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Chapter 3: Old Friends and New Ones

Samantha just stared at the bartender for a moment, her jaw slacked. She never wanted to admit it to herself, let alone hear it directly from the mouth of someone else.

"Aye, lass, it be best to close yer mouth. It's not lady-like looking like that." he whispered.

Samantha quickly snapped out of it. "Right. Sorry."

"Is there anythin' I can get ya?" he asked.

"If you could get me home, then yes," she said as she sighed and looked around the bar, "but I don't think you can..."

"No pint o' rum or anything?" he asked. He was always up for helping a customer as long as he made a profit.

But Samantha didn't have any money, but she knew that she would get kicked out right onto the rowdy streets if she said that. And she really didn't want to have to fend off hoards of skanks and dirty old men. Not to mention the fact the being drunk was not her 'thing', as we have previously seen. But for some strange reason she didn't feel drunk anymore. Her drunkenness faded along with the pain from the car accident. "No, no ru--" She stopped right in the middle of her sentence and her eyes got wide.

Jack. Jack Sparrow. The ultimate drinker of rum. And Tortuga was his hang-out and the best place to do it.

"Thank you. You have NO idea how much you just helped me." Samantha said to the bartender as she grabbed his hands.

"Aye, lass--" but he was cut of as she sprinted away. "--it be my pleasure..."

Samantha knew it was a long shot, though. Why would he be in Tortuga? He might've come here to get drunk once in a while, but he had his Black Pearl. He's happy. So right now he's probably--

Samantha suddenly tripped over something. She didn't fall, she just flew forward a little. Once she regained her balance, she whipped around, intent on yelling so much at the person who tripped her that their ears would bleed.

"What the hell were you--"

Captain Ratner had led Danielle below the deck of the Dark Knight. Danielle rambled on about her last experience on a ship and how she was happy that this time she wasn't in chains or ropes. He brought her into the little room that she had been in before. She still continued to ramble. Once they were both inside, he closed the door and stood against it so she couldn't leave.

"Would you shut yer damn mouth already!" he growled.

Danielle gulped and sat down on the bed. "My bad."

"Now what in Davey's name are you doing on my ship?" Captain Ratner asked. "My crew wanted to throw you overboard because they thought ya were a stow 'way. But I found ya to be mighty interesting considering what you're wearing. Now why are ya here?" He had heard the stories from two years earlier, about the two women with clothes like that, the two women who looked different and helped the pirates from the Black Pearl and that Jack Sparrow character.

"To tell you the truth, I don't know, man. Seriously. One minute I was in a c--bad accident, and the next I woke up on this cot." Danielle said, trying not to sound suspicious. She failed miserably, I might add.

"What kind of accident?" the captain inquired.

"A bad one?" she said as she furrowed her brows and looked at him hopefully.

Captain Ratner's mouth twitched. He quickly walked up to her, grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, and lifted her to her feet. "Your playing this game with the wrong pirate, woman." he growled. "Now if you don't answer all of my questions and if you don't answer them truthfully, I'll make sure the next time you sleep will be at the bottom of Davey Jones' locker. Understand?"

"I most certainly do."

He let go of her collar and backed off. She plopped back down on the bed. "Good. I see wer at an understandin'. Now, what is yer name?"

"Danielle."

"Last name, too, lass." The first name was so familiar to him. He had heard it somewhere before, prehaps in a bar with some pirates, some pirates who knew the story...

"...Jibowski."

"Odd name."

"I'm an odd person... Sir."

"Why are ya on my ship?"

"I don't know. Really. I don't!"

"Hmm, then how did ya get here?"

"I don't know that one either. One minute I was... with some friends, and the next I wake up on this cot."

"Well, lass, we put you on the cot. We first found ya on the main deck, near the wheel." His voice and demeanor were now becoming less menacing. Danielle guessed he was an OK guy, but when he gets aggravated or annoyed, he gets mad and evil. Danielle was learning to adapt to his personality.

Then there was silence for a moment as the captain looked at her,as if deciding what to do with her. And in fact, he was. Then he came to realize this was one of them. He had heard that they, those two women, disappeared shortly after Barbossa's death. One went off with Jack Sparrow and was never seen again, and rumor has it that he never saw her again, either. The other disappeared, supposedly, right out of the jail cell at Port Royal. She just... vanished. But Captain Ratner knew not to trust them Black Pearl pirates, the ones who were under the rule of Barbossa, the ones from whom the rumors started. They were bad pirates, never living up to the code and such. Rats, the lot of them. Ratner was getting angry just thinking about their betrayal...

"C-captain?"

"What do you want?!?"

"Um, what are you going to do with me?"

"I have the perfect plan for you, lass. The perfect plan..."

If she was who he thought she was, and if her ramblings about her 'past experience' were correct, then he had the perfect use for her. A use that would go far and make the Dark Knight pirates and their captain famous, very famous indeed. Not to mention the thought of revenge on those damned pirates made Captain Ratner's mouth curl up into a wickedly vicious smile.

Samantha just stopped right there and she stood near a table... and the person who was sitting at the table.

She stared.

Mouth agape.

Eyes wide.

And stared.

"HOLY SHIT! JACK FREAKIN' SPARROW!" she cried out loud enough for the entire bar to stop what they were doing and look at her.

Jack just stared at her like he was having having some kind of insane delusion.

