Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, places or ships that featured or mentioned in the original Pirates of the Caribbean but if you don't recognize something I probably created it.

Authors note: So Annie showed up last time, now she's gonna to meet the Turners.

Chapter 4

The Rescuer

It was nightfall when the search parties were called off. They had found nothing. Norrington sighed and walked up to Will and Elizabeth. Elizabeth was crying and Will's forehead was wrinkled with worry. They looked at him as he approached.

"We have had no luck finding Emma," he said, "I fear she may have been taken out of Port Royal."

Elizabeth began to cry again. Suddenly a shout came from outside the fort.

"Get in there, you piece of scum!"

A giggle came afterward. Elizabeth looked at Will.

"Emma?" they said.

They ran over to the gate, followed by Admiral Norrington, Lieutenant Gillette and a dozen or so marines.

Sam was pushed into the fort. His pusher stayed hidden in the shadows outside. Sam fell to his knees in front of Will.

"You!" said Will, recognizing Sam.

Annie stepped into the fort, pulling Emma behind her by the hand.

"Someone lose one of these?" she asked.

"Emma!" cried Elizabeth

"Mama!" shouted Emma, pulling free from Annie.

She ran up to Elizabeth who picked her up. Emma kissed Elizabeth on the cheek before she spotted Will.

"Father!" cried Emma.

Elizabeth handed Emma over to Will. Sam tried to sneak away but Annie pointed a pistol at his head.

"Mama, Father this is Annie," said Emma, "She rescued me."

Will and Elizabeth looked at Annie, who smiled nervously.

"Thank you for saving my daughter," said Will.

Holding Emma in one arm, he extended his hand. Annie lowered the pistol. Sam took his chance while everyone was distracted and ran.

"It's no problem," said Annie.

She shook hands with Will. She noticed a rip on the right arm of Emma's dress.

"You've ripped your sleeve, love," said Annie.

She pulled Emma's arm toward her.

"This is what my mum did when I ripped my clothes," she continued.

She rolled up Emma's sleeve to cover the rip and revealed a birthmark shaped like a skull and crossbones.

"What is that?" asked Annie in surprise

"Emma has always had that," said Will, "It's a birthmark."

"Birthmark?" whispered Annie.

She gently touched the birthmark. A sudden wind ran through the fort and images flashed through Annie's mind. A great treasure of gold and silver heaped high, gleaming in the sunlight. Annie shook her head. She hadn't noticed Norrington approaching her from behind. He had a look of malice on his face, he hadn't forgotten Annie.

"Well, well," he said, "Annie Sparrow."

Annie slowly turned to face Admiral Norrington. Will looked confused, Had Norrington called her Sparrow.

"My, haven't you changed!" said Norrington.

"Well, it's been three years since me and Anamaria emptied a whole barrel of sardines over your head, Commodore Fish-face," said Annie, cheekily.

"Gillette, hold onto her," said Norrington, "its Admiral now by the way."

Gillette grabbed Annie by the arm.

"You treat all the girls like this?" she said to Gillette.

Gillette frowned. Norrington grabbed Annie's right arm. He pulled the sleeve up to her elbow, revealing a white "P" above her wrist and a tattoo identical to Jacks.

"I see your father at least got you branded to make my job easier," said Norrington, "Gillette, fetch some irons. Marines keep your guns on her."

"You're arresting me?" said Annie, "For what?"

"Miss Sparrow, you have a pirate brand on your arm and all of your living relatives are or have been pirates," said Norrington.

Gillette returned with the irons. Norrington cuffed Annie. Will had been in silent surprise.

"You're related to Jack?!" he said

"Yeah," said Annie, "He's me dad. Now if you'll excuse me."

Annie elbowed Norrington in the stomach, winding him. He fell. Annie pushed her way through the surprised marines with cuffed hands and ran out of the fort. Everyone stared after her. Norrington sat up.

"Follow her!" he shouted.

He pulled himself up and left the fort with Gillette and the marines.

Annie ran down the road and then turned into an alley. She sat down and started to breathe deeply.

"Ok, calm down Annie," she said to herself, "Who do you know here? Come on! Think, think, think!"

Norrington's voice sounded close by.

"Search every alley," he barked, "I'm not going to let this one get away."

Annie looked towards the road, then to her other side. There was a pile of barrels there. She quickly got up and hid behind them. She could still hear the conversation.

"No sign of her," said Gillette.

"Damn!" said Norrington, "Search all inns and taverns especially the Lucky Clover. Quinn used to live in Tortuga."

Annie listened to the two walk away.

"Paddy! Of course," she said.

Norrington stepped out of the Lucky Clover, a run down pub near the harbor. He was deeply unsatisfied by his failed search. He had turned up nothing, no sign of Annie Sparrow had been found.

"I apologise for waking you, Mr. Quinn," he said.

Patrick Quinn, an Irish immigrant, stood leaning on his door frame, arms crossed and frowning.

"So you should be!" he snapped, his accent making his word hard to decipher, "I've had no contact with Sparrow for six years, four with Annie. You know how upset my wife is at being woken in the middle of the night, in her condition as well."

"I apologise," said Norrington before leaving. Patrick's wife, Dervla, shouted down to him, "They gone yet?"

"Yeah, they're gone," shouted Patrick.

He went back inside and shut the door. Annie slipped out of the shadows. She knocked on the door and Quinn answered.

"Now what?" he demanded, "Can't a man get any..." he saw Annie, "Sleep? I just had the law looking for you."

Annie held up her cuffed hands.

"Any chance of a hand?" she asked, "Or freeing mine?"

"Who's there, Paddy?" shouted Dervla

"Err, it's Annie," he shouted back.

Dervla appeared at the door. She is heavily pregnant.

"Bloody hell," said Annie, "When did that happen."

"Just get in here," said Patrick, grabbing Annie by her collar and pulling her inside.

Annie sat at the bar, twiddling her thumbs. Patrick came in carrying a hair pin. He stood behind the bar and shook his head. How did she get herself into such messes?

"Let's see it then," he said.

Annie stopped twiddling her thumbs and opened her hands wide. Patrick used the hairpin to pick the lock.

"How'd you get yourself arrested again?" he asked

"Old fish-face has a grudge against me and dad. Plus I got a pirate brand, which doesn't help," said Annie.

"Should have just left that bloke and dropped the kid off at the fort, you deutz," said Quinn.

"Same to you too mate," said Annie.

The cuffs fell from Annie's hands.

"Thanks Patrick," she said, rubbing her wrists.

"Don't mention it," said Patrick, "You can kip here in the bar tonight. If Norrington comes here again, I'll rip his guts out. It's not good for Dervla."

"Ohhh! Getting protective are we?" said Annie, "What happened to Paddy Quinn, the no-women man? The man who didn't care who he hurt?"

"He got Dervla pregnant," said Patrick, "And he's done it again."

"How many kids you got now?"

"This will be the fourth," said Patrick.

"Your mama would be proud!" said Annie.

"Shut it," said Quinn, "And get some sleep."

A/n: For those of you who didn't know, deutz is the Irish word for stupid. Amazing what you can pick up off TV.