A/N; Thank you all for the wonderful reviews. Sorry about the next scene, I'm not that great at action scenes.

The velvet of the midnight sky enveloped Tudor as she stealthily crept down the worn path from the trellis under her balcony at the governor's house to the old stone wall that she scaled intrepidly.
Tudor had got her sign, but it was up to Sparrow to figure out what to do. She had her own ideas, but she recognized that Sparrow was smarter then he looked or acted. Now she had to talk to him about the plan.
Her dark cloak rested on her shoulders, blending into the night as she tread through the darkened alleyways, avoiding any place she might be seen, and slowly made her way to the docks.
The Black Pearl could hardly be made out from the inky sky and obsidian like water. She silently crept to the gangplank, looking around for someone, anyone, but no one was around, not even the night watch.
Tudor was immediately on her guard, her pistol drawn. She slowly pulled the cock as she turned, but before completed her circle, the gun was knocked from her hand, and she toppled over onto the deck after a blow to the chin.
She quickly drew her sword, and felt it clash against another, the sound ringing out through the otherwise silent night. The clinking of metal and pounding footsteps continued between the two opponents shrouded in darkness.
Tudor circled skillfully as she parried every blow the unseen assailant threw at her, her adrenaline pounding in her ears. A parry and a thrust, she was tiring but her adrenaline and her pride would not allow her to let up.
"Get off my ship, you bloody scamp!" hollered the unseen swordsman.
A foot jolted into Tudor's feet, unfairly tripping her, but she quickly somersaulted and sprang to her feet, deflecting yet another onslaught from the attacker. "Who said it was your bloody ship you bastard!" She yelled as she pressed forward going on the offensive. "Where's the captain and the crew, scum?!" She roared.
"Why do ye care so much, taking inventory of what ye can steal?" he was holding his ground well, but Tudor could tell that he was beginning to tire as well. Something told her this man was probably as stubborn as she and the fight could go on for some time. The moon peeked out from the clouds, and she caught the gleaming blade swinging her direction in the nick of time.
"If this is the best you've got . . ." She growled, and pushed her opponent away from her. "Then your in a sorry state, I've been up against ten times as better fighters then you on the continent!" She sneered as she lunged at him.
A strong ocean breeze came up and blew the hood of her cloak back off her head. Her shinning tresses spilled down as the full moon was completely uncovered and she was exposed to the look of shock on Jack's face. "Wha...?" His utterance of surprise was quickly followed by a guttural moan as Tudor thrust her knee into his groin, then, still rushing on adrenaline, leapt over Jack's stooping, pained stance, and pulled a 4 ½ inch blade from some mysterious local, and held it to his neck, then froze as his identity registered in her mind.
"Jack, you scared the shit out of me!"
Another gasp of pain, "Likewise, Miss Smith" he hissed through clenched teeth, "Now since ye're on my ship do ye think ye could allow me to get up?"
She nodded and winced when she realised her jaw ached. "Sorry, I thought that some dock scum had taken the ship." She said as she sank down slowly and leaned against the ship's rail, pale and exhausted and panting for breath. She winced as she lifted her palm to her lip.
He exhaled slowly as he settled himself beside her he looked over to see her pawing her lip, "What's this then?" he said reaching out to her face. She jerked away as his thumb touched her split lower lip. Her face distorted with pain at his touch and then surprise when she noticed his hovering hand so near her face. Jack looked for a moment at her bloody mouth then began fishing in his coat for something. He brought out a handkerchief that was surprisingly clean for having been on his person.
"Hold still now," He directed as he dabbed at her chin, being as gentle as he could. He found an area of the handkerchief that was un- bloodied and pressed it to the swelling area of her lip where blood flowed freely and directed her hand to hold it in place. "That should do it." He said, for once without an air of satisfactions, he had, after all, been the cause of her pain.
She winced again and nodded her thanks, too tired to speak. "I didn't hurt you too badly with – um, the kick did I?" She asked from behind the hankie as she shifted and settled on the floor more comfortably.
Jack adjusted his position so that he could face her and be comfortable. As he settled himself she could hear a low growl from the back of his throat. "Oh, fine, love. Never better." He gave a short intake of breath. "Nothing I haven't survived before." He gave her a grin to punctuate his words. "So Miss Smith, what brings ye in at this advanced hour? Surely Will hasn't put anymore demands upon you. He can't pay you much more without pulling out his teeth and selling them." He made an attempt at light-heartedness and waited for an explanation for the strange situation they'd found themselves in.
She shook her head distractedly, not being able to laugh. "No, no – no." She sighed wearily then tried to lift her head to look into his face. "I've come to tell you . . . that I got my sign – I mean . . ." A note of exhaustion never before heard in her voice appeared. "I mean, the opportunity presented itself . . ." She started again, then paused to gather her thoughts. "Elizabeth wants to see . . ." Her sentence trailed and her head lolled onto Jack's shoulder, dropping the hankie at her lip.
Jack looked down at her sleeping face and a strange expression crossed his features. He picked up the discarded handkerchief and carefully pressed it to her mouth once more. Whatever she'd been attempting to communicate to him could surely wait until morning. For now, he'd let her rest. He reached inside his coat pocket and produced a small container of rum, then glanced surreptitiously at his slumbering companion and took a swig. "This night may not be so bad after all." He chuckled to himself.