I am writing to you from a disclosed, top secret location today. Disclosed because I haven't told you where it is an' top secret fer the same reason. Why the drama, ye ask? Well, I shall tell ye. It's those bloody lawyers. They reckon they caught me wearing a large sign saying 'I OWN PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN. TALK TO ME AND YOU SHALL BE SAVED'. And that's why they're after me. I told them it was a joke. How ridiculous to believe such a thing! No one can be saved just by talking to someone! Fools... By the way, I do NOT own Pirates of the Caribbean.

"There she is, Jack. Just like ya remember her, aye?"

Jack grinned at Samuel before turning his attention back to the Sapphire. The beauty graced the harbor elegantly, looking strangely out of place next to the other pirate ships with her finely crafted hull and crisp white sails. She got her name from the blue reflection of the moon that the water's skin flung at her sails.

Even someone who was not educated in the nautical world would know that while they were looking at the Sapphire, they were looking at something magical.

"Aye," Jack agreed.

"That's the Sapphire?" Ana Maria asked a little breathlessly from beside him.

"Aye," Jack nodded proudly. Just as he was about to walk up the gangplank, Samuel stuck out an arm and stopped him.

"The girl first, Jack. Then ya can 'ave the ship."

Jack eyed Samuel's arm and bared his teeth in a fake smile.

"Not even a looksee?"

"Not even a looksee."

Jack huffed resignedly, stepping away from the Sapphire with a little difficulty.

"What are ya goin' ta do with the Pearl?" Samuel asked.

"Well, I'm goin' t'take the Sapphire t'night after I deliver the girl an' Ana 'ere is goin' ta take the Pearl early tomorrow," Jack replied, still eyeing the Sapphire lustfully.

"Right. So it's all sorted then, aye?" Samuel nodded.

"All sorted, mate. Ye just go back t'The Sailor's Love and I'll bring her within the hour," he told Sam confidently. Samuel grunted and nodded before turning away and stalking towards his bar. Ana Maria stared after him until he disappeared into the growing darkness and shot a sharp look at Jack who widened his eyes innocently.

"Ye're goin' ta just hand Christina over t'him?" she snapped disapprovingly.

"Ana, just keep focused and remember that our goal is the Sapphire," Jack told her firmly.

"Doncha go tellin' me t'keep focused, Jack! Ye can't just hand the lass over t'some monster! I know ye ain't got a heart that black," Ana Maria hissed as some passerbys passed by.

"I wouldn't go convincin' yeself of that too quickly or ye might be disappointed, lass. Now," Jack turned her around by her shoulders to face the Sapphire and proceeded to whisper in her ear, "How would ye like t'be Captain of 'er, Ana?"

Ana Maria's brown eyes popped open wide, "Me?"

"Aye. As incredible as I am, I can't go bein' Captain of both the Pearl and the Sapphire, now can I?" Jack smiled.

Thinking it over, Ana Maria turned to face him and stuck out her hand, "I accept."

"Ye accept? Shouldn't there be a heartfelt thankye in there somewhere?" Jack frowned.

"Ye owe me a boat," Ana Maria shook her head.

"I gave ye the Interceptor, woman!" Jack growled.

"And then ye sunk it, ye daft fool!" Ana Maria reminded him.

Jack was about to shout back when he remembered she was right and smiled sheepishly, "Oh, yes."

Realizing that Samuel would be waiting back at the bar by now, Jack jumped and started towards the Pearl. Taking a moment to register, Ana Maria followed after him.

"I still don' know about this, Jack," she called after him.

"It's COMMODORE Jack t'ye now, Ana!" Jack corrected over his shoulder.

Ana Maria rolled her eyes.

"Ye 'ave a hard enough time gettin' people ta call ye Captain! What makes ye think they'll call ye Commodore?" she taunted as they made their way onto the Pearl.

Jack didn't reply as they headed below decks silently. Ana Maria didn't know it but Jack was filled with doubt over the deal. Christina was right. She had no control over who her parents were. Jack was surprised at himself. He wasn't usually so quick to pass judgment. Besides, it wasn't her fault that her father was a traitorous no good bilge rat of a bastard.

