Author's Note: I'm getting a secret window story out soon I hope...it's going to be called The Deep End But I'll tell you when I really get it out.

I didn't mind going to jail for, what, five, six hours? It was absolutely worth it. –Johnny Depp

Once dousing both men with ice cold water, the usual lenient officers of Dead Cay threw Jack and James in different cells. "And I don't want to hear no yellin' down here!" an officer with a thick French accent told both of them.

After Norrington threw the punch and Jack retaliated, Ana Maria tried getting the two apart, but failed miserably. Soon after, the two officers of whatever hauled the two bloody, angry and exhausted men away. The officers were most likely part of some country that owned Dead Cay and were there to keep the peace but Jack and James had done anything but be peaceful.

A doctor came and evaluated them individually and told them their injuries, which was more than expected. James had a black eye, a swollen lip and his scar from the day before started to bleed again and the doctor said that there was a possibility of a bruised rib since his chest was black and blue. Jack's jaw was somewhat out of place, he also had a black eye, he was limping on his right side and his back ached terribly.

Ana Maria is gonna kill me. Jack thought to himself, with a twinge of fear running through him. She kept him in order most of the time, and this would be something she wouldn't like nor approve of. He slowly turned his head to look at the Commodore and saw him pacing his cell. Jack growled under his breath and resumed looking at the floor. One good thing about this place was the dry floor. Unlike the Pearl

The silence was almost worse than speaking. The two men paced their cells, occasionally looking at the other. James wondered if he should explain himself or not, but decided against it. He was already regretting hitting Jack, there was no use talking if he was also going to regret that.

Fine actions, James. The Navy would be proud.

Actually, the Navy probably wouldn't mind. They don't like pirates, remember?

Norrington looked up and remembered he had seen Jack in this position before. Without thinking, words flew out of this mouth at top speed, "Who beat you in Port Royal?"

Jack closed his eyes, slightly shaking his head. Unbelievable. He turned his head slowly and sent James daggers. "What goes on in yer head?"

James frowned, "I was just wondering. Whoever it was should be punished."

"Then you gonna put yerself in jail as well, or are you not the kind?" Jack said, his voice low and deep. James almost shuddered. Maybe that was the wrong thing to ask.

"This isn't entirely my fault, you know."

Jack's mouth dropped, "You threw the first punch, how the blast is this not all yer fault?"

"You lied to me from the very beginning! And…and you provoked me!"

"How the blast did I provoke you?"

"You insulted me! What else would you call it?"

"The truth isn't the same as an insult, Commodore."

James rolled his eyes as Jack's comment struck his heart. "The Royal Navy would be a mess and wouldn't be any better than pirates without my discipline, Captain."

Jack sneered, "It's amazing, you've spent at least a week on my ship, an' yer still insultin' pirates an' the life we lead!"

James sat down and looked away. "I have no reason not to."

Jack sighed, "Other than the fact that you're better than that." James paused and looked at Jack. He was giving him a questioning and prodding look. James turned away quickly.

Silence would've been better than this.

"What are you doing?"

The man turned around and stared at his beautiful lover standing in front of him. He turned back to his trunk and tried to get the memory of her out of his head. "I'm sorry Bianca, but this is something I have to do."

She shook her head, her wild curls shaking along with her. "You have to leave?" He nodded and Bianca tried to find the words, "Why?" she managed to get out.

He sighed and turned around, "It isn't you…it's me."

She dropped her basket and her mouth dropped. "Well I would hope it's you! If it was me, I would think there was enough…wouldn't you tell me…" she paused, trying to catch her breath, "No warning…" she looked up at him, "Why is it you?"

He swallowed and hoped she wasn't carrying a gun on her, "I don't love you, Bianca." It seemed as though she had been shot in the heart, the way she backed up against the wall and slid down. She knew he was making excuses, the way his mouth was moving, but her hearing had left her. She could hear nothing but the steady pulse of her heart in her ears. She stupidly watched him talk and pack at the same time and then numbly watched him leave the room and the house.

Bianca's eyes popped open. It took a couple moments for her eyes to adjust to the dark room and then she looked around, remembering she had gone straight to her cabin late the night before. It had to be afternoon by now. She yawned and sat up, trying to shrug off the memory she had dreamed about.

That didn't take long when the familiar voice of Ana Maria came bounding through the thin walls. "Keep looking you slugs! Somethin's gotta be here!"