She quickly realized it was silent and spun around to the waitresses, customers, and bartender. "Um, yeah, sorry you guys! Really! I just have this thing called Touret's Syndrome. It's when you yell out random things at... yeah, you people don't know what I'm talking about." And with that she sat across from Jack.

The people were still staring at her, but after a moment of great confusion, they went back to drinking.

There was a moment of silence between she and Jack.

A young woman waitress walked by Jack, he grabbed her arm and pulled her close. " 'Nother pint of rum. And please, this time make it--" he glanced Samantha's way for a second, "quick."

The woman looked at him for a second, as if she just heard someone say the stupidest thing in the world, as if her IQ dropped a good notch or two. She then took a quick look at Samantha. "Right then. What about the lady here."

Jack paused and his eyes got big. "You see 'er, TOO?"

Then it all came together for Samantha. She realized that he didn't believe she was there, that he believed she was just a figment of his already warped imagination.

The woman just looked at Jack. "Ya know what," she said as if it had all just come together for her, "I'll get you BOTH a pint o' rum? Sound good, hun?" And then she was off.

There was more silence.

Samantha cleared her throat. "Jack? I'm here. Really. You're not going to look crazy if you talk to me."

"Aren't I already crazy though, love?"

"Perhaps, but when I first got here I thought I was crazy, too, being back in the Caribbean. And ya know what? I'm still not doubting it."

Jack smirked. "Neither am I."

Captain Ratner stared at Danielle for a moment, as if challenging her to deny him one more time. "You're takin' my crew and I to the island whether you like it or not!"

"Well, I don't like it, so I'm not!" Danielle whined like a child. Captain Ratner had confronted her about who she really was and her past there in the Caribbean. Danielle really had no defense or comeback for that one considering that she didn't even know she was a legend or anything. He began to go off about how the Black Pearl pirates betrayed him after they escaped and he rambled on about how he was cheated out of his reward and so on.

"You are taking us to the Isla de Muerte. You will show us where it is. And you will NOT whine about it, woman!"

"Well, it's kinda too late for whining! And seriously, dude, last time I went there, I almost got killed. So you can take that idea and stick it right up your--"

Just at that moment, Rolland burst in and cut Danielle off. And thank God for it. Ratner was becoming royally pissed.

"Captain Ratner, we have arrived at Tortuga." he said and then glanced at Danielle.

"Good. We need supplies before we get there." the captain said as he nodded.

"What about her, captain? Is she coming--"

"With us? Of course not. She's valuable. We can't loose her and I know she doesn't want to do this. So she's not leaving this ship until we get to the island."

Danielle knew what they were talking about. They were discussing if they were going to bring her into Tortuga with them, or with Rolland and some of the others, anyway.

"I'm not going to that island, damn you!!" Danielle yelled out, but then she quickly covered her mouth and got wide eyes. She just looked at the two men.

Captain Ratner sighed. " 'Fore you leave, have her gagged n' bound."

"NO!" Danielle yelled. "It hurt me last time...!"

Rolland nodded and then grabbed some rope and a rather large handkerchief out of the drawer of the bedstand.

"I'll be back to speak with you later, Ms. ...Jibowski, but for now, I need to see to my crew." Ratner said just before he left the room and closed the door.

"I hate you." Danielle said as Rolland put Danielle's hands behind her back and led her to a small, wooden chair on the other side of the bedstand, which she didn't even see. He sat her down.

"Well, sweetheart, the feeling's mutual." Rolland began to tie her hands together and then to the chair.

"Who the are you, anyway? All I know about you is that you're evil, dirty, and smelly."

Rolland gave her a nasty glance before then beginning to tie her feet together and to the chair. "I'm Thomas Rolland, the first mate, if you must know. Now would you please spare me the torture of hearing you speak again."

"Aw, that's not very nice."

"Well you're a wench and I don't know why we just don't kill you now!" Rolland then grabbed the handkerchief and placed it around her head and mouth.

Danielle still spoke through the handkerchief. "You know you need me to get to the island, stupid."

"Would you shut up!" Rolland then dragged the chair Danielle was in to the middle of the room, so she couldn't get to anything that could possibly help her out of the chair. "Now, I'm leaving now and--"

"Well then get the hell outta here!" Danielle yelled through the handkerchief even though her voice was muffled.

Rolland grabbed her by the neck. "Don't speak to me like that again, wench. Or I'll kill you and then toss yer body overboard and then simply say you escaped. Got it?"

" 'Course I do, First Mate Rolland." Danielle said sarcastically.

Rolland mumbled some very nasty things and then left, slamming the door behind him. He was now going into Tortuga while Danielle was left in the middle of the room, tied tightly to the chair.

" 'Bout time." she mumbled before trying to move her way to the candle on the bedstand, which was still lit.

She made it several inches before tipping over, which was actually a pretty funny sight to see since she squeaked all the way down.

"Ow! That hurt!" her muffled voice cried out. And so now she was even more stuck because now she couldn't get up.

Silly Danielle! Caught again by pirates!! And never knowing when to keep her mouth closed...

Author's Note: You might have a hard time understanding this but by the end of the story it will all make perfect sense. You'll know who the characters are and about the events that have taken place and why they take place. In the end, it will all fit together like one great big puzzle. Please review though, and if you are seriously so confused that you just can't go on reading or something, then let me know and I'll try my hardest to make everything as clear as I can.