Helllloo! Thanks again and again and again for the wonderful reviews!

This chapter's pretty long and it took me a whole lotta work/time to write it so I would really appreciate some nice reviews :-D hehe! I'm pretty sure that I'm going to write a prequel after I'm done with this story. I guess I really set myself up for writing one, aye? It'll explain Millie's mom more and what it was like onboard the Flame and how she escaped exactly and blahblahblah! I'll probably then write a sequel...who knows? I do have the entire summer to do it!! haha all right I'll stop blabbering so you can get on to reading this chapter!!!

Jack could see the tall and slim figure of Davies standing atop the stairs over Millie's shoulder. Jack inched his face closer to Millie's ear and barely moved his lips as he whispered to her.

"Firs' chance yeh' get…go back ta' the Pearl."

Millie heard Jack's voice echo in her ear. She wanted to stay in Jack's arms forever since she felt so secure, but Jack stood up slowly, pulling Millie by her hand so that she would be standing beside him. She took a few steps back so that Jack was between her and Davies who was coming down the stairs, his steps resonating in the dark room. The sounds of gunshots and clashing swords were still heard above them, but there was still an intense silence in the brig that sent chills down Millie's spine.

Jack had no words to describe the hatred radiating inside him for the evil captain that approached him. His hands were shaking in anger as he reached for his sword's handle and pulled it out in front of him. He took a deep breath to try and appear calm, but all Jack really wanted was to see Davies suffer as much as Millie had. However, at the same time, Jack wanted to slit the malicious pirate's throat so that he would die painfully and as soon as possible.

"Well, well, well," Davies said with a grin, "If it in't Cap'n Jack Sparra'. I haven't seen you in what…twenty years it seems?" Davies waited for a response from Jack, but when it did not come, he continued speaking. "If you don't remember correctly, it was when yer ol' friend Bates was killed by th' one an' only." Davies laughed, but Jack returned his ruthless chuckle with a scowl.

"I remember quite well," Jack responded darkly.

"So he speaks!" Davies shouted and strode through the space between the two cells. As he came through the entrance to Millie's cell Jack stood deathly still, his eyes locked on Davies.

Davies took a step to the right, and Jack mirrored him, his coffee eyes staring deeply into Davies' blue ones. Jack darted his eyes quickly to the left and saw Millie inching her way towards the cell's entrance, a couple feet behind Jack. Jack wished that she would move faster; he feared that Davies would snatch her. Jack's eyes focused back on Davies, and he saw for a split second Davies' eyes look at Millie, then back to Jack. Jack went to grab Millie's arm, but it was too late. Davies had already grabbed her by the arm and was holding her by one of his arms; the other arm holding his sword against her neck.

"Let her go," Jack said powerfully, though his voice had only reached a mere whisper.

"What's a good reason fer not killin' her now?" Davies retorted while tearing his eyes away from Jack's and looking at Millie who was standing stiffly against his chest, praying that he wouldn't slice her throat, at least not in front of Jack.

"You kill 'er, and my sword'll spill yer guts out faster than ye can e'er imagine," Jack replied while taking an unnoticeable two steps closer to Davies and Millie.

"Or," Jack continued, "I can kill ye before," and he pulled out his gun. "Savvy?"

"I don't know…" Davies thought, "Perhaps I'd like you ta' see Millie fall ta' the ground dead; blood spilling from 'er throat."

Millie closed her eyes as she felt the sword pressing tighter on her neck, and braced herself for pain.

Jack didn't even think if it would work. All he knew was that his sword had jabbed out in front of him so quickly that he barely even knew what he was doing. The sword had punctured Davies' stomach slightly, and when Jack pulled his sword out of Davies, Davies let go of Millie and clutched his stomach in pain. Millie stumbled over to Jack, but Jack pushed her away while telling her to go back to the Pearl. She ran up the stairs to the deck still throwing worried glances back at Jack over her shoulder.

"Not very fair, are you Cap'n Sparrow?" Davies asked while pulling his hand off of his wound, and examined the blood on his fingers.

"Not at'tall," Jack replied with a grin.

"I'm not dead yet, yeh' bloke," Davies said angrily, "So don't think that yeh've won, 'cause we haven't even started."

Jack smiled as he put his gun back in the holster, and then the fight began.

Davies ignored the pain of his wound since the sword hadn't even gone that deep, and flung his sword out in front of him at Jack, only to be blocked by Jack. Jack let Davies have a few swings at him while he backed out of the cell. Jack didn't want to have the important swordfight in the brig where he felt claustrophobic and confined, but out on the deck, where the crew of both the Pearl and Flame could see Davies fall down dead after his defeat.

Jack stepped backwards up the slimy steps, almost losing his balance and his life as Davies slashed his sword violently before Jack's face. While clashing their swords together, Jack used his free hand to search for the door's handle behind him, and when he found it, he turned it carefully, then scurried out onto the deck, Davies still grasping his wound and following him out.

Millie had arrived on deck shortly before Jack and Davies had come out as well. She was trying to avoid all of the swordfights going on all around her, and all of the dead bodies sprawled across the ground. She was delighted to see the faces of the familiar crew of the Black Pearl, but at the same time, she was terrified. Their faces looked fierce and malicious as they shoved their swords into the Flame pirates.

