A/N: Here is Chapter 4! Hope you enjoy it!!!

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Chapter 4-Yay! The Black Pearl!

The Caribbean sun had been up for quite a while, gently warming Jennessa's face. Jack barked orders at the crew.

"Come along you bilge rats! Let's get her movin'! We be celebratin' tonight!"

Immediately the crew went to work, hoisting sails, raising the anchor, and all that fun stuff that the authoress has no knowledge of.

Jennessa heard her name. It's Elizabeth.

"I'm still not speaking to you," Jennessa said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"You're speaking to me now, aren't you?"

Jennessa narrowed her eyes in response.

"Oh! You're hopeless!" Elizabeth cried out, as she threw her hands up in the air.

Hehe. This is fun, Jennessa giggled to herself.

Jack was standing on the bridge glancing at his famous broken compass and turning the helm three full circles to the right.

"Captain?" Jennessa asked.

He grinned, obviously loving that Jennessa had remembered to call him "Captain."

"Yes, love?'

"Where exactly are we going?"

"Why to the happiest place on Earth, of course!"

"Disneyland?"

"Okay, second happiest."

Jennessa shrugged. "I have no idea."

"Tortuga," Jack said with pleasure. "As I've said before, 'it is indeed a sad life that has never breathed deep the sweet, proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga. Savvy?'"

Jennessa's heart started to beat faster. Tortuga? She had heard about that place. A town where there were no rules. Pirates of all sorts inhabited the island; pubs and taverns were filled with them. Things like backstabbing and stealing were commonplace, and prostitutes could be seen on every corner.

Jack must have read her mind because he then said, "Don't you worry, young missy. As long as you stick with old Jack you'll be safe as can be."

Jennessa nodded her head.

"Speaking of which," Jack continued, as he lowered his voice, his face looking as serious as Jack's face can look serious. "Elizabeth has asked me to instruct the crew not to lay a finger on you. She can handle herself fine, but you…you might be a different story. I don't want to be havin' me tickets to wealth and rum be spoiled, savvy?"

Jennessa's jaw dropped.

"Err, correct me if I'm wrong," Jack said quickly.

"How dare she make that assumption about me! I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank-you-very-much!"

"Yes, I'm sure you can, love. Ahh…would I be wrong in saying that the two of you were having a bit of a tiff?"

"No, you'd be quite correct."

"And why would you be having said upset?"

"Well, she told me that she burnt your rum…"

Jack covered his ears. "Nooo! Stop! No more!"

"Sorry. But I got mad at her because she did that and she didn't think it a big deal but I certainly thought so…doing that to your poor rum."

"Really? You're mad at her over that?"

"Yes."

"Oh, I feel so loved. See, I'm all warm and cozy inside. 'Course that could be the rum I just drank…"

"Okay…"

"So are you a lover of rum, too?"

"Actually, I've never tried the stuff. My somehow-related-cat loving-guardian thought it would be 'inappropriate' for a girl my age."

Jack looked incredibly shocked.

"Never. Had. Rum?"

"No."

"Never? Ever?"

"No."

"Never ever never ever never ever…"

"No! I've never had rum before!"

"Well, you're bloody well going to tonight! I'll make sure of it!" he said, as he waved his hands wildly. "Now, off you run. I've got to set us on course for Tortuga."

"Okay!" Jennessa skipped off smiling.

Thud! Jennessa had skipped into a pirate.

"Oye! Watch where ya going, matey!" said the slightly angry pirate who was shaking a wet mop at Jennessa.

"Oh, sorry. Hey wait a moment. You're a girl!"

"No, I'm a bloody bloomin' cockroach. 'Course I'm a girl!"

"So there are two girl pirates? gasp Does that mean I can be a pirate?!?!" Jennessa asked excitingly.

"Can you fight?"

"No."

"Have you ever drunk rum before?"

"Jack says I will tonight."

"Can you steal without feeling guilty or getting caught?"

"Ummm…I don't know."

"Can you sing 'Drunken Sailor' and dance a jig at the same time?"

"Err…no?"

"Then you can't be a pirate."

"WHAT?! But I…I…"

"Yes?"

"I can work on the ship! My father taught me loads about ships!"

"That would make you a sailor. Not a pirate."

"Darn."

