Hi everyone! I finally got to my settings, so. . . .Yeah. . . . Anywho . . . . . . .

I just want to tell everyone who hasn't taken a look at my bio recently that I have taken down the third chapter, because it was overly offending.

I APOLOGIZE TO ANYONE WHO WAS OFFENDED BY THAT CHAPTER! I was really pissed off that day. I had just gotten my first flame. I feel really stupid about that now. . . .

Anyways, we left off with Norrington catching up to the Black Pearl, and Marie had lost her sense of direction. Yay.

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I noticed that Jack seemed a little puzzled at the fact that the Dauntless was pursuing them, but told the men to reef the sails anyway. ~I thought he knew why this Norrington fellow was here . . . ~ I thought, feeling a bit nervous.

The Black Pearl slowed considerably, and the Dauntless pulled up on the port side, just close enough that a man (or woman. I will not be left out of this!) could hop across easily. If they had a wide leg span, that is. One man (very finely dresses, and clearly the Captain of the Dauntless) had a walkway placed between the gap, so he could walk over and talk to Jack.

I hid myself in a corner behind a large coil of rope, for I didn't want to be seen, just in case. Jack came down from the helm with a lopsided grin plastered on his face, saying 'Commodore! What a pleasant surprise. So, why're ye here?' The Commodore just frowned, and I saw a hand go to his sword handle, gripping it lightly.

'I have come to discuss something with you, Mr. Sparrow.' He said, and Jon went up to stand behind Jack, but not so far as to be overlooked. A few of the sailors from the Dauntless had come over to join Norrington, and Jack's grin slid a bit, and I could tell he was expecting the worst. Norrington just stood there, and continued saying 'A guard told me that he saw you 'kidnapping' a young lady from Port Royal. If so, I am here to arrest you. If not,' he paused and seemed to clench his teeth, 'I am under strict orders from Mrs. Turner (he said that with difficulty) that you are not to be harmed.'

Jack just looked amused, and looked around, saying 'Well, Norrington, I don' see any lasses around 'ere, d'ye? An' why would I be needin' a lass on me ship, when I 'ave a whole bunch waitin' fer me at Tortuga?' I almost giggled at the look of contained anger on the Commodores' face, which almost gave away my position, tucked away behind some rope. Suddenly, one of Norrington's crewmen pointed in my direction, and called out 'Look, Sir! A lass behind th' rope!'

My eyes widened as I saw the crewman stride over and grab my arm through the rope, pulling me up forcefully. I was dragged over to the scuppers on the port side, and I stood there beside Jack, glaring daggers at Norrington.

I could've spit when I saw the look of accomplishment on Norrington's face, and I said with strained calmness 'I wasn't kidnapped, sir. I came of me own will, is all! Ye have no right t' be treatin' me like this!' But Norrington didn't answer me, but turned to Jack instead, saying 'Even if she did come of her own free will, Mr. Sparrow ('Captain, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow' interjected Jack, but Norrington ignored him) I can still take you in. They'll only listen to a man of honor and rank, not a girl.'

Without warning, Norrington pulled out his sword, and Jack his, and the clash of blades could only be heard for a few moments. After those moments, the night was filled with the sound of yells and gunshots, and I felt the crewman's grip on me loosen.

I looked around feverently for Jon, but I couldn't see him amidst the melee of men on the Pearl, and instead I ran as fast as I could for the stairs. I leapt down the stairwell, and hid in the first place I could find, the storage room. I cringed at the smell, but pushed that out of my mind, thinking ~ Marie, this is no time to worry about the smell! Dammit, where's Jon? ~

I had hidden behind a barrel, listening to the battle overhead and thinking ~ I'm such a pansy, running from a fight! But I can't use a sword, and I haven't my pistol! What am I to do?~ I gasped as I heard someone on the stairs, and clasped a hand over my mouth, straining my ears for anything tha might identify the person slowly descending into the dim hull.

'The Commodore said the lass went this way, Stevens!' One man said, and I stiffened with horror at the voice. The heavy boots made a loud 'clump clump' as they crossed the wooden boards, coming closer and closer to my hiding spot. Suddenly, they stopped, and I heard another man (Stevens) say 'She must've gone somewhere else, Tom! She isn't here.'

I gave a quiet sigh, and listened for the heavy footsteps. But they never came. I craned my head over a barrel, and saw that there was nobody there. ~ How could they have moved so quickly and quietly? ~ I thought, and proceeded to sit back down. But as I turned around, I came face to face with two Navy sailors, grinning at me.

'Good afternoon, lass.' One man said, and clamped a hand over my mouth as I tried to scream. And, just like the foolish weak girl I was, I passed out from fright. ~ Damn me and my nerves! ~ I thought, and it all went dark.

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I know, I know. Too . . . . . melodramatic. The next part will be a bit better, I think.

I hope.

I pray. . . . . .

Anywho, thanks to all of my reviewers! I love you guys! *hands out rum and Jack Sparrow clones to everyone* The clones are from my friend, Mallory! She has a cloning machine . . . thingy . . . Anywho, enjoy!

~@Marie the Black Rose@~

p.s. - Doncha think that the ~@ kinda looks like a rose? In any case, I like it! (