Heyy there everybody! Thanks for all the great reviews!!! I'm so glad that you guys like my story :-D

::I got a review about the ages of the characters. I had actually thought about the ages too..and hoped that Will wouldn't be considered a pedophile or anything lol::

I assumed that Will was 18 during the movie..and since my fanfic takes place a year after the movie, I thought he'd be 19. Millie is supposed to be 14...maybe 15...who knows when her birthday is? So, i thought that 14/15 years old to 19 is not that big of an age difference haha! Jack, I assumed was in his late 30's or early 40's since the fabulous Johnny Depp is that age. :) we all love johnny!!

aye, that'll about do it! (pirate quote...couldn't resist mate lol) read, enjoy, review!

Millie was in the brig, wearing nothing but a large, ragged shirt that was ripped in many places. Her breeches were on the other side of the cell's door, and she prayed that somehow she could reach them as she dangled her arm between the thick bars. She was covered in disgusting and dirty water that was leaking in from the ocean, and wanted to at least stand up, but her leg had been beaten so badly that she could not. Her cheeks were stained with hot tears, and she did not even bother to wipe them off as Captain Davies emerged down from the deck. She instead scooted away quickly from the door and backed into a corner, trying her best to cover herself.

"Ello, luv," said Davies with a smile.

It was that smile that had gotten her to accept his invitation onto his ship a few weeks ago. Millie cringed as Davies took the keys from his pocket and opened the cell door. She stopped breathing as he approached her. He stood above the crouched, pitiful girl and studied her, his smirk curving about his chin. He grabbed her arm with such a grip that made her yelp in pain, and then threw her across the cell, slamming her into the barred door. She fell to the ground in agony, and the tears were now pouring from her round eyes. Darkness was creeping around the edges of her eyes, and she began to think that she was going to die.

"No…stay…awake," she managed to whisper. Then, she thought that maybe she wanted to die so that she could end the torture and pain that she was living through.

"That's right, ye base…vile…whore…stay awake…" he said and took the belt from his trousers and wrapped it around Millie's neck. He tightened it just so that she would stay alive, but was still struggling with maintaining enough air.

"No!" she gasped, "No! Please stop!"

"I'm comin' for ye, Millie," Davies said as he pulled out the cutlass from his belt. He put the blade to her arm, and began to slice.

"No!" she cried.

"Millie!"

"Stop!"

Jack shook Millie violently, trying to wake her up from her nightmare. She was covered in sweat and was shaking around in the small bed in her cabin. Her eyes burst open as Jack grasped her shoulders. She grabbed her arm in pain since her dream had seemed terribly real…because it had happened before.

"Calm down, lass, calm down," Jack said reassuringly, still holding her by the shoulders to prevent her from shaking. While he was in his quarters pondering on Millie's relationship with him, he had heard her shouting from her cabin, and then dashed over to her cabin to see what was the matter.

"He's comin' for me!" she yelled, "He said he's—"

"No," Jack interrupted, "I won't let 'em. He don't know where ye are."

"But…it was so real!" she gasped, "He was righ' there…tellin' me he's comin'!"

"Millie, I promise…he's not 'ere," Jack said with such a guarantee in his eyes that Millie let herself believe that she was completely safe on the Pearl.

However, a few leagues away sailed the Red Flame, on a deadly mission.

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As soon as Captain Leonard Davies arrived in Tortuga it seemed as though he left immediately. It was the next morning when he departed with his crew on the Red Flame, with Captain Wallace's crew joining him. Since Wallace (Davies refused to call him by the title of Captain if he was to sail on the Flame) and Davies were after the same two people, Jack Sparrow of the Pearl and the young girl named Millie, they decided to join forces. With Wallace's men plus the crew of the Flame, Davies believed that he could outnumber those on the Pearl when they caught up to them…that was if they ever did.

The Red Flame was indeed one of the most beautiful pirate ships to ever sail the Caribbean. It was made of a rich wood with dark brown sails, and a Jolly Roger that sent chills down most pirates' spines. The skull on the Jolly Roger had eyes of red that seemed to look deep within your soul, but that was just a legend. Davies always brought up the Jolly Roger when it was hopeless for another ship to turn its back and sail away. That was when he fired at the ships, boarded them, killed all of the sailors, and then took all of their supplies.

