[A/N- Okay! Okay! Calls for an update are being answered. Are you happy now? Thank you for all my old faithfuls, and the new people! Hey, I love you all! Now, this is a short part to the full chapter, but, unfortunately, it's all I'll be able to finish today. But I like it, so I thought you'd appreciate it. Here we go!]

Time to go, beautiful," Jack hauled her by the now-healed wrist, nodding to the shaman as he pulled her out of the door, jamming his pistol in his sash and his hat on his head.
"Where are we going? Captain-"
The Hawk pulled into harbor midnight last night. He's already found me, love. We have to go."
She nodded, wide-eyed, running behind Jack at breakneck speed through the streets, inches behind him, when a hand grabbed at her throat, snapping the chain of her necklace. A hand clasped around her mouth just as she began to scream. Jack spun on his heel, face to face with the pistol's barrel. He cocked his own, pointing it right back.
"Thank you," his grimy fingers were all over her neck, "for taking such good care of my favorite swag."
She ripped the right sleeve of her shirt, angling her arm so her former captain could see the lost branding.
"Well," he chuckled, "we can fix that."
"Let go of her, mate," Jack had never been so serious. "Lest you plan to pay me back."
"And if I don't?" his hand went lazily down to her breast, squeezing it painfully. "It's been far too long, precious. You still have to scream for me, you know." Her eyes were ice under his touch.
Run, she mouthed at Jack, turning to face her captor. "I could use a few more months," she smiled serenely, hitting him hard in the gut with her fist. She grabbed Jack's arm as she bolted down the street, weaving to escape the bullets. Jack sent a few shots behind his shoulder, and he pulled her into an alleyway, kissing her roughly.
"Get to the ship, love. Have it ready to sail the moment I'm there."
"Be there," she forced the broken necklace into his hand, her expression unreadable. She disappeared wordlessly into the street.
He whirled out, bringing his sword to the captain's throat, only to be met by his blade.
"Now you listen, and you listen well," Jack sidestepped, circling the man. "If you lay a finger on her, you lose a hand. A kiss, your head. Anything else," he dipped his sword suggestively, "is at my discretion. Savvy?"
"You can't keep her from me forever, son," Jonathan chuckled. "But seeing as the chase is the best part, I'll let it be- for now. She is good, isn't she?" He laughed at Jack's expression, walking away. It took Jack a solid minute to put away his sword, and he left, receiving little more than a glace from the French officials that ran by him.