Ok I know it's been a while since I've written. I've been rather busy. But hopefully I this was worth the wait. I would like to thank Mary who has faithfully reviewed to my all my chapters. (An astounding two) And also Buddi and Laura. Make sure you all tell everyone about this story. 'Cause I really love reviews. I hope that you all enjoy it. This chapter is my favorite so far you'll see why at the end. Don't skip ahead now, it'll ruin the surprise. Ok Enjoy!!

Disclaimer: I do not own any thing related to pirates of the Caribbean. (Though I wish I did.) Any characters that you do not recognize are mine and hopefully the plot is mine. Thank you and please don't sue me.

Chapter three: Of Supplies and Dreams

It was dark in the galley. Mur and Jaimy had just lit some candles and were exploring the kitchen. Jaimy threw open a cupboard, glanced inside to see if there was any food, and then closed it when he found none. He went to the next cupboard and did the same thing, again finding no food. He sighed and looked side long at Mur.

"You know Mur we're going to need to stop for supplies if this rescue mission is going to go on."

"What? There's no food on this ship? That's just….just… not right!" Mur flung open a closet and gasped. "Who doesn't keep provisions on deck for journeys?"

"Well Carrissa doesn't actually use this ship, it's just for show really. She 'hates the ocean'. As you quite clearly heard."

The boys climbed the stairs up from the galley to the upper deck.

"Well," said Mur flashing his infamous Sparrow smile, "fortunately my dad told me about the perfect place to stop and pick up supplies.

"Really? And where, might-I-ask, would that be?"

"Why Tortuga of course!" replied Mur.

"Tortuga," said Jaimy, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, ya heard of it?"

"Naturally. Right. Tortuga it is." Said Jaimy enthusiastically.

"Just be careful," warned Mur sneakily, " Lots o'pirates on Tortuga."

"Well then, " Jaimy said, and it was his turn to flash a smile, "I'll fit right in."

In the morning, Carrissa's ship arrived at the port of Tortuga. A safe haven for pirates and a good place to go if you needed to 'disappear'. After the boys had docked the ship Jaimy looked at Mur and said, "Right. Mur you stay on the ship with Carrissa while I go and get the supplies that we…"

"What!!" Mur interrupted, "No way! She's YOUR fiancée! YOU stay on the ship with her!"

"Yeah… I don't think so," said Jaimy looking down at his feet and slowly backing towards the gangplank. " She's evil when she wakes up. Positively satanic… and she slaps!" At this Jaimy shuddered a bit. " Well," he looked up at Mur's disbelieving face; the look Mur was giving Jaimy quite plainly said How-Dare-you-leave-me-with-your-INSANE-FIANCEE! "Gotta run!" said Jaimy brightly as he ran down the gangplank before Mur could stop him.

"HEY!" cried Mur, running forward to try and stop Jaimy. "Great now what am I going to do?!" He turned away from the ship's railing and walked toward Carrissa's room

On land at the Norington household, Commodore Norington and Will Turner were calmly discussing where their children could have possibly run off to.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY WENT FOR A BOAT RIDE AND NEVER CAME BACK??!!" asked Will alarmed. (Ha ha calmly…yeah right.)

"Just what I told you! Geesh! Last night your son, Jaimy, came and told me he was taking Carrissa for a boat ride before the party to calm her nerves. I knew I should've expected something like this to happen! Carrissa Hates sailing. By the way, Jaimy, what kind of a name is that?"

"Don't get me started on names," came a voice from a nearby open window. Commodore's head snapped around to look at the speaker, his face flushed and his mouth fell open.

"YOU!!!!!" shrieked Commodore. " How did you get in here? GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"Well…what a lovely host you are." Said the man as he hopped down from the windowsill onto the floor and then strolled drunkenly over to Commodore and Will.

"Hello Jack," said Will, a smile on his still handsome face.

Jack looked over at the speaker and his eyes lit up. He went over to Will and slapped him on the back. "Will m'boy! How are ye?! It's been a while. I heard you married your bonne lass." He nudged Will in the ribs and smiled the infamous Sparrow smile. "Now Commodore," said Jack as he turned his attention to Norington. "You didn't by any chance throw my children in jail did you?" asked Jack, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"You have children?" asked Commodore.

