Jack and Will returned to the deck with an armload of filthy clothes and Tori reluctantly surrendered the wheel to Captain Sparrow with a meaningful look in her eye before she disappeared below deck with the load of laundry.

/Poor Shea./ She thought, making a face at Jack's disgusting shirt. She smiled at his naiveté and almost wished she could have brought him, but she just couldn't bear another life on her conscious. /He wouldn't have handled it well. But it doesn't matter. I'll never see him again./ She looked down at her water tub, and found it filthy. She hung the garments to dry and lay down in a hammock, staring at the rough ceiling.

"We'll just slip up alongside the ship, cast off, have a quick duel with the redcoats and scamper off. Whaddye say?"

Will shook his head. "Jack, it'll be the three of us against the Navy. That didn't work the last time we tried it either."

"But this time, there're three of us!"

Will gave Jack The Look.

"Then what do you propose? Our dear commodore is not going to surrender without a right proper Royal Navy battle."

"We need some sort of trade…"

"He doesn't do barters." Replied Jack, remembering the Black Pearl bargain.

"With something he wants…"

"He wants you dead."

"You're not helping!"

Jack shrugged. "What would you have me say? Excellent way to get us all killed Young Turner? Bloody brilliant Will, we'll fork over ourselves for that trinket and Norrington will just give us supplies to be on our way will he? No Will," Jack said, cutting off Will's attempted protest. "We'll wait for the opportune moment."

It was late evening following the day of complete boredom when Will spotted The Bängala just around the straight.

Then The Moclips came into view.

"Just what we bloody needed." Jack swore, steering the little vessel towards a notch in the coastline. The Moclips sat less than a hundred feet away, completely oblivious of The Heart of Gold. Tori stared intently at the naval ship as Jack and Will tried to formulate another plan.

She held out her hand. "The crew is imprisoned on The Bängala, right? Just break in the back windows and spring them, and launch an attack on the Navy."

"And that'll help, how?" Jack inquired unenthusiastically

"I'll slip over to The Moclips in the dark, palm the Star, swing back to The Bängala and we set sail."

"But wh-"

"Because it's my necklace." Tori replied to Will unasked question. "And I'll attract less attention, and the crew is more likely to respond to you two."

"She makes a good point lad." Jack acknowledged, and held out his pistol.

"Mind if we load up love?"

Fully armed and loaded, the trio silently maneuvered the rowboat over to the Moclips. Tori shimmied up the side while Jack and Will abandoned ship, swimming to the Bängala and climbing through the kitchen hatch.

Will led the way to the prisons, and leapt back when he saw the guards. He tried to motion the danger to Jack, who just stared at him in complete bafflement. Jack finally peered around the corner, eyes wide and drew back.

"Oh." He mouthed, and Will nodded. Jack held up a finger in enlightenment, and pushed Will into a closet of sorts. He picked up a stone from the floor and tossed it back in the direction they came from, then drew back into the shadows. The guards rushed by, bayonets forward and Jack beckoned for Will to follow. The cells were crammed with the crew, who gasped with relief and joy at Jack's incredible return.

"Shh, alright Will. Let's see that fabulous trick of yours," He mimicked leverage and throwing the cell door.

Will ran his fingers over the pins again and shook his head.

"No good. It's not the same kind of pins."

"Miraculous escape," Jack pondered as the voices of the guards grew louder.

"Jack?" Will asked tensely

Jack seized a bucket lying on it's side and stepped to the side of the door. As the guards entered, they saw Will. Then they saw the insides of their eyelids. Jack lowered the bucket and lifted the keyring from the soldier.

"Miraculous escape." He reiterated, twirling the keys and releasing the prisoners. The guards were lobbed into the cell and the crew quickly located their confiscated arms.

Jack pulled Will aside and handed him his pistol.

"Wait as long as you can." He said cryptically.

"Where are you-"

"I've got some… things to take care of." He riposted vaguely and headed off in the opposite direction.

A shadow, she moved below decks of the naval ship. She listened intently for any sign of soldiers on board while she searched every likely room for the star. Heavy footsteps approached and she ducked into the closest room. She grinned as her eyes adjusted to the dark and pulled the pin.

A strange racket drew the sentries. They burst through the door and caught a girl bashing at a chain with a heavy mallet.

"Oy! You there!"

Tori turned around quickly and hid the mallet behind her back, batting her eyes

innocently.

"You're not supposed to be doing that," the soldier accused with his rifle.

The second soldier took the mallet from her.

"Hey! Aren't you the girl we marooned?"

"I don't see how I could be. Maybe you're thinking of my twin." Tori replied

with a hint of sarcasm and malice.

"You'd better come with us to see the Lieutenant."

" Maybe she can tell us something about her twin." The first soldier suggested.

"I don't think she has a twin." The second soldier whispered,

"Then why would she tell us she did?" asked the first, puzzled.

"Because I didn't want you to know it's really me that's still on that island." Said Tori seriously, walking forward to dodge the prodding firearm in her back.

"But if you're still on the island, where's you're twin?"

"Where is my twin? And why would I lie?" Tori asked the second soldier.

He seemed at a loss, and stopped on the stairs leading to the deck. The door swung open

and Jack jumped down stopping dead as the suddenly reanimated redcoats took flustered

aim. Tori took advantage of the situation and kicked the second soldier in the knees from

behind, causing his legs to buckle. Jack rushed down the stairs and punched the first

sentry in the face, while Tori kicked the other in the stomach, knocking him down the

stairs where he hit his head on a pillar.

"That worked out nicely." Jack commented.

"Star." Tori reminded him. They raced back upstairs and, seeing the coast was

clear, darted into the commodore's quarters.

"Keep a weather eye." Jack commanded, jerking open desk drawers and tapping for false bottoms.

"Jack! They're back! And I think Norrington's got something of mine."