Davies stood on the quarterdeck at the helm, watching his men slave away at the ship, scrubbing the deck, and adjusting the sails. Though the men were restless and angry, they dared not object to doing their tasks since their captain would surely kill them if they said anything. Wallace was free to do as he pleased because Davies remarkably found a liking in the malicious pirate, since the two were so much alike. However, Wallace was an impatient brute, and wanted to find Jack Sparrow and the girl he was with as soon as possible, so he confronted Davies about it one afternoon.

"Cap'n," started Wallace as he walked up to Davies at the helm, "I be wantin' ta' know exactly when we be catchin' up ta' the Pearl."

Davies stared out at the ocean ahead of him for a while then turned to Wallace with a mirthless stare.

"E'en if I knew, I wouldn't 'ave told ye," said Davies.

"Wha'?" asked Wallace with a laugh, "Are we not in ta' kill th' two together?"

"A' course we be, mate. But I am the captain of this ship an' that means that you obey me!" he spat, "Now, I be doin' ye a favor by not havin' ordered ye ta' clean this magnificent ship, so be grateful, unless I'll have ta' send ye to the depths!"

"Aye," Wallace murmured and stalked back down to the deck angrily. How he wanted to punch the snooty dictator of the Flame, but resisted since he would definitely suffer from his wrath if he had.

"Has 'e always been like tha'?" asked Wallace to Hubbs who was timidly scrubbing the deck.

"Aye," said Hubbs, "Ne'er cross 'is path when he's after someone, I warn ye. Don't e'er question 'is authority, either. Should 'ave warned ye, I should 'ave. Apologies mate. But don't worry, the cap'n likes ye! Me sure of it, sir! He wouldn't 'ave taken ye aboard this beauty if ye weren't a good asset to the crew!"

Wallace grinned slightly, "But if yer' cap'n don't find me Sparra' or his wench…I might 'ave to hurt him me'self," and he cracked his knuckles threateningly.

"Ye may be bigger than the cap'n, but he's a bloodthirsty man, he is. Don't push yer luck, mate," said Hubbs and moved onto another area of the deck to scrub.

Wallace stood on the deck, still angry with Davies, but remembered that he was that wretched to his crew, and knew that it was only going to be with Davies that he could kill Jack Sparrow and that girl of his.

As the days drew on Wallace still stayed clear of Davies since he did not want to have another unhappy experience with the captain before they found the Pearl. Instead of cleaning the ship with the rest of the crew, he mostly slept and ate much of the delicious food that Davies allowed Wallace to indulge himself in. Wallace also spent the days talking with Harold Hubbs, who was the first mate on the Flame, and mostly a kind man. Hubbs loved to talk to anyone who would listen of Jack Sparrow since he knew all of the stories, some fake and some real, of the captain of the Pearl. Wallace would listen intently to Hubbs as he moved around the ship, ordering the crew to stop dillydallying and get back to work. One tale of Jack Sparrow especially interested Wallace.

"So Barbossa sent all a' his 'ittle men under the water," Hubbs continued, "and ambushed th' bloody British! They weren't expectin'—Ye Scallywags get back ta' work!" Hubbs shouted at the pirates who weren't working, "Sorry, mate…where was I? Oh yes…so then Sparra' lifted the curse with Turner's blood, and the British held victory 'gainst Barbossa's men."

"That Sparra' certainly made 'is way 'round the Caribbean," said Wallace.

"Aye. Not a place that 'e hasn't been, mate. Singapore, England, Nassau, Tortuga…everywhere! There's not one place that the bloody bastard hasn't been, and everywhere that he's been, thar is always a tale to tell o' him!"

As Hubbs and Wallace continued to talk of the tales of Jack Sparrow and how much they despised him, storm clouds were gradually developing in the sky. A stronger wind was picking up, and Davies took advantage of it and had the Flame sail in its direction. Davies hoped that they would come across the Pearl before the mighty storm that was brewing poured upon them.