"You be that girl we kidnapped, aye?"

"One of them."

"Well, you're not Elizabeth."

"No, I'm Jennessa. Jennessa Dowson," Jennessa said.

"I'm Bree. Glad to meet you," said the pirate. "So, you know about ships, do ya?'

"Yep."

"Think you could give me a hand?"

"Alright!"

Jennessa and her new pirate friend Bree finished mopping the deck, on which Elizabeth slipped and fell. Jennessa then realize that she was hungry, as she hadn't eaten for a long time now.

"Come with me!" said Bree, after Jennessa had expressed her hunger pains.

Jennessa followed her into the ship's galley. She disappeared for a moment and then reappeared wearing a giant white chef hat.

"Not only am I a pirate, but I'm a cook too!"

"How utterly convenient," said Jennessa. Bree cooked her up her favorite dish: chocolate chip cookies! The two of them ate the cookies with all their yummy chocolate chip goodyness.

Unfortunately the chocolate cookie bliss was interrupted when Mr. Gibbs came into the galley.

"Belay that nonsense, you two! Bree, the capt'n wants ye to cook the courses fer tonight's party. Miss, ye be needed to help with the chores, if ye be so kind."

Jennessa waved ta-ta to her friend and followed Mr. Gibbs back up to the main deck, where she helped work on the Black Pearl. Jack steered the big ruddy ship, and Elizabeth walked around, careful not to fall on anymore slippery decks, and muttering things like, "Wait until my father hears of this," and "I'll get to that rum of it's the last thing I do."

Finally, night fell…and it was time to par-tay! (not to be confused with par-lay) There were plenty of party lanterns and yummy food (all made by Bree) and of course, lots and lots of rum! A couple of the pirates had fiddles and started to play a lively jig.

Jack emerged with a huge hat with a huge peacock feather.

"Told you I had a party hat!" He rubbed his hands together and stumbled over to the rum. He took two large bottles and raised them up for a toast.

"Here's to our kidnappes, without whom we would not be having our future ransoms of money and more rum!"

Jennessa and the crew gave a hearty cheer. Elizabeth was in the captain's quarters, refusing to join the festivities (probably trying to come up with a plan to get rid of all the rum.)

Jack plopped down next to Jennessa.

"So, love. Try your rum yet?" he said, as he held out a bottle out to her.

"No."

"Well?"

Jennessa cautiously took the glass bottle and stared at its amber contents. Jack smiled expectantly.

She gulped and uncorked the bottle.

"Yo ho ho!" sang Jack, as he raised his rum.

"Yo ho ho," Jennessa said nervously. Bottles clinked together in a toast. Jennessa closed her eyes and took a giant swig.

Hmmm…it tasted…different. And, gulp, it wasn't that bad…


Meanwhile, back in Port Royal

"Commodore, when I put my daughter in your care I expected her to return home safely, not to be kidnapped by pirates!"

"Governor Swann, I assure you that had I not been unconscious when Sparrow…"

"And that's just it! Sparrow! He kidnaps my daughter again! Not to mention Miss Dowson." Governor Swann shook his head in disbelief. "What did Elizabeth ever see in him? A pirate is a pirate! Why did we let him go? He should have been hanged!"

"Sir," began the Commodore, holding a cloth compress to the enormous bump on his head. "That would have happened if Mr. Turner hadn't…"

Suddenly the front door flew open.

"Where's Elizabeth?!?!"

"Speak of the devil…"

"William, my dear boy…" began the governor.

"Elizabeth?! Where is she?!"

"Your lovely pirate friend made off with her and Miss Dowson," said Norrington.

"Jack?"

"Yes, Jack, as you call him," said the governor, "attacked the Dauntless last night. His crew killed many members of the British navy, kidnapped Elizabeth and Miss Dowson, and sent the Commodore and the remaining officers back here in a longboat."

"And my ship," sniffled the Commodore, "is now at the bottom of the ocean."

"Here, Commodore, take this," said the governor, offering Norrington a handkerchief.

"Thank you, sir."

"But…but…Jack? He would never…"

"But he did. And now my daughter and the daughter of a close family friend are in the hands of murderous, lustful, amoral pirates!"

Will Turner straightened his stance. He narrowed his eyes and his expression became as solemn as possible.

