A/N: Sorry I'm so late getting this posted, but I lost my notebook, then I lost my floppy and then I forgot about this story. I'm sorry!!! For going on and reading this chapter and not disowning me for being so late, you get an ice sculpture of your favorite POTC character (in life-like colors and size!!!) Stuff in italics is the medallion (or other inanimate objects or the other person in my head) talking.

Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or anything related to it. Although, in this story I DO own myself and my thoughts. Thoughts are in /…/

Chapter 2: I Meet CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow

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A light ocean breeze played over my face, reminding me of how hard it was becoming to breathe. The pirate medallion weighed heavy on its chain, almost as though it wanted to return to the ocean. /Behave/ I silently ordered the cursed gold. But whyyy??? The sentient gold whined. /Because if you don't, I'll have you melted down and recast as a chamber pot/ I viciously thought at it. Eeep!

The Commodore was prattling on about his promotion and how he needed to 'achieve' a 'marriage to a fine young woman.' /Dude, you've got to come up with better and less blatant pickup lines/ The esteemed Commodore turned his back and I leapt out over the battlements. The wig and hat blew off on the way down to the shimmering ocean. The water looked so warm and inviting…then I hit the water, blasting the air from my lungs. Water…cold…sinking very fast…evil corset….can't breathe. The world turned black.

Sunlight…bright…wet…lightweight…person holding medallion…wood under me. I cracked open an eye and saw Captain Jack Sparrow. I turned to the side and spat up saltwater. He hadn't let go of the medallion.

"Where did you get that?" he asked.

"Well…it was given to me by evil faeries who say that I'm going to do great things for them." I say dramatically. Governor Sawnn walks up and gives me his coat to cover myself.

"Hang him," Governor Swann said, sounding like a little pansy in my opinion.

"Tell me if I'm wrong, but, am I correct in saying that you are going to murder the man who rescued me?" I asked disbelievingly.

"I believe thanks are in order," Norrington said, holding his hand out for Jack to shake. Jack looks a little leery about this but shakes the Commodore's hand anyway. Norrington shoved Jack's sleeve up, revealing a brand. Norrington then proceeded to make fun of Jack's equipment and ordered Gillette to put him in irons.

I threw the coat at him as Norrington had Gillette put Jack in irons. "Even though he did save your possible future fiancée, you're still going to kill him?"

"One good deed—" Norrington started.

"Yes, yes I know. 'One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness.' Is that what you were going to say?" I smiled at Norrington as sweetly as I could. Norrington was gaping like a fish.

"Elizabeth, what has gotten into you today? You are not yourself." Governor Swann told me.

"Well, I could tell you, but you would lock me up so I'm not going to," I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

Jack crept up behind me and got the chain around my throat and a gun to my head. "My effects, if you please." Jack said. When they hesitated, he warningly said "Commodore!" The guards brought Jack's things and handed them to me. "Elizabeth, it is Elizabeth, isn't it?"

"No, it's Raquel, but call me 'Miss Swann' anyway," I hissed at Jack as soundlessly as I could. I felt Jack nod slightly.

"Miss Swann, then, if you would be so kind." Jack turned me around, keeping the gun at my head as I put his hat on him and his belt, entertaining thoughts of punching him for the look of enjoyment on his face.

-------And that's the end of Chapter 2!!

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