Author's Note: Third chapter for y'all. Enjoy! Again, I don't own some of the dialogue presented down here, but I put my own spin on things, too.

Elizabeth

Instead of stealing the Interceptor, all Sparrow managed to do was take us ashore, extremely surreptitiously. I was allowed to take one of my belongings, nothing more. For reasons unknown, I took the medallion. We ran down alleys and back streets to the blacksmith's, because it was the most unassuming place for one to hide. Also that all I was hoping was that Will would fight with Jack.

Jack was a man of few words, but he had dropped the former, wily demeanor when I was giving him directions of where to run. "Missy, I'm sorry for doin' this," he said as we ran down an avenue, his hands still bound but one was clutching my wrist. "But I'm not going to get hanged fer savin' yer life."

I didn't make any reply but he did have a point. When we entered the shop he made several unsuccessful attempts to free himself of the chains but then he made the donkey make a round so the wheels would break the irons. I hoped he didn't hurt the donkey, as it made a loud braying sound. Then we heard a fiddling with the door- Will was getting back. Jack grabbed me again and pulled me down. "Stay here," he hissed. I crouched low to the ground.

Will calmed the donkey, and went about his work but then Jack ambushed him. They exchanged words and I stayed silent until I heard ". . . could easily kill you."

I stood up and whispered, "Don't kill him." I didn't know who I was referring to, but I did know that there would be no blood spilled on my account. Jack looked at me and assumed I was talking to him. He asked me if Will was courting me- and as much as I wanted to say yes, I told the truth.

Then we all heard BANG! Thankfully Will had locked the door, that would buy us some time. Jack quickly scooped me up and took off to the back exit. I motioned Will to follow us, but he already was. "Jack, we're surrounded," I said.

"Never." Slyly moving into the darkness, we paused.

"What's your name, boy?" Jack said, his eyes glowing. Will put his hands in his pockets.

"Will Turner."

"Short for William, eh? Good strong name. Undoubtedly named fer yer father. . ." Jack Sparrow knew this to be true, Will's confirmation was just icing on the cake.

"Yes." I couldn't make out his expression but he sounded perplexed.

After a split second, Jack said, "Well, mates and captives, I have formulated me plan. Let's go."

Jack

With the lass in my arms and the lad by my side, I had my temporary crew. But Will Turner! It couldn't have turned out better. We had his blood, and the girl's coin. Now we just needed a ship to catch up to Barbossa.

With the Navy breathing down our backs there was not much hope for survival out in the open. So, upon the wench's advice, we took to the alleys. And when we got to the seaside, we carefully splashed under the dock and peered around.

The Turner boy said quietly, "We're going to steal a ship? THAT ship? And why, exactly?"

"Down ya go, missy," I said to Elizabeth and slipped her down, her bare feet falling into the ankle-deep stream. "Lad, 'ave ya ever heard of Isla de Muerta?"

"The island that can't be found except by those who know where it is?" Will replied haughtily. "I've heard of it."

"There are riches there beyond your wild dreams, boy," I said, rolling my eyes for effect. "But you would rather be in Port Royal wiv a thankless job an' no lass to call yer own, eh?"

Elizabeth looked down, stifling a giggle.

Will bristled. "What ship then? The Dauntless? The Interceptor?"

"Dauntless, methinks. I think I 'ave a way."

We hunched over and made our way to the dock where the Dauntless was. Now that the excitement had ended and the more important guards were off searching for the girl next to me, the same guards were at their posts, comparing bayonets. So they wouldn't recognize the governor's daughter, I had covered her with my jacket.

"'Lo, boys," I said genially.

"Jack Sparrow!" they cried, brandishing the guns. Will quickly bashed them over the head with the sack of rocks we collected. They fell, knocking their heads together. Had they been conscious, that would have hurt a lot more.

"Now! Now! Now!" I cried and we rushed onto the ship. I lifted the anchor and hoisted the sails, instructing Elizabeth on how to steer. Will made himself busy with some other stuff.

As we were pulling out of the bay, Elizabeth craned her neck. "Oh my God- they're coming after us!"

"No they're not. The wind's at quarter astern. They'll never catch up to us." I felt very proud of myself. A slight drawback set my plans off by a few hours but we would be fine. I could feel it.

Will

Jack Sparrow, Elizabeth, and I were on the high seas by nightfall. Smooth sailing was ahead. I admit that I was pleased to be with Elizabeth, albeit sharing the company with a pirate. But something else was nagging me. As Jack sat, staring out at the inky sea, I approached him.

"Jack?"

"William," he replied.

"I'm not a simpleton, Jack. You knew my father," I said, not one to beat around the bush. Jack's reaction surprised me. While I thought he would deny it vehemently, he just turned to me, with his eyes oddly alight.

"I knew 'im. Probably one the few who knew him as William Turner. Everyone else just called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill."

"Bootstrap?" I echoed, baffled.

Jack stared off again. "Good man. Good pirate." He glanced at me. "I swear you look just like him." Outraged, I cried, "It's not true. He was a merchant sailor. A good, respectable man who obeyed the law."

Jack cackled. "He was a bloody pirate, a scalawag!"

I drew my sword. "My father was not a pirate."

"Put it away, son." Jack scratched his ear and swooped the sword from me in one swift gesture. "You can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday. Now, me, for example, I can let you drown but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies, savvy? So. . ." He offered me the sword, holding the handle to me. "Can you sail under the command of a pirate? Or can you not?"

I took the sword. "Tortuga?" I asked.

"Tortuga," Jack replied, his golden teeth reflecting the moonlight.