Millie could barely see off the ship in the dense fog, but she could make out the Pearl's black sails blowing slightly in the minor wind. She was hurrying through the havoc when suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder trying to spin her around. Without turning around, she kicked her leg backwards into the man. She heard the victim yelp, and she turned around to see Will with his mouth open in pain.

"Will! I'm sorry!" she said with a smile.

Will shook his head to brush off the pain and threw his arms around Millie after sheathing his sword. He picked her up in his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his middle, and her arms around his neck. Will was so happy that she was alive, but guilt was still sitting in the pit of his stomach as he looked at Millie's pretty face, but saw bruises covering her cheeks.

"I am so sorry, Millie," Will said apologetically.

Millie's face fell, and looked as though she was going to say something but didn't, and just buried her face into his shoulder and started crying.

"Twas terrible—I'm just so happy ta' be back—I can't describe—" she said through sobs. She lifted her head so it would sit on Will's shoulder, and opened her eyes, where she saw Davies and Jack trying to stick their swords in to the other a mere few yards away. She set her feet back on the Flame's deck, and grabbed Will's hand as they watched the intense swordfight between the two extremely talented swordsmen.

Jack thought that by injuring Davies, he would have slowed him down, but Davies was still as quick as ever, if not even quicker! His slashes were nearly slicing off Jack's arms, but Jack showed no fear. Jack's quest for revenge was finally coming into play, and no matter how good a swordsman Davies was, Jack was going to see this man be killed.

"Not phased by a wound, are yeh Cap'n?" Jack asked angrily.

"Course not! I've been through much worse, Cap'n!" he mocked, but his voice sounded somewhat strained, as if he was indeed in pain.

Jack lunged at Davies with his sword, but Davies blocked his attack with a clever swing. Jack attacked the evil captain once more to the face, but Davies obstructed his slash, and their swords were crossing diagonally in front of their tanned faces. Davies' sword was almost in a straight line, and his hand was considerably close to Jack's. Jack looked down briefly at Davies' hand since something shiny had caught his eye. He almost jumped aback in surprise when he saw a silver banded, gold ring on Davies' finger.

"Where did you get that?" Jack asked as Davies pressured his sword against Jack's. Davies smiled evilly and released his sword from Jack's. Jack stumbled a few feet backwards, but regained his balance while Davies stood there proudly, blood still pouring slowly from his stomach.

"What's it ta' you, Jack Sparra'?" Davies asked with his eyebrow raised, "Is it yours?"

"Indeed it is," Jack replied.

Millie stood there extremely confused. Did Jack say that the ring that had belonged to her for fifteen years was his? It couldn't be…could it?

"Millie told me that it was her mother's," Davies said slowly with a cunning smile, "How could it be that it is yours? Did you steal it from the poor woman?"

"Not that yeh need ta' know, but it was mine. I gave it ta' her," Jack said.

"As a gift?"

"One could say that."

"Or…as payment?" Davies asked slyly.

Jack gritted his teeth and jabbed his sword in the air, insisting to get back to the swordfight.

"If you wish," Davies said with a smile, and clashed his sword against Jack's.

Millie looked from the ring on Davies' finger, to Jack, and then to Will.

"Will…could it be that…Jack is my father?" Millie asked slowly.

"Um…let's get back to the Pearl," Will replied uneasily while grabbing her hand to get back to the ship.

"Will," she said firmly, "You know somethin', I know you do."

Unexpectedly, Will pushed Millie away and unsheathed his sword. A pirate of the Flame had almost sliced off Millie's head, but Will had saved her life. Will began to swordfight the pirate as Millie struggled to keep herself from falling over from Will's sudden push. The pirate fell dead to the ground after a few seconds of swordplay when Will pushed his sword through the man's chest. Then, Will grabbed Millie by the arm and they flew over to the Pearl on an available rope.

Jack did not think that his hatred for Davies could have risen higher, but it had. Davies had obviously killed Millie's mother, and Jack now needed Davies to die. Jack was given a new source of energy and his sword flew faster through the air. He wasn't paying any attention to his surroundings as his only thought at the moment was seeing his sword cut off Davies' head and blood splatter all over the filthy excuse for a pirate ship. Everything seemed to be in slow motion after the time when his sword slipped from his fingers.

Millie's feet had just slammed onto the familiar deck of the Black Pearl when she spun back around to watch what was happening on the deck of the Red Flame between Jack and Davies. She was horrorstruck when she saw Jack without his sword, and Davies' sword ready to stab Jack in the heart.

"Simply put: I win," Davies said loudly as he gazed into Jack's fearless eyes.

"You may win at swordplay, but at life yeh lose," Jack replied quietly with a grin.

Millie said nothing as she grabbed the rope in her hands and swung back to the Flame. She was not going to let Jack die, no matter what. Will had just turned back around to see Millie back on the Flame's deck already. She was sprinting towards Davies at great speed. She saw Davies get ready to shove his sword through Jack's chest. She had to stop him!

"Millie!" Will shouted after her. Jack looked over to Millie who was running to him, and he didn't even see Davies' sword puncture his chest. Millie froze when she saw Davies pull out his sword, red blood shimmering on the blade.