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So feeling a sudden urge to write a new chapter I sat down in my free time, which isn't much, and came up with the following. I know right now I'm writing the chapters rather quickly but do be warned that that will most likely soon stop because I have to find a way to keep the story interesting...and one of my faults in writing is just typing what comes to mind. Never do I plan out a story fully and that leads to complications which then leads to no updates in months. So clearly you have been warned...though I try my best when I get a review that says 'please update soon' or something like that. Then I feel obligated to write as soon as possible. It's sad really when ever I get a review I'm like a kid in a candy store...one in particular pleased me so much that I was bouncing up and down in my chair and giving off strange noises that I suppose was to be laughter of joy. So one can say this chapter is sort of dedicated to Sweetpeathe1st who was the cause to my strange actions I mentioned above. I would also once again like to thank all of those who have reviewed. You guys are indeed the best. Ok I think a babbled enough for one chapter I'll continue later after I finished writing this chapter...can you tell that I enjoy rambling.

Disclaimer: Fuck it...no I do not own PotC.

Chapter 3-

The night Jack had received this strange job was pitch black. There was no wind even though his future employer planned their meeting in a tavern near the sea. Even the waves that washed up on shore seemed scared to go too far up on land. Usually Jack didn't do these kind of jobs, hell he was his own leader and he did not like to be bossed around. But seeing as the Black Pearl needed repairs, badly at that, what was the captain to do? And seeing that he was totally devoted to his ship he grudgingly excepted to meet this mysterious person that seemed to want to hire him out of all the bloody pirates in the world. But as soon he stepped into the tavern , to his relief, it was just like any tavern in Tortuga. He half way expected it to be deserted just like the beach and streets. So walking over to the bar he ordered his usual -rum- and went on his way to find this person that was so hot to have him work for them. His dark chocolate eyes scanned the filled room and like a hawk who had just founds its prey they stopped roaming and rested on a cloaked figure. Figuring that this was the guy he wandered over there with his usual slow drunken pace.

It was amazing how most people who did not want to be noticed always wore capes with a hood or cloaked themselves in something black what then also conveniently hid their face. But then if you do think about it those people are the ones that you notice first. All this whirled through Jack's head, and a crooked grin lightened his features.

Though as he scanned this oh so mysterious figure he stopped grinning and noticed that the figure had a feminine touch to it, yes he even thought he could make out the outline of two breasts. To his dismay he wasn't quite sure what size they were so he quickened his pace a little. Now that he thought about it it was a good thing that this woman cloaked herself the way she did. If she didn't, he thought, she would probably be fending off all the men that hadn't been able to do their manly business in months. But that was the life off a sailor hard and most times unfair unless you're the captain off course.

And with that he stood in front of this woman. Standing very tall, even though he wasn't, he grinned down upon her searching the shadowed face. The only thing he could really make out where to pairs of eyes, brown, almost black and they did not look very welcoming maybe even dangerous. But Jack pretending to be unaware of that fact mock bowed and with a whisper that only the person in front of him could here said, "Good eve m' lady."

"How did you..." the eyes widened a little in surprise but then went back to their usual bitterness.

Her voice was cold, for a woman rather deep and Jack thought she was probably one of the most unpleasant women he had the pleasure to meet. Though deciding to go on his usual ways he of course had something to say.

"Well luv, Jest a word of 'dvise, next time buy a bigger cloak," he watched her eyes carefully but there was no hint of embarrassment, giving off the clear signal that she wasn't a virgin, "and," finding an opportunity to mention his title, "the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow can recognize a woman froma mile 'way! Natral instinct one could say." He let himself fall into the chair and stretched all far limbs away from his body, one arm was lounging on the back of the chair and the other was on the table, his legs, to put it rather bluntly, where stretched wide apart and in his opinion the woman got a good view.

