A/N: I'm baaack! I've been resurrected from Davy Jones Locker at last! This was kind of a split chapter, sorry 'bout that. Also, I couldn't think of a title, so use yer imagination.

Chapter 2, Split Chapter

Jade groaned softly. She opened her eyes and raised up on one elbow, then shook her head slightly to clear it. Gazing around, her groggy brain registered a row of prison cells across from her – the row extended all the way to two distant wooden walls. Jade turned her head and looked to her right, then her left, and was surprised to see more prison cells.

'Wait a minute,' she thought. 'Where am I?' She tried to stand, but was jerked down into ankle deep water. She then noticed irons around her wrists; they were chained by a three-foot length to the wall behind her. Jadegrowled out a string of rank curses.

'I'm a prisoner. I'm a BLOODY PRISONER!' As she sat in the water trying to take in the fact, her head began to pound. She reached up and put her hand to it, trying to blot out the pain. When she drew it away, it was bloody.

'Bloody?' Then, all of a sudden, she remembered the rodeo, and everything came flooding back to her. Morgan, Jack, Will, Bud; everything. She noticed also that she was still wearing her rodeo clothes.Then she realized that apparently, when she had been knocked out, they had been transported back to the Caribbean.

'Great,' she thought dully. 'Now that I've figured that out, where am I?' She began to rack her brains as to who in the Caribbean would want her as prisoner. 'Not Jack! So he's out,' she thought. 'Maybe Morgan and Will, playing a practical joke?' Jade shook her head, dismissing the idea. It was like Morgan, but somehow she didn't think that was the answer. 'Commodore Norrington? Oh, gosh, please not him!' Jade nearly gagged at the thought of being Norrington's prisoner. Not that she was afraid of him…more like, disgusted by being the prisoner of someone so boring and proper! As far as Jade was concerned, Commodore was the cheesiest person in the world. But as far as commanding ships went, that only left one person, unless some unknown threat had come into the Caribbean since she last watched the movie! And that one person was…

"Ahh, nice to see yer' awake, Miss!"

Jade groaned; she didn't even have to turn around to know her musings had struck gold.

"Barbossa."

"What is this place? Why are we here? How'd we even get here? Where is 'Here'? Who're these dudes? What's…"

"SHUT HIM UP!" bellowed Lieutenant Gillette, hands over his ears. There was a rush on the main deck of the Dauntless as several soldiers rushed to subdue the frantic questions. There was a quick scuffle, then silence; a moment later, the men dispersed, and a bound and gagged Bud came into view. Gillette sighed and dropped his hands, then walked over to Commodore Norrington, who was leaningwith his elbows resting on the railing of the quarterdeck.

"Thank heavens…he never would have quieted otherwise. Whatwould you have us do now, sir?" Gillette questioned. Norrington frowned, carefully scrutinizing the boy and girl being held on the deck. The boy had still not calmed himself, and was thrashing madly; while the girl – Morgan, he thought he had heard a soldier say – was relaxed and gazing around, almost nonchalantly, and humming to herself. She was so unconcerned, he had noticed, that even the guards had felt it unnecessary to keep hands on her. He said to Gillette:

"Take them to my cabin…I will interrogate them shortly. Set course for Port Royal."

"Aye, sir." Gillette relayed the commands to the second lieutenant. Norrington watched the boy fighting madly against the soldiers as they hauled him off towards the captain's cabin. He smiled slightlywhen he heard Morgan say,

"Chill out, Buddy…he ain't gonna hurt us none." Norrington nearly snorted.

' "Chill out"…what kind of an expression is that?' he thought. Bud glared at the nickname "Buddy" and tried to say something through his gag. Morgan rolled her eyes and said,

"Shut up! I cain't understand a thing you're sayin', anyhow. I'll try to explain everything when we get in here...just let me handle this loafer of a Commodore." Norrington straightened slightly at that. This was going to be an interesting interrogation.