"Yes indeed, a boy and a girl. Mur and Mercedes." Said Jack, his chest swelling with pride. "But you'll know all about Mercedes, what with your son…"

" Mercedes is your daughter? Hmmm… But Mur?" interrupted Commodore as he started laughing uncontrollably with an occasional snort of mirth.

"Alright you…" started Jack, puffing up indignantly, "I'll not have this…"

Commodore was holding his side because he was laughing so hard and wiping a tear from his eye. (whoa calm down commodore. It's not that funny)

"You obnoxious little twerp!" finished Jack. The Commodore stopped laughing.

"Are you talking to me, SIR?" he asked Jack, his temper rising.

"Why yes," said Jack, his arm in the air waving vaguely around, as he looked around the room. "It would appear that I am."

"And why would you say such a thing to me?" asked Commodore, slightly wounded.

"Because, my daughter has been kidnapped and I suspect your son." A gasp came from Will. "I knew you didn't like me but leave my family alone."

"Puh-Lease," laughed Commodore. "What motivation could I possibly have for kidnapping your daughter?"

Will, by this time, had sat down and was enjoying the accusations and gesticulations made by Jack. He was about to call the maid in and ask for some popcorn, but then the author realized that there wasn't any popcorn in the, uhh, whatever time period we're in…yeah. Sheepish grin

"Well," said Jack, "I didn't say that you kidnapped her did I? No, I suspect your son, Matt."

"And why would you suspect my son of all people?" asked Commodore crossly.

"Well," said Jack serenely, "every time Mercedes goes into town, your son watches her like I watch my bottles of rum!"

"There is no possible way that MY son likes YOUR daughter! She's…she's…" he looked around the room vaguely searching for the right word to describe Mercedes. He couldn't think of it and did a little hissy fit stomp on the ground. (Hmmm…wonder where Matt got that from. Big mystery there.)

"Are you implying that my daughter is ugly?" asked Jack quietly, as he took a menacing step forward, all drunkenness gone.

Commodore almost fell over himself in his hast to get away from Jack. He vaulted over his desk and hid behind Will. "Nnno… of course not. I would never say that. She is quite beautiful, I must admit. I wonder how that happened, with you as her father. But anyway, my son has been taught to hate all pirates."

"Well, apparently your brainwashing failed then, yeah?" said Jack in his usual airy-fairy manner as he shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe he's going through a rebellious stage…"

"But he's twenty!!" protested Commodore.

They were alone in his room on the ship. It was a cold and dark, rain lashed against the windows. The storm had come up quickly and unexpectedly and it tossed the ship violently from side to side. Each time the thunder boomed, he watched Mercedes jump

She looked across the room and admired Matt's strong appearance. She wished that he would take her in his arms, comfort her, protect her from the storm and the waves crashing upon them. She wanted that... she needed that…

The candles flickered and died. They were enveloped in a sudden thick darkness.

She screamed. The ship lurched again and she was thrown from the bed and would have hit the floor if it weren't for him. Matt raced to the bed and steadied her. She was cowering from the last jolt and shivering. He did not hesitate to pull her into his arms. He knew this was a forbidden union and expected her to pull back. Mercedes, did after all, hate Matt with a passion. He was surprised when she didn't resist, but instead clung to him.

The storm raged on, as did their growing passion, and there came a moment when each knew that they had to be together. They knew it was wrong. Their families would not understand. The had each been taught to avoid the other, to hate him or her at every cost. No Norington could ever blacken his name with a Sparrow. Matt kissed Mercedes, his hands in her hair as the lightning illuminated the sky and room in great forks. The pitch of the storm reached its height, as did their passion. They were kissing so intensely that they didn't hear the door open and someone enter the room…

Oh no, look what I've done a cliffhanger… my first, but certainly not last. Hope you enjoyed it please please review! I love reviews!! I want to know what my audience thinks… I might have to withhold chapters… lol. Please review; they make me all happy inside.