Ok, everyone. I just reread my last chappy, and man did I suck at all the speling(joke, I know how to spell spelling.) Please please please excuse me for my deformities and my computer. I will personally hand deliever Johnny Depp(not really, just thought Id get your atttention there) if you quess all of the quotes, song titles and such I throw your way in this next installment! I saw Moulin-Rouge-Pirate doing songs at the end of the chapter, and I liked it, so I shall do it as well, but you get to guess what song it tis! The more people guess it write, the faster I'll update, even though I update on this particular story a hell of a lot. Tah.

Chapter eleven: I Would Be Your Slave

I rumaged through all of my things in mine and Jacks room, but I still couldn't find my locket. I had been given back all of my things when I left the jail a week ago, and I rememberd putting my locket in the jewelry case under the bed.

"Jack! If yer not busy, I need you!" I called out the door. I waited for five minutes before Jack came striding in.

"Yes, love?" He asked, and put an arm over my shoulder.

"Someones in a good mood." I snorted.

"Someone has to be." He taunted back. I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry to put a damper on your dapper, hon, but have you seen my locket? I can't find it anwhere!" He furrowed his brow.

"Can't say that I have. Did you look in your bag?"

"Yes, I ave looked everywhere. And I would just perish if I lose it. It was the last thing my father gave me, other than his ship and title."

Jack looked at me weird, then called down the stairs:

"Mistress Maggie? Can you come up here please?" She ran up the stairs, and stood before us.

I didn't like this maid. Her dresses were always so low cut, that you could see a LOT of cleavage. She was slow when carying out an order from me, but she would hasten all to do something Jack would just slur at her. She stoped infront of us. She curtsied to Jack, but barely nodded to me. I started to get even more mad. Jack handled it though.

"Mistress Maggie, have you seen Mrs. Sparrows golden locket?" He asked, circling her. "The one that goes just below the neckline, and has a very uniquie and distinquishable chain?"

"No, sir." She said. I saw that she turned red. Thats when I glanced it. A chain around her neck that hadn't been there before. The one that was a very expensive box chain, that hardly any maid could afford. I ran forward and ripped it off of her neck.

"Thats mine!" She cried out, and I held up my locket in front of her face.

"Yes, I just assume that on the back, it says, "I will always love you, Maggie?", No that doesn't sound right. It says Bonnie on here. Is your name Bonnie?" I asked her calmly.

"I...I.." She stammerd.

"WHY DID YOU STEAL IT?" I shrieked at her. She coward at my voice.

"Whats going on?" Swann asked from the doorway. "Why are you yelling at my maid?" He demanded.

"I am screaming at that no good robbing Maggie Mae, because she STOLE my locket that MY FATHER gave me BEFORE HE DIED!" I shouted the last words right at her. Swann sighed.

"Maggie. I am afraid I shall have to dismiss you. If you create any trouble again, I will have you thrown in jail." She walked out of the room, head down. Swann followed her out the door.

"Ye still got it in ya!" Jack said, after they all left.

"Huh?" I asked stupidly.

"Did you see how scared that twit was?" He laughed. It dawned on me. I hadn't acted like that since I lost my ship. I reffered to that voice as my "Captains Voice." I didn't even know I was using it.

"Oh yeah." I herd a knock on the door.

"Yes?" I called out. The Ice Cream poked his head in.

"Norrington!" Jack said, shocked.

"Norrington!" I cried with just the same amount of shock in my voice. This was the guy Jack told me about! "What do you want?" I asked harshly.

"Just seeing what all of the ruckas was." He said, shruging his shoulders.

"Can you describe this ruckas?" Jack asked in an odd voice. Just as Norrington opened his mouth to say something, Jack slammed the door in his face. "I really hate that man," He said. I smiled at him.

"You know, I really think" Bubt I never knew what Jack was going to say because we herd a loud pounding on the font door.

"Cavarly men?" I asked as we ran down the steps, two at a time.

It wasn't any men come to get us because we were mean to Norrington. It was Rob.

"Miss. Bonnie!" He gasped, lunging himself into the room. I stepped back to avoid collision.

"Who is this man?" Swann asked, apalled by the sight of him. Now, you see...Rob had this odd hair do.(a/n:In the 1970's it would be known as the Bowielett. A David Bowie Mullett were only the top was cut short, not the sides.) were it was long on the sides yet short just atop. His clothes were very rinkled and looked like they had stains on them, when they were usually very clean.

"What the blazes is wrong with you?" Jack asked coming behind me.

"My...my...my wife!" He gasped between breaths. I looked over at Jack. Rob had met up with his wife as soon as we hit the docks. She was quite pregnant, because the night before he left...well, its not in my place to say, now is it?

"Whats wrong?" Elizabeth asked, coming down the stairs, an odd look to her face.

