A/N Gosh, I'm SO sorry it took me forever, but I had terrible writers block and couldn't think of a thing. Plus I barely had time to even touch the computer the last few months because of schoolwork. However, my writers block is gone, I have loads of ideas now and I don't have as much schoolwork as before, so I can give this my full attention. So sorry for the delay.

Also, thank you all for the reviews! I really appreciate them!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Potc or anything related to Potc.

Ok, here's the third chapter:

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Chapter 3

Jane ran to the door and began to jiggle the handle, hoping for some reason, that the handle would just fall off in her hands..of course that didn't happen. The handle stayed as tight as ever. She groaned as she turned around and leaned against the door as her eyes swept over the room. There had to be something in this pigsty that could help her escape.

Without another thought she walked over to Jack's desk, opened the top drawer and began riffling threw his stuff. She grabbed a bunch of his papers and threw them on the floor, a bunch of quills soon followed, along with some candles and other stuff. Within minuets she had emptied every drawer on the desk, except the one with the rum, which she refused to touch.

Jane then moved to the closet, and once again began to throw all his clothes out, all his boots etc. Until that closet was also empty. Jane sighed. She had emptied everything in the room, and still hadn't found anything that could help her escape.

With another defeated sigh she stomped to the bed, grabbed a pillow, put her face in it and screamed with all her might. When she was done with her screaming, which wasn't muffled by the pillow to well causing some sailors to yell at her, she threw the pillow at a wall and slumped on the bed.

Jane was about to get up and start kicking the door when something caught her eye. At the head of the bead was a jeweled dagger. It must have been under the pillow she had grabbed, or she would have seen it before. Jane picked up the dagger carefully and looked at it. It was really beautiful. The hilt was gold and had jewels all around it in a pattern from red to blue to green then back to red. And on the bottom of the hilt there was one big red ruby.

For a while Jane just stared at it. Now that she had found something..what was she going to do with it exactly? Her eyes traveled along the room until they stopped at the door again. It was a weird door. Half of it was a dark coloured wood, while the other was light. But what really caught her eye, were the hinges. They were inside the room instead of out side like some doors.

Jane looked down at the dagger as an idea formed in her head. She stood up and walked to the door with a grin. Holding the dagger tightly she began the hard task of popping the pins out of the barrels. Finally after about ten minutes of cursing and grunting, she got the first pin out and began to work on the second one. It was almost like they were stuck in wit super glue; they just didn't want to come out.

But she finally got the second one out as well. But to her surprise the door just stayed upright. Jane stood up and looked at the door. She then grabbed the handle and pulled back, hard. With a loud creaking the big wooden door fell down to the floor with a bang.

Jane sighed and allowed herself to smile a bit as she tucked the dagger in her track pants and began to walk out the door and up the stairs unto the deck. And bumped right into another woman.

This woman had dark skin, black hair and brown eyes. And she was taller than Jane..Which Jane noticed immediately.

"Who are ye?" The woman growled intimidately.

Jane looked at the woman. "Who am I? Who are you?"

The woman raised an eyebrow. "Ye be on our ship, dun ye get smart 'ith me. Whats yer name?"

"Where's Jack Sparrow?"

The woman crossed her arms. "That's 'Captain' Jack Sparrow to you. He's at the helm. Tell me yer name."

Jane crossed her arms just as stubbornly. "Tell me yours first."

The woman sighed. She had work to do, she didn't wasn't to play a battle of wits with a snotty girl. "Me name is Ana Maria. I'm the firs' mate 'ere. Now tell me yer name."

"My name is Jane Miller."

"Oh, so yer the stowaway Jack found?"

Jane raised her hands in the air. "I didn't stowaway!"

Anamaria chuckled as she pushed pass Jane. "That's what they all say"

Jane growled as she looked around. What she saw surprised her. She didn't know what she had expected.but it sure wasn't this. She was on a ship, well she knew that. But the ship was beautiful. The deck was nearly spotless, and gleaming in the sunlight. The sails were black, but for some reason that seemed to be the right colour for this ship.

Suddenly she felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned around to see Gibbs staring at her intently. "Wha' are ye doin' up 'ere lass?"

Jane just shrugged. "I just need some fresh air, that's all."

Gibbs looked passed her then looked back at her. "Bad luck 'aving a woman aboard."

Jane just rolled her eyes and decided to ignore that. "Where are we going?"

Gibbs snorted as he pointed behind her. Jane turned around and gasped. The ship was headed straight towards a mountain of rocks. Jane thought they were going to crash, but then she caught sight of a small path of water that lead in between the rocks. Jane turned to Gibbs wide-eyed.

"We're going in THERE!?"

Gibbs nodded his head grimly. "Aye, only a reckless, crazy fool of a Captain would go into the Dragons Teeth."

Jane looked back at the mountain of rocks as her mind began to turn. She had read about The Dragons Teeth in an old sailor book her mother had given to her before she died. She didn't remember a lot of what the book had said about The Dragon Teeth, except for one line, which had stuck with her for a long time.

"Only one person out of a hundred made it out of the Dragon Teeth alive."

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Sorry. I know its not much, and its not exactly 'exciting' but I'm nearly done the next chapter which should be much better..or at least I hope so.

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