"Sir, Jack Sparrow is a good man. He himself would never so such a thing to Elizabeth or Miss Dowson. Neither would he let his crew."

Norrington stepped closer to Will so as to look at him face to face.

"You would trust such a man as Sparrow?" he challenged.

"I would trust him with my life."

The governor, sensing trouble, gently separated the two men. "Gentlemen, if you please. The concern here is the well being of my daughter and of Miss Dowson. There is a ransom to be paid, after all."

"Ransom?" asked Will.

"Yes," Norrington sneered. "Sparrow demands money…and rum."

"How much?" questioned Will.

"He didn't say," replied the Commodore. "Knowing Sparrow, it will be more than he can handle."

"Where are we to meet them to exchange the ransom?" asked Will.

"That, too, is indeed a mystery," said the Commodore. "The time and the place were not mentioned."

Will already had an idea of where Jack would be headed.

"Tortuga," he said under his breath.

"What?'

"Nothing, sir. I was just muttering to myself."

"So what are we to do, Commodore?" the governor asked.

"I have my men preparing the Poseidon as we speak. We shall leave in the morning to where we last encountered Sparrow. Then we shall go from there."

"Very good," said the governor. 'I trust you on this, Commodore. Not one, but two lives are in your hands."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm coming with you," Will said suddenly.

"Err, Mr. Turner, I admire your great love and dedication to my daughter, but…"

"You are a blacksmith, not a sailor," finished the Commodore. "Leave the high sea rescues to the big boys. You remember the last attempt of yours, do you not?"

"Yes," Will said, glaring at the Commodore. "And I saved her."

The Commodore laughed. "Your rash decision to join forces with Sparrow not only almost cost Miss Swann her life, but yours as well. Had it not been for my naval officers and…"

"Commodore, that is quite enough," said the governor. He turns to Will and speaks as a father would a son. "I am afraid that the Commodore is right. You lead with your heart too much, my boy, not your head. There is plenty for you to do here. Perhaps Sparrow's intention is to come to Port Royal to make the exchange. And if it is, you will be here to do so. I believe your word. And if Elizabeth and Miss Dowson arrive home safe, he will be allowed to leave free."

Commodore Norrington moved to protest, but the governor held up a hand to signal him to wait.

"Do you understand, my boy?"

Will seemed to be thinking of something. Then he slowly nodded his head.

"Yes, sir."

"Good lad! Good lad! What a fine son-in-law you shall make me!" He motioned to a nearby servant. "Mr. Jacobs, please escort Mr. Turner out of the manor."

"Yes, sir," replied the servant. "Right this way, Mr. Turner."

"We shall speak in the morning, William," said the governor. "Try and sleep well."

"Yes, Governor Swann. I shall try my best. Goodnight, sir. Commodore."

"Mr. Turner."

"Goodnight, William."

As the door to the colonial manor shut behind that of William Turner, the Commodore turned abruptly to the governor.

"I must protest, sir! Letting Sparrow get away, again?"

"Commodore, you of all people should know that I only said that to calm the boy. Of course we will not let Sparrow get away freely."

The Commodore smiled. "I understand, sir."

"Good. As long as everything is clear."

"All I want is what Sparrow has coming to him," said the Commodore, "for what he did to my ship. sniff"


Back on the Black Pearl

Elizabeth sat on the large bed in the large captain's quarters of the large Black Pearl. She could hear the lively fiddle music and the shouts of laughter and fun happening outside the room. She stared out at the many windows that looked out onto the black abyss of ocean, while quietly singing:

"Some day my Will will come.

Some day we'll meet again…"

And it was quite bad, to be honest with you. Because Elizabeth can't sing. She thinks she can, but she can't. You heard her singing "A Pirate's Life For Me" in the movie, right? shudders

But before she could sing another off-key note, Jack burst into the room.

"Jack? What are you doing? I could have been changing for all you know!"

Jack grinned in that Jack-Sparrowish-sort-of-way that let's you know that he's thinking of something naughty, but he quickly shook it off.

"You need to come outside and take a look at yer friend, love," he said quickly.

"Why? What's happened?"

"Just come out and take a looksie…"


Oooo, what did you do? Well, you are gonna have to wait and find out because I am still typing Chapter 5! Please read and review!!!