He grinned but her expression did not change and with a little briskness in her voice she answered him, "That's wonderful and all Mr. Sparrow but I did not come to discuss your 'natral' instincts. I have a something very specific that needs to be done. And knowing that you have some connections in Port Royale-"

"How did you-"

"Please don't interrupt," there was something sharp in her voice, "as I was saying, these connections might come in handy. You probably are wondering why I chose you. Simple, I have just mentioned one reason and the other is that you are probably the only pirate that is daft enough to enter a soldier filled Port," Jack could feel a smirk creep slowly across her lips, "So now to what matters. I will pay you a total of 10,000 pounds if you bring this person to me unharmed. When you leave this port I will tell you exactly to where you can find me. But now back to this person. I wont tell you here name because I doubt it will tell you much. But I do have a portrait of her and you know what people say, a picture is worth a thousand words and I'm afraid that this one is twice as much. Now if you would be so kind as to follow me, I would also ask you not to remove the blanket that is wrapped around the frame until you are in the privacy of your room..."

She stood up briskly and started walking to the exit. As Jack followed he watched her step and it was not very feminine. It was sharp very much like her eyes and the way she spoke and her hips seemed very rigid. No wonder that the men in the tavern had kept away from her, and now he was sure that he wasn't the only man who had noticed she was a woman. She was just so...he thought about a way to describe her but it didn't come to him. All he knew was that he didn't like her. All of his senses said that he should not be doing this. He should just get back on his ship and sail far, far away where there were no strange women who paid him to kidnap someone. But as he thought of sailing he had to think of the Pearl's torn sails. That made sailing pretty damn hard. So coming to a decision he grit his teeth and followed her outside.

It was cool but everything was quiet and now Jack wished he was back in the stifling heat of the tavern but it was too late for that. And now he just realized that he forgot to drink his rum. This was going to put him in a foul mood but right now he was distracted and he followed his employer to a little empty house that stood maybe five houses away from the tavern. They entered one after the other and the woman turned on a small oil lamp which cast long shadows on the wall.

She walked to the end of the room and stepped aside for Jack to see a square frame wrapped in a dirty grey cloth. At some point it must have been white. Jack moved closer leaning forward which made him look like he was about to fall over. He gave her a questioning look and then picked it up. It didn't way much for it's size.

"I wish you a very nice evening Mr. Sparrow, and please remember what I told you," she pulled a neatly folded piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to him. He took it looked at it for a moment and then stuck it in his pocket. She nodded and then turned around and left, leaving him standing in the dark. He sighed and then looked at the wrapped up picture under his arm. He then too walked outside but made sure he left a lot of distance between her and him. Soon he stood in front of the tavern and for the first time he noticed the name of it. 'The Weeping Cauldron' (1) He raised an eyebrow but then his thoughts went back to the untouched rum in the tavern. He had a sudden urge to go back inside to finish it or start it depends on how you look at it. But now that he thought about it who knows what might have fallen or was put into his cup. Scrunching his nose he went back to his ship. He had gone aboard quickly not saying a word to the few who were on deck playing poker.

And now he was in his cabin, rolling a half emptied bottle on the heavy polished table that was placed in the middle of his rather large room. His legs ,again, were stretched out in front of him. The painting which was half his size was leaned up against a one of the wooden chests in the farthest end of his dimly lit room. His eyes sparkled and one might have thought him drunk, but oh no, after all he was only on his sixth bottle. Once in a while his eyes would wander over to the untouched painting but then they would flick back to the candle on the table. It had gone like this for about twenty minutes and finally he slowly got up and walked over to the painting. His eyes were unusually alert (2). Kneeling down in front of it he studied the cloth then with slow but steady finger he unwrapped the cloth from the painting. He stopped for a few seconds. Now on the last layer that surrounded the cloth he could make out some of the lines. And as if the cloth was burning his fingers he ripped it away and threw it as far as he could...

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HA CLIFFHANGER! I know that was kind of mean of me but I need ore material for the next chapter plus I thought I'd make this a little more interesting by adding suspense... Also I would like to mention that my spelling isn't the best and you may have noticed that my sentences are rather long. I should do a spell check but usually it's just grammar and spell check doesn't check that. So I 'm sorry to those perfectionist out there but my grammar sucks ass. I think I'm ready to upload now. I don't think I need to tell you to please review.

Author's Note(s):

1: I was desperately trying to think of the name I used in my other fic but alas I could not remember. So I just thought of the name like in ten seconds. I know it's kind of silly and it would have fit better in a Harry Potter fic but I like it so there...

2: Usually -or as I imagine- Jack's eyes are kind of clueless even though we all no that is a charade, so I thought I could make it seem a little more interesting by making him drop the act...yes lame and I hope that made sense.