Christina awoke when a quiet knock sounded at her door. She turned onto her side to see Jack entering, a plastered on smile lighting up his face. Ana Maria stood slightly behind him, looking at her shoes.

"Ye've been sleepin' all day, luv?" he asked softly.

She stretched and nodded, all the more tired from oversleeping.

"Did ye feel up t'goin' out t'night? There's someone I wanted ye t'meet," Jack told her as nonchalantly as he could manage, trying not to sound guilty.

Christina frowned, "Actually I was hoping that I would be able to talk to you about last night..."

"Don' worry ye pretty head about all that. Get dressed and we'll go," Jack told her cheerfully.

Christina narrowed her eyes suspiciously but decided to think nothing of his brushing off the subject. She lifted herself off the bed, rubbing her face as she paced to his wardrobe that she had adopted as her own. Jack left her be and joined Ana Maria in the hall, closing the door behind him quietly. He tried to the best of his ability to ignore the pointed stare he was receiving from the woman but eventually he widened his eyes with exasperation at her.

"What?" he snapped.

"Ye know what," Ana Maria replied, nonplussed.

"Aye, but would ye leave me with me own guilt, please? I don't need ye addin' to me misery," Jack told her honestly.

Ana Maria opened her mouth to beseech him when Christina opened the door. Ana Maria shut her mouth closed and averted her eyes back to her shoes as Christina eyed her questioningly.

Jack felt another pang of guilt when he saw that Christina wore one of the dresses his money had gone towards a few days ago. Feigning impatience he nodded at her.

"'Bout ready now, luv?"

Christina arched a brow.

"Yes. Sorry to keep you waiting."

Jack sighed as they walked into town together, not bothering to point out any of the highlights like he had promised to that morning. Christina pretended not to notice until they reached The Sailor's Love. She made no attempt to hide her distaste for the under the weather looking bar.

"Oh, Jack. You shouldn't have."

Jack smirked at her sarcasm and escorted her inside despite her hesitance to follow. Her hesitance soon made itself scarce due to the rough looking group of people inside and she stuck mighty close to Jack.

"Who was this person you wanted me to meet?" she inquired over his shoulder.

At his lack of response she groaned.

"Please don't tell me you're taking me to meet some whore you were once on close terms with?" she pleaded and he laughed involuntarily.

"Nay, luv. No whores t'night," he assured her.

Knowing Jack, Christina didn't fully believe him until he steered her towards a particularly frightening looking character. She tried not to stare at the horrific scars that graced his pale features and focused on his electric blue eyes.

"Christina, this is Sam," Jack introduced politely, averting his eyes to anywhere else in the bar than the two of them.

"Nice to meet you, Sam," Christina smiled, offering her hand. Sam shook it roughly without smiling back and Christina's wavered with unexplained apprehension. After an uncomfortable silence, Jack piped up.

"Well, now we're all introduced, let's 'ave a drink, aye?"

After fifteen minutes, Jack couldn't keep still. He knew Samuel was eager for him to leave so that he could make off with Christina and do what he wished but that was also the thing that made him stay. Christina was oblivious to the tension between the two men and tried to carry a light conversation on her own. Save for when a moody grunt emerged from Samuel or Jack made a nervous joke. Finally, with Samuel was shooting daggers at him visually, Jack knew he had to make a move. He leaned over to Christina.

"I just remembered I left somethin' back on the Pearl. Ye'll be alright 'ere fer a little bit, aye?"

Christina whirled her head to face him, eyes wide and pleading with him to stay. Although she didn't know much of Jack's old friend, she knew he was not the type she'd be comfortable alone with.

It was upon seeing her silent begging that Jack almost decided to throw in the towel and call the whole deal off. But then he remembered the Sapphire. He could see her now. Her sails almost glistening in the moonlight and moving gracefully with the wind. Her hull letting the water lightly sway her back and forth.

"I'll be right back... I promise," he assured her smilingly and left before she could say another word. It took all of his strength to walk out the door and away from the bar without looking back. With a heavy heart, he head towards the Sapphire.