Bianca sighed and rolled her eyes, getting up from her cot and leaving the cabin. She was let with the sight of men running and scurrying all over the ship, obviously looking for something. Ana was with them, also looking. Bianca walked up to her and followed her as the female pirate searched, "What's lost?" Bianca asked.

"Two meatheads."

Bianca frowned, "Meat?" a little confused, since they rarely had meat longer than one day.

"Jack and Nathan."

"Oh…" Bianca looked around and then looked at Ana who was looking in random cracks and corners, "I don't think they're in there…"

Ana growled, "They're in bloody jail! We gotta get some money!"

"Jail?" Bianca repeated, "What for?"

"Nathan punched Jack…" Bianca's eyes widened as Ana left and she shortly followed her. "Shouldn't we wait?"

"Why?"

"Well…" she paused, would Ana Maria except this? It wouldn't hurt to suggest it… "If they work out their problems in jail, then no more out bursts will happen…"

Ana stood up straight and faced her friend, a little pink in the face, "I want Nathan off this bloomin' ship! The sooner they get out, the sooner Jack will leave him…don't you want that too?" But it didn't take longer than a minute to see that Bianca didn't want that. Ana rolled her eyes and cursed, "Unbelievable," and started to walk off again.

Bianca followed her, a step or two behind her. "He's just…got some past! Who doesn't? You always said that no pirate should delve into another's past! So if he's got secrets…then shouldn't he be able to keep them?"

Ana shook her head, "No, because I don't think they're in his past. I think they're here….now. And it's bloody important to everyone on this ship."

"What makes you think that?"

"Jack's eyes told me."

Bianca paused, "I still think we should wait…"

Ana rolled her eyes, "You might get your wish…we don't seem to have any money…"

Bianca put on a smile, "C'mon! Don't you think Jack will think of a way to get out without us? And he might even leave Nathan there…"

Ana eyed her, knowing full well what Jack was capable of. She sighed and nodded slightly. Bianca nodded as a response and the two of them went to tell the crew members to stop searching; Jack could take care of himself.

Night fell upon the little island and the colors of the sunset faded slowly into the light of the moon. James sighed once again over what he had done that day. And now that his temper had a chance to cool down, he had a chance to evaluate everything that had happened.

He had been mad, that was a given, but never in his life had had punched a man that he wasn't fighting with. And now that James thought about it, the more he realized his mistake. Jack was a pirate, if anyone found out what had happened and how Jack hit him back, that's all that would be seen, because Jack was a pirate.

I thought Jack was scum…

So did I.

But the past few days had proved Jack to be better than scum. Jack trusting Norrington to take command of his ship with Jonathan was across the way, when Norrington was drunk and took him back to his cabin and when Jack left Tortuga a day early just to save the Governor sooner. Jack had proved himself to James without even knowing it.

The Commodore turned his head and looked at Jack. They were in the same position: sitting on their cots, leaning against the wall. He took in a deep breath and decided to be the bigger man in this, even though he had a feeling Jack was going to dwindle him down to a size of a peanut.

"What I did was stupid…and taken a little overboard…I apologize."

Jack didn't move a single muscle and kept his already closed eyes closed. "Am I supposed to say the same thing? 'Cause I'm not gonna."

"No…I'm just saying…I don't feel good about what I did…"

Jack didn't respond.

"And it was foolish of me to do that…considering how much trouble you could get into if anyone found out…"

Jack shrugged, "You think yer the only officer I've punched?"

James looked down, "So?"

Jack sighed and opened his eyes, "I must say, I never knew Commodore's could fight well…"

"You're not gonna stab me or shoot me?"

Jack smirked slightly. "No one's ever apologized for something they've done to me…that I most likely deserved. I dunno what t' tell you Commodore."

"I don't think you need to say anything."

Jack shook his head slightly, never had he imagined this would go on between him and a commodore. "Well I can say one thing- yer different from what I thought."

James smiled, "I hope you mean that in a good way."

"Aye."

Never had Ana Maria had such a hard time going to bed. The bed just never seemed comfortable enough. She kept turning and tossing and rolling over and grunting that Bianca finally threw a shoe at her and told her to get out.

She knew the cause but didn't really want to admit it. Not even to herself. Though as she stood in back of the jail, the answer seemed to have already admitted itself.

Why are you here?

I need some bloody sleep!

And talking to Jack is supposed to help that?

