two soldiers on duty that there had been an escape.

As Millie and Will followed Jack out onto the road beside Fort Charles, they heard a gunshot. It had struck the ground a few steps away from Millie's feet, and she jumped at the sound and the vibration that spread through her body. Without even turning around, Jack grabbed Millie's hand and yelled for Will to follow him. The soldiers in the fort had spotted them breaking free, and unfortunately noticed one of them as the blacksmith, William Turner.

Millie was running as fast as her feet could carry her. She was halfway between being dragged by Jack, and running by herself. Will kept darting his head backwards to see if the soldiers were coming after them, which was not a smart thing to do because that was how the soldiers recognized him.

The soldiers stayed up on the fort, knowing that they could never catch up to the fugitives, however, they kept shooting at them, clearly missing them by several feet every time. Ten minutes after the three criminals were out of sight, the idiotic soldiers thought that maybe they should go to the governor's mansion and warn Norrington that the girl had escaped, so they left the fort hurriedly, stupidly leaving no one to look out for any ships coming, or leaving, the area.

It was extremely late at night, perhaps around midnight, when Commodore Norrington bid the Swann's a good night and decided to walk back to his home. He was enjoying the serenity of Port Royal when, suddenly, the gunshots coming from Fort Charles echoed through his brain. His walk sped up to a quick run as he dashed over to the fort, his tired legs almost giving way.

"We need ta' get back ta' the ship at once!" said Jack urgently when they were making their way further down the road.

"I guess this is goodbye again then, Jack?" asked Will sadly, still running at an extremely fast pace, his breathing staggered.

"Goodbye?" asked Jack oddly, "Did you not hear the soldiers, mate? They saw yer' face! Ye have to come with us, lad!"

Will was about to object, when from around a corner came Commodore Norrington, and they all collided and fell to the ground. Norrington's eyes became wider as he set his eyes upon Jack, Millie lying in his arms from the fall, and Will rolling down the slanted road. Norrington stood up quickly, but not quick enough, for Jack had already unsheathed his sword by the time the commodore was on his feet.