(A/N) This is it till Monday…or maybe Sunday…not sure. Just like to say Good Luck to Johnny at the Golden Globes this Sunday, I had a dream he won the Oscar…usually my premonitions are true. Also Good Luck to the New England Patriots, my home town team! Sorry Colts fans, we are going to have to cream you! Go #12! (So hottttt…)

DISCLAIMER: I SO DO NOT OWN POTC!

"Here, this is the Captain's own private bathroom, keep it clean!" The pirate then slammed the door.

"Well, that be the day, a pirate tell me to keep something clean." Elizabeth said aloud. The room was small, but the fact alone that it was a separate room surprised Elizabeth. It had a bathtub and vanity, on the vanity Elizabeth noticed there was a grooming kit, with a family crest on it. 'He is English, through and through.' Elizabeth thought to herself. Now she was searching for something she could pick the lock with…she opened and closed doors, and found a few pins, that would have to do, there was nothing else. Just as she stuffed the pins in her pocket, the door opened wide and Taylor stood in the doorway.

"I am glad to see you changed you mind."

"Well, you are a powerful man…I like that in my men." Elizabeth said going closer to him.

"Well, then I am your man…but what about Sparrow?" He said looking into her big hazel eyes.

"What about him? I have gotten my use of him. I could learn so much from you."

"That's right…come here." He then grabbed her hand and took her to his desk, and took out some paperwork.

"Look at these…" Elizabeth looked at what looked like an official offer from the English government. Elizabeth read it twice realizing what it was, it was a reward for her safe return, 'twenty thousand shillings for her safe return to her father and fiancé', that high of a bounty would have anyone trying to find her.

"You see…to hell with pirating, if I find this girl, I will be well on my way, I could retire off that!" He said slamming his fist on the desk.

"So, do you have an idea where she might be?" Elizabeth asked.

"No, all I know her name is Elizabeth Swann, and that she is the governor's daughter…she vanished four months ago, no trace of her was found…Hey…come to think of it your name is Elizabeth, and you look like a posh English woman…what is your last name?"

"Oh please, my last name is Turner…I grew up in England…the Swann's lovely people I have heard…the wife and daughter kind sweet ladies…the husband a bit out of his bonkers."

"Oh, well, since you know so much of them…why not come to Port Royal and ask some questions for me…they would answer a lady rather than meself."

Elizabeth's palms started to sweat, "I'd rather not."

"Why?" He then put his hand behind the small of her back, pulling her closer to him.

"Not fond of Port Royal…" He then slapped her across the face.

"Do you think I am stupid? Why do you think I followed Jack around? I knew he had you…Elizabeth Swann of Port Royal…I will collect your reward as well as the one that is on Jack's head! I am not an imbecile like Sparrow!" He then grabbed her by the back of her neck and marched her downstairs. When Jack heard all of the commotion he stood up waiting to see what was happening. Taylor was dragging Elizabeth down the stairs and threw her in the cell.

"Three weeks till Port Royal…"

"Go to hell you bastard!" Elizabeth shouted back. Taylor then left the brig.

"What the hell happened up there?" Jack asked her.

"You don't want to know…" Elizabeth said as she sat down rubbing her neck.

"Yes I do." Jack sat down next to her.

"There is a reward for my safe return, twenty thousand shillings…he is going to Port Royal to return me and collect the reward as well…as well as collect your bounty."

"Did he hurt you?" Jack said as he took her chin in his hands and looked at her bruised cheek.

"No, not too badly. Jack I can't go back there. I'd be married off to James and I don't want that."

"Ye think you got problems…I'll be hung by my neck…Did you find anything?" Elizabeth then reached in her pocket and pulled out a pin.

"Yes."

"Good, at daybreak we make our escape."

"But Jack, were in the middle of the ocean…what if there are no spare islands around?"

"Three weeks…we are near a small chain of them, by my guess…if not we get caught and get thrown back in our cell…he isn't going to hurt us…"

"True."