Ana took in a deep breath and refused to answer herself. With one quick hoist she grabbed onto the ledge of the window and looked in. Jack was there, sleeping on a cot and in the cell next to him was Nathan. She looked around and when seeing no guards, jumped down. She sighed and looked around outside. She spotted a little wooden crate and grabbed it. She then lined it up against the wall and stood on it, hoping it would help her along.

She then hoisted herself up once again and began to fit herself through the bars of the jail. She was doing fine after her head, but then her chest got in the way. She carefully fit her upper body through but then the hips were just too much. The window was too short. Of course she was amazed this much had fit through, but she had hoped her hips were wider than her shoulders.

She was wrong.

So as Ana laid on the ledge with her lower body sticking out one end of the building and her upper half sticking through the other half, she thought about her options. One seemed obvious. "Jack!" She whispered harshly and then looked around, making sure no one was around. "Jack!" she said again.

Jack moaned once and rolled onto his back. Ana pursed her lips and reached for his nose. She got a good grip on it and then pulled up. He yelped and quickly opened his eyes, pausing, wondering what the heck was going on. "What the…"

Ana merely smiled and said, "I got stuck."

"What the blast are you even doin' here?!" he whispered loudly, standing up and looking at her position.

She frowned and said, "Well fine!" and started to back out until she found out how hard that was. Her eyes widened and she tried moving either way, but she made no movement whatsoever.

Jack smirked, "What are you doing here?"

Ana sighed and put her hands on the ledge and lifted herself up a little, hurting from laying on the hard stone ledge. "I came to see you and see what's going on. Have they told you when you get out?"

He shook his head, crossing his arms, "Nothing."

She paused, looking him over, "You look awful…looks like I under estimated Nathan."

Jack shook his head, trying to forget about his injuries that were still bothering him, "Anything else?"

And looked at the ground, not wanting to say the true reason, but finding part of the truth coming out, "I couldn't sleep…until I knew how you were." She looked up, hoping to get some sort of serious response.

Jack did nothing but look at her with a look she had seen many times. The look seemed thoughtful and caring, but she couldn't imagine he meant it like that. "I'm glad you came…even if you are stuck in a wall."

She smiled and tried again to move, "Is there something that needs t' be done that can't if I'm in this wall?"

Jack didn't answer that but put his hands on her waist saying, "Turn on yer side luv,"

"That's how I came in…I can't get them through, my bloody hips are too wide."

He sighed and said, "Just try." She sighed as well but did it anyways. Jack lifted her up and out as well, hoping he wasn't scraping any of her body. A couple moments later Ana finally was free and on level ground. It took Jack a couple seconds to take his hands off her hips, but he did and she then felt sick to her stomach.

"Now tell me the real reason…" Jack said in a low, deep voice.

Ana looked up, "I told you," she said, just as quietly, "I came to see how you were…"

"You weren't sleeping?"

She looked down and shrugged, "It always takes a while to fall asleep…"

Jack sighed and lifted her chin with his finger, "No ones watching…"

"You are…"

A moment seemed like forever as they stood there looking at each other's eyes and studying them, Finally Ana back up and said, "I should've just swallowed it."

Jack shook his head and followed her, "I'm glad you came…" When they both were back up against the wall and their faces only inches away, Jack started to move closer, whispering, "I missed you…" and their lips were so close to touching…

They heard Norrington roll over on his cot and make the squeaky noise. Ana backed away one step and said, "I should go…" quietly.

"You could stay…" Jack said back.

She shook her head, "You know as well as I do…Captain…that I should leave."

Jack instantly wished she wouldn't have said his title. Now he knew what she was getting at. He refused to nod, disagreeing with her and hoping there could be a time when they could talk, but just moved out of the way so she could climb back up through the window.

"Help me, would you?" She asked, trying to get off the subject quickly. He nodded and held out his hands so she could step on them to help lift her up. She did and quickly got her upper half through the window. Once again Jack had to make sure her hips made it through and she was finally safely on the other side.

She stepped on the little crate and stuck her face over the ledge, "I'll come by later tomorrow."

He nodded, "I'll be here…" She nodded and her hand through the bars. He grabbed it and they shook slightly. She moved down and didn't remove her hand from his until it was necessary, and then she left.

Jack never really got back to sleep after Ana Maria left, so when the morning light came and Norrington was still sleeping, Jack wasn't surprised. About an hour later he heard activity going on above him and then about another hour later Jack heard the familiar sound of footsteps descending the stairs. When Amethyst Rainey's face appeared, Jack was a little surprised.