"My wife is giving birth!" Rob finally busted out. Swann turned red a bit and walked out.

"Well then why the hell are you here and not at a midwifes?" Will asked.

"What? Oh, bloody hell." He ran right back out of the house.

"Thats not very nice." I said to where he was standing. Everyone laughed.

"Im going to take a bath, my stomach hurts." Liz complained. She had a drawn look about her face, but I didn't see any reason to press the matter. It was odd that she was not with us when we had dinner that night. She was usually there in her chair, laughing and being her bubbly self. I sat at the table, head rested on my fist thinking over the last few days. She hadn't been herself. Just dissapearing whenever, and not giving any reason why. She took about a million naps a day, always complaining about being tired. She wasn't even that far a long as it were...Then it dawned on me. But before I could open my mention it, there was a loud thud over head. We as a group looked up. Followed by that was a small womans cry. Will, Swann, and the butler shot up and ran. Jack followed, and I was the last one out the door. I ran up the steps, damning the dinner dress I had because it was slowing me down. I got to Elizabeths room, and heard crying. But Jack and the butler were blocking my way.

"Let me through!" I demanded, pounding on their backs. Jack tried to keep me from the room, but I managed to evade his grasp and run in.
I stopped dead. Elizabeth was laying on the floor in a pool of blood. It was the baby.

I turned on my heel and ran back out, down the stairs and out the door. I ran yelling through the streets until I came to a small shanty with a sign over head that read "Midwife/Housecalls". I pouned on the door. No one answered. I knocked forever and was about to kick it down when it swung open.

"What? I was eatin my suppar." A gray woman said, sizing me up.

"You must come quickly." I grabbed her and tried to drag her along the streets. She was pretty stong for a woman of her age.

"Hold up there you. Whas tha matta?"

"Elizabeth Swann's baby is coming early! Too early! She is only a few months along." I cried out, frustrated that she was taking so long.

"Swann? The gov'ners daughter?" I nodded. She started running and I had to really work it to keep up.

x

Will stood outside their room, head in hands. Swann was pacing, and Jack sat there with his third bottle of wiskey(there was no rum.) in his lap. I couldn't help it. I needed to do something. I started to straighten up the hall way thigns. And was about to dust off a nick-nack, when Jack caught my skirt.

"They've maids to do that." He slurred. He was becoming drunk.

"I have to do something!" I wispered to him.

"To what point and pourpose, Missy? Cleaning is not going to help her, and yer putting a maid out of a job." I slapped at his hand that was still attached to my skirt. He didn't let go, but yanked it so I landed in his lap. We sat there a moment, but the midwife came out of the room. She wiped her hands on her ragged gown, and sighed.

"She lives," She said to Will who nearly knocked her over when he jumped up. "But the baby didn't. Your lucky you got me in time," she said to me, I nodded. "If you had'nt, it would have most likely killed her, or at the least, she wouldn't be able to have any more babes. BUT. I did save her, so you will be hearing pitter patter of little feet soon enough." She patted Wills arm, and left. Will ran into the room, followed by Swann. Knowing that she would be there in the morning, I went into Jacks and my room. He followed me.

"Tha's it!" He delcared as I sat down.

"Whats it?"

"Your not to do anything taxing, ya hear me?" He pointed a waving finger at me.

"Sit down before you fall down." I said in the same tone, and pushed him on the bed. He sighed.

"I don't wan this ta appen to us." He said. He was really slurring around his words now.

"It's not going to." I said, but the only reply I got was a soft snore.

(a/n: theres taht chappy. Now dont get mad at me about Elizabeth...I just thought it would be better if she lost her baby, not Bonnie, so dont fly at me in a rage. Reveiw!')

Remember when somebody

Tried to tell you how to walk

And now they got the balls

To tell us how we should talk

Oh no, glove love ain't cool

I must agree

So get outta my face

You ain't got nothing on me

Some say they do

Some say they don't

I take it in stride

And I can never get enough

If I don't got to swallow my pride

I heard it all before and then

She told me "gimme some slack"

Then she smiled at me and gave me

The shirt right off her back

And that's when I took advantage of the situation

(Chorus)

Don't stop

Rockin' your socks off

Don't stop

Knockin' their blocks off

Don't stop

Gettin' your rocks off

Don't stop

Takin' a hit, boy

Don't stop

Shakin' your fist, boy

Don't stop

I ain't got much to lose

I'm feelin' so confused

There's such a small thin line

Between pleasure and pain

And when you say don't

Then it's don't stop

I got to complain

Yeah, I think I may be getting

Real tired of all the steam

Because it's hard to get the way

You move out of my dreams

Got to get it while you can

Whenever you're in doubt

You got to whip it out

When you keep hearin' no

And your body says yes

But you can't hear a word

That's been said

But you gotta confess

Looking up her address

Got you thinkin' with your other head

(Chorus)