A/N: I sadly don't own POTC or any of their characters. Excuse some typos you might find, or some factually incorrect stuff in this fic. It's my first one, so be nice and please R&R!
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Nicollet and Jack had clearly enjoyed themselves in the finest Inn in Tortuga, the only decent and sophicated building in the whole town. It was surprisingly clean and rich-looking and for the number of gold pieces Jack had to pay for a room it obviously was nice. It had silky pillows and the finest sheets and comforters you could possibly imagine, and not to mention the neighbors were wonderful to not complain about the obviously annoying laughter and shouts coming from their room.
Some time after, nearly a month and a half, Jack woke up to shouts above deck and Will shaking him awake. Will had decided to join him for a month or so while they pillaged near Singapore.
"Jack, she's missing, Nicollet is missing!" He rushed quickly.

Without looking at his first mate, Jack pushed by and began shouting orders to the crew above. He made his way up, it was raining hard and the ship was rocking back and forth.
In a rage, he shouted, "SET SAIL FOR PORT ROYAL!" He panicked inside, his heart being emotionally set on fire. He never showed anyemotional pain infront of anyone besides Nicollet. Inside his mind was racing with multiple questions and all of themhad to do with Nicollet.Was she kidnapped? Did she fall overboard and nobody had seen?
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Meanwhile...
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They had been in Port Royal a day before, visiting Elizabeth. Elizabeth was asking about their honeymoon in Tortuga. Her eyes lit up as her friend spilled about their night.

"So it was good, right?" Elizabeth asked and they both broke out into a fit of giggles. While all of this was going on, and Jack and Will were out at a pub drinking, several of Commodore Norrington's men snuck aboard The Pearl. While Nicollet roamed the hall leading to the galley they abducted her and took her aboard a remake of the Interceptor, which had been following the Pearl.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Nicollet commanded, kicking and shoving Norrington's men off her. They dragged her to a room, a dusty little dark room with some bookshelves and a desk and a chair, the chair was facing the wall so the person sitting wasn't visible.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the exact pirate I've been hunting for," a voice from the shadows chuckled. "Mrs. Jack Sparrow, how nice of you to join us."

"Mrs. Captain Jack Sparrow, if you will," she remarked, amused by her own bravery.

The voice was a man sitting in a chair behind the desk, he spun around and his eyes glinted in the moonlight. It was none other than the Commodore.

"I see you and Captain Sparrow obviously share cockiness," Norrington muttered. "Your husband made a fool of me, he's going to pay."
"What do you intend on doing with me, Commodore?"

Ignoring her question, she turned to her men. "To Isla de Muerta, men. The fastest route possible," he instructed before walking out of the room briskly.

They seized the girl roughly and led her to her home for the next day. She knew where she was going, Jack had taken her there. It was his little 'bloody island shaped like a bloody skull'. They'd lay on the beach, sipping rum and getting as drunk as possible. She smiled because she could hear Jack's voice inside her head.

"It can't be found, only by those who already know where it is," the familiar voice said in a very dignified way.

She knew how Norrington knew where Isla de Muerta was...He had been there before, Jack had told her all about the huge battle he had against Captian Barbossa and his crew of miscreats.

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"Who could've taken Nicollet?" Jack asked Will while he paced around. Gibbs was steering the Black Pearl to Port Royal, Will had suggested she might've went back for some reason. They were close, only two hours away from Port Royal when she'd gone missing. As they neared the private dock Elizabeth had arranged for the Black Pearl to stay at during visits they noticed another ship resembling the Interceptor not to far away. Nobody took the lightest interest into it because of the situation on hand.

"Elizabeth!" Will whispered loudly into the ear of his sleeping wife. "Wake up! Nicollet, is she here? Where is she?"

"Will?" A groggy Elizabeth asked and rubbed her tired eyes. "I don't know where Nicollet is. Wh-h-y..? W-w-what happ-p-ened?" Her words were broken because she let out a long yawn.

"BLOODY HELL WOMAN, WHERE ARE YOU?" He shouted to himself, hitting his head off his palms. He hated this, how could she be doing this to him? "BACK ON BOARD," Jack commanded. "We're sailing the Caribbean let the men know, get prepared," he ordered to Gibbs. "Mate, you must stay. God knows how long it'll take to find her…I can't take you from Elizabeth and your son for bloody hell knows how long," Jack told Will, his voice emotionless. His eyes showed no feeling either as he stared out the window to the private dock as he spoke.
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A/N: Ooh, bad bad bad Norrington! Stupid wig wearing guy! R&R and give me some comments and suggestions people! C'mon, look alive! Jack, who is my drool monkey, wants you to review!