"What are you doin' here?"

"T' talk t' you!" She glanced at the sleeping Commodore and then said, "I thought you might like to talk…"

Jack sighed, "And where is dear Theodore?"

Amy smirked, "Ted is somewhere close…"

"How close?"

"Jamaica. But that's all yer getting!"

Jack tried to hide his surprise. I bet he's in Port Royal. Why didn't I ever see him there? "Really…" Jack went on, "Big job?"

"Amy eyes him, "Somewhat. Going after two people now. But one of them isn't anywhere to be found…the other one, well he's kept under close guard."

"Got word from him?"

Amy nodded, "Now- you keep your friend out of my business. He had no right! Especially since I don't know his intentions."

Jack nodded a non-committal, but had to asked once more thing, just hoping Amy would answer. "You know when Ted strikes?"

Amy smiled but back up towards the stairs. "I expect to see my money the minute you get out. And I have on good authority that's gonna be around sundown t'night."

Not telling James about the visit of Amy, but telling him when they were getting out, James was in a slightly better mood. That afternoon after a boring breakfast, Jack watched as Norrington fingered his black eye, trying to discern if it was still black. As if his fingers could tell. "We match…"

James smiled, "I suppose we do… But these eyes will fade. Unlike other things."

Jack looked down immediately, catching Norrington's meaning and looked at his hand where a scar still stood. Where he sliced his hand for the medallion to have blood on it.

"I don't think Will's has healed either."

"It should've…" Jack said absent mindedly, running his finger over the scar, "He takes more care of himself than I do…"

"But he works in a smithy…" Jack only nodded, not seeing a point on carrying on the conversation. "Why don't you just admit it?"

Jack turned to Norrington in the cell next to him and gave him a questioning look, "Admit what?"

James had gotten sick of tact and given up being cautious around the pirate captain. It was time to be obvious with something that had been plaguing him since they had left Port Royal. He turned and looked at Jack, "Admit that you came to Port Royal to see the Turners."

Jack growled under his breath and turned away, "I'm not sure who or what gave you that impression or gave you the idea that the Turners and I even have a relationship…'cause I didn't an' we don't."

Norrington still wasn't satisfied nor convinced. He shook his head, "My own eyes gave me that impression, Captain."

Jack sighed, "Then you're blind. The first thing Elizabeth ever said to me was 'You're despicable' and then the second thing was 'wretch'. Do these sound like terms of endearment to you?"

James shrugged, "You two spent a day alone on an island, didn't you? You're good-bye to either of them seemed…not right but anything but hostile."

"Looks are deceiving, Commodore. I'm a pirate. Pirates don't 'go visit' people. Especially people who wouldn't care if they were dead."

James was temporarily stunned, "What about in the fort? They both rushed over there to see you!"

Jack merely got up and started to pace his cell, not finding any words to tell James. Norrington shook his head in disbelief, "You don't think them snobbish, do you?"

Still, there was no answer.

James stood up and leaned against the bars that separated them, "Jack…Will thinks-"

"Stop!" Jack said sharply, "I don't care what Will thinks or what Elizabeth thinks! I did the lifesaving thing a couple of times and I lied and schemed! That was the extent of our friendship! And despite what you or anyone else things, just because we were on one bloody adventure doesn't mean we're blood brothers! Savvy?!"

James paused, thinking momentarily about Jack's reaction, but finally he nodded, "Savvy."

Author Thanks:

Kettch-22: Well I guess you could call this chapter a "step in the right direction" for Jack and Ana…I hope you like it.

Rose Noire le Mort: erm…I have a feeling your name as something to do with Secret Window…but what does it mean? I don't understand and it's been eating at me! OH WOW! Yes, that would not be good….I'm not really in favor of…well same sex things…yea. I'm glad you re-read it though.

Emma436: Good! I was hoping the brawl would be amusing…and it was! Awesome. And yea…Well Jack…he's a shifty character! Who knows what he's doing or what he's planning! Except me…

PiratePrincess91: awesome feedback. Yea…explaining…well you'll know how Norrington feels about that in the next chapter…I do believe…but yea. Bianca and him need to end on a good note.

Dawnie-7: DRAMA! What else? That's the only way I know how to keep a story alive! Eek! That sounds bad, huh? Oh well. A little eunuch! Lol! That's awesome. Erm, Amy and Jack stuff will be in the next chapter…so I hope you're surprised!