"Lock him in the brig." She ordered, pointing her sword at Captain Sparrow.

Nobody moved.

"What are you waiting for?" She demanded

"A cap'ns order, milady." Jack replied with a little smirk, lowering her sword with his hand. Her eyes blazed as she whipped the sword towards her crew.

"Mutiny?" She asked dangerously, her sword held forth.

The crew menacingly drew their own weapons.

"You can't take them all on love." Jack said, lounging against a nearby apple barrel, munching a piece of the fruit.

"This is entirely your fault Sparrow." She accused angrily,

"I'm not the one who masqueraded as a man, hoodwinked an entire crew, drew attention to myself by being an undefeated swordsman and a renowned pirate captain." Jack replied casually, tipping his hat to her.

She scowled, then sheathed her sword then batted her wide eyes innocently at her crew.

"You wouldn't harm a lady, would you?" she asked with a trembling lip. Jack tossed the apple core over the side of the boat and slipped behind her, putting his hands about her surprisingly slender waist. She jabbed her elbow into his stomach, he doubled over, but managed to kick her feet out from under her. She dropped to her knees. Jack secured her wrists in behind her with a length of rope one of the crewmen tossed to him.

"Now, Milady who are you really, and what on Blackbeard's chest are you doing at sea?" Sparrow asked. He crouched down to her level and lifted her chin with his hand.

"It's bad luck to have a woman aboard." One of the men muttered anxiously.

"Haven't you heard Jack?" She returned, tossing her head. "Pirating is Profitable."

"Yes, Queen Victoria, wasn't it milady?"

"Elizabeth you idiot, for Sir Francis Drake."

"Ahh, I always was shady on my history."

"Get off my ship Sparrow, or I'll cut you gill to gizzard."

"Such language from such an educated lady." Sparrow commented, as the crew sniggered quietly behind him. He gracefully staggered to his feet, and helped her up. "A night on the mast will cure you of that. lass"

"You wouldn't dare." Jack put his mouth right next to her ear and leaned his head against hers.

"Try me love." He whispered.

"Go to hell." She spat viciously

"Been there and back darling" He replied lightly, standing up. "You know what I'm after ducks. Give me the Star."

"I haven't got it."

"The Star, milady. or your fate." He swept his hat off towards the awaiting crew.

"It was my fight Jack, fairly. You were beaten by a woman."

"Let's not get above ourselves love. I was beaten by a girl."

He pulled the necklace out from his grubby jacket and fastened it delicately about her neck. He pulled her soft brown hair out from under it, and stroked it.

"It looks lovely, Captain. We're square. Now, I really need that Star. There's a nice young lad who really needs this, and I really need to get it for him. So if you'll just be a good lass..."

She didn't reply.

"My patience runs out darling. Where is it?"

She turned her head in disgust.

"Very well lass, your fate, and then I'll find it." He unbound her, and gave her a shove towards her ex-crew.

She slowly walked towards them, eyes downcast, wrists forward.

"My own crew, over so many voyages, through so many battles. Loyal, true. I never dreamed it would end like this."

She looked sadly into the eyes of her hardened crew.

"I rather thought it would end more like this."

With that, she turned and bolted past Jack for the Captain's Quarters. She grabbed a little wooden trunk off her desk and threw herself into the air, ducking her head and twisting as she did, covering her head with her arms as she crashed backwards through the window. Her crew and Jack raced after her in time to watch her escape. They stopped at the shattered window and watched as she twisted sharply into a perfect shallow dive. She surfaced and swam back towards the anchored ship.

"She's mad!"

"Clearly." Jack replied dryly.

"Raise the anchor! Hurry up!"

The girl pulled back a panel on the ship and yanked a concealed chain which released a long boat from it's place by the deck. It splashed down next to her. She pulled herself in and set the trunk on the bottom. She rowed a few strokes away. The crew couldn't seem to decide whether to jump after her or not- it was a miracle she was alive after that fall. She turned back to her ship and arranged her cloak in a more feminine style.

"Oh help! Please, somebody! Pirates sunk my ship!" She called convincingly

"The ship's not responding!" The helmsman yelled from the wheel.

"Bitch! It's witchcraft I'll warrant!"

"The wench disconnected the steering with her bloody lifeboat chain." Jack said, half in admiration, half in disgust.

"Very good Sparrow. Would you like a biscuit?" The girl called back. "One always needs an escape route." She pulled a necklace on a long chain out from her blouse. The charm glinted in the mid-morning sun, twisting and writhing on it's tether.

"Here's mine. If you want it Jack, you'll have to catch it." She winked and blew them a kiss before rowing away.

"Someone had probably better go after her." Jack said, looking to the man next to him.

"Fog's rolling in and the ship won't turn!" The helmsmen cried. Jack looked back out the window, and the girl had disappeared with his salvation around her neck.

"Anyone else think longboats might be good in this situation?" Jack asked, but it was too late. Even after they searched as much as they dared in the fog, Diabla was nowhere to be found.