A/N: Thanks to the reviewers. The reviews mean a lot to me. In this chapter, I'm going to add different parts of view from the characters that everyone knows, so be prepared.

Disclaimer: I own nothing that is related to Pirates of the Caribbean....I might someday...hehe

The Siren's Song

Chapter 4 :Plotting and Forgiving

Alex walked around the deck of her new ship. Her new crew was bustling around. They knew the ropes of the ship and could work it best. Jack's old crew had agreed to be part of hers if Jack wasnt' harmed or killed. And so it was, she didn't want to kill him. There were too many questions that needed answering, for her part. And she needed to get the location of that treasure. Jack would know the place if the stories were true. But she had other things to worry about.

Commodore Norrington was giving her some trouble about his ship. She didn't want to hear another word about how the king would have a few words to say to her.

"I better do something about that now," she mumbled to herself. Her own crew was more trustworthy than the crew of the Black Pearl, so she would just have to call one of her girls to do the deed.

"Emma!" Alex called to the other ship, still hooked to the Pearl. Emma responded promptly, walking over the plank to get to Alex.

"Aye, ma'am. What d' ye need?"

"Get the Commodore ready to be marooned," she smiled. No more complaining Commodore, "A pistol, one shot. The usual. But first, take 'im to the Brig of the Pearl. I'll send someone down when it's ready."

Emma nodded with glee, "Aye, aye, Captain!"

She was almost skipping as she left to the other ship to do as she ordered.

Finally! Mr. complain-about-everything was leaving, for good! No use having him around, so let him 'free'. Satisfied, Alex went to explore her new cabin. She went inside the wooden doors and found herself in an elaborately decorated cabin. It was almost fit for a king.

The wood looked as if it was naturally black, and there were carvings fo mermaids near the windows and on the bookcases. It was no wonder that Jack wanted to stay on his ship.

Sunlight made the dark room a little brighter than it usually was. She traced the ray of sunlight from the window and saw a glittering lock on a cabinet.

She wondered what was inside it, but more importantly, how she was going to get the key. She knew Jack had it, but she wasn't like the other pirates that would kill or maim to get what they wanted. If she could persuade someone to get what she wanted then she would do so, threatening with a pistol if she must. Alex would use that technique on Jack for the keys, and her many questions that needed answering. She pondered her plan as she made herself comfortable in a chair and put her feet on the desk.

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Commodore James Norrington was sitting against the side of the ship in his caged cell. Despite the quietness of the guard, the room was not silent.

"...Oh, come off it, Emma. This place is too cold and dark for the Commodore of the British Navy. I mean look at the state of this place. It's for well deserving prisoners," Norrington could only think of complaints. "Ech! This bread is horrible. Now, I know you've got better in the galley."

Emma was staring blankly at the wall, trying to block out his voice. The captain just had to send someone down to tell her if the other brig was ready...but then again, she didn't want to hear another word.

"Jim! Shut up, will ye?!" She stood up to fetch the keys.

"Well, I never have been addressed so rudely!"

She grabbed her pistol and pointed it at him, "One more word..."

He was silent as she unlocked the cell and cuffed him, pushing him pu the stairs with the nose of her gun.

James felt a breeze of fresh air as he reached the top and stopped to take a breath. He was soon pushed along, however, across the plank that joined the two ships and shoved down below the Black Pearl's deck. he was guided until they came to a door at the very bottom of the staircases.

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Jack Sparrow had just made up another rum song as he sat staring at the walls of the Pearl. He couldn't drown his sorrows, but he certainly could think of something else instead of his problems. He was making up the third stanza when he saw the door open of the brig.

A man with cuffed hands entered in that Jack didn't recognize and a lovely lady. But she had a look that she didn't want to be messed with, the gun pointing at the man's back, and all. The man looked scared as a rat. Jack took another look at the man and noticed that he seemed to resemble someone that he once knew. Commodore Norrington, without his wig or coat.

"Stripped of his pride," thought Jack.

The woman took Norrington in the adjoining cell, removing the irons and locking him in. Norrington stood waiting until she left them, closing the door behind her.

James looked at Jack and whispered pointing to the door, " She's the devil, that one is. She almost shot me because of my comments of my situation."

James lookied harder at Jack and realized who he had been talking to, "Well, well, well. It lookies like were both in trouble. Jack Sparrow, is it?"

Jack tried to swallow his annoyance, "Captain."

"Was this your ship, Captain?" James smirked through the bars and sat, leaning against the wall.

"It is my ship, Commodore, just temporarily taken out of my hands, "Jack was not happy having him in the same brig.

"Where's your ship? Wait, I don't need to ask. Captured by a woman's crew and renamed The Siren's Song. Am I right?"

James was not good natured at the moment and did not take the comment lightly. he didn't want to continue the argument any longer either.

"Mr. Sparrow," Norrington said, hearing 'Captain' from Jack's side of the room. "Captain. I don't know how long we are going to be prisoners together, but if it happens to be a very long time I wouldn't want to be arguing all the way to Tortuga and back."

Jack smiled at the mention of Tortuga. He didn't know what the Commodore was up to, but thought a little truce wouldn't hurt.

"Commodore, I thought you didn't trust pirates."

Norrington thought about all the encounters that he had with pirates. None of which, he truly desired to have again.

"My situation of this moment doesn't allow me to class anyone. I just wish on agreement so we may keep our lives in the Brig and not to make unscrupulous comments about each other. Agreed?" He put his hand through the bars.

Jack looked at the hand offered. It wouldn't hurt if he made the small truce. They would both go back to their normal lives after they escaped, "I will only agree if comments would not be made of possessions, savvy? No more comments of the Pearl or Dauntless. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

"Alright then. I have a rum song I want to teach ye."

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William Turner was in Port Royal, walking up the street that lead to the Governor's household. He was going to visit the Governor's daughter, Elizabeth Swann, his one true love. Will whistled a tune, making his way up the drive and knocked on the door. The Governor's butler answered and took in who the young man was standing at the door.

He had his dark hair hanging loosely to his shoulders.. He wore a vest with a regular shirt and breeches. The only thing that didn't look like a commoner was the cape that he had on his shoulders and his hat.

Will noticed the butler's look.

"You must be new," Will held out his hand. "I'm William Turner. I'm engaged to be married to Miss Elizabeth Swann."

The butler took his hand and shook it, "Yes I am new, sir. I'm sure Miss Swan would like to see you. Please wait in the parlor."

The butler motioned to Will's right and walked off.

Will took off his plumed hat and made his way to the parlor, walking slowly to see all the changes they had made to the house after the pirates had almost demolished it. It looked as if they had a new collection of vases and paintings. He noticed a cleaned up spot next to a candlestick on the wall.

"Someone has finally fixed that candlestick," Will thought.

Smiling about the silly incident, he found himself in the parlor and paced in front of a couch waiting for Elizabeth.

A/N: How is it? Does it deserve a review? Did I mess up a character?Jack? Will?Should my OCs be tweaked a bit? I can't give you cookies, but I can give you my thanks for helping my story along. :)