Meanwhile, Christina shifted uncomfortable in her chair under Samuel's intrusive gaze. Lifting her eyes to meet his, she cursed silently when they instinctively strayed to his scars and she lowered her eyes again. Samuel smirked.

"Lookin' at these, lass?" he ran his finger down the side of his face, tracing one of the mauve lines.

Christina shook her head violently. After several more minutes of silence and squirming, she bit her lip. She didn't remember the docks being that far away. What was taking that blasted pirate so long?

"How's about we go upstairs an' I show ya the rest of the bar?" Samuel suggested gruffly, already rising from his chair. Christina's eyes widened.

"Sh...Shouldn't we wait for Jack?" she managed weakly. Somehow, she already had the feeling that her words were useless noise and a deep fear clung onto her.

Samuel chuckled with no joy, "We won't be long."

Ana Maria breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted Jack making his way toward her.

"Ye made the trade, then?" she asked softly. Jack tried to hide his lament.

"Aye. Let's get goin'."

Samuel turned the key in the lock and smirked as a shriek of realization sounded within the attic. He walked back downstairs and towards one of the girls at the bar.

"I'm goin' out fer a bit. Keep an eye on the place, aye?" he told her. The girl nodded and he left the bar and headed for the docks. He wasn't a fool. He knew Jack well enough to know that no one could completely know the pirate. Nothing was as it seemed with Jack and he suspected this would also apply to the trade. The man was always up to something.

Reaching the harbor, he searched for the Sapphire and was pleasantly suprised to see that she was already on her way out to sea. He squinted and recognized Jack's outline at the helm by his tri cornered hat and long coat. It seemed he had been wrong to doubt the Captain.

Shaking his head, he turned and headed back for the Sailor's Love.

Back at the bar, Christina was trembling uncontrollably back in the room Samuel had locked her in. This was not good. She had realised as the man had been explaining about where he had gotten his scars that it had in fact been her father that had been responsible. Unfortunately, it had not been until the key had turned that she realised that Samuel had also been aware of the connection. Immediately, she had searched for an escape in a panic. There were no windows in the small attic. There were no trapdoors leading to downstairs. The only entrance and exit was the locked door.

She froze as she heard heavy footsteps coming her way. Her body refused to let her move from the middle of the room as the door was unlocked and opened.

Samuel grinned as his eyes found her and he closed the door behind him.

"'Allo, lass."

Christina said nothing nor made any movement. But her breath quickened with her heart.

Downstairs, Mary had watched Jack and the random lass enter the bar. She had watched them sit down with Sam. She had watched Jack leave and Sam escort the girl upstairs a short while later. She had watched Sam come back down without the girl, leave for a few minutes and then return back up the stairs. All this she had watched with silent subtlety, trying to figure out what was going on. She knew it was interesting, due to the solemn look on Jack's face as he left, the frightened one on the girl's and Samuel's angry expression.

The curiosity was killing her.

She sashayed towards the cabinet where the liquor was kept out of view of the less than honorable and likely to succumb to stealing customers and pulled out a bottle. She was about to down a gulp when something outside the window to her right caught her eye. She slowly lowered the bottle and paced towards the window cautiously, her eyes flickering across the view outside and searching for any sign of movement.

There it was again. Someone was sneaking around out there.

She told one of the other barmaids that she would be out for a moment and exited the building, heading towards where she had last seen the person responsible for her being there. She searched the bushes and shrubbery nearby and found no one. After looking around a few moments longer, she gave in, blaming what she had seen on too much alcohol although she had only had a few sips that night.

Just as she was about to retreat back inside, a hand reached out and grabbed her from behind, making a strangled yelp escape her lips before she promptly elbowed her attacker in the ribs. Filled with rage at being taken by suprise, she kicked the doubled over figure in the stomach with such force that he bellowed in pain and fell to the ground.

"Just 'o d'ye think ye are, ye pervert?" she demanded, about to kick the man in the side as he writhed on the ground when a he moaned. She recognized that moan.

The intense anger in her eyes was instantly replaced with concern and worry.

"Jack?"

Ha ha ha! I love cliffhangers, don't you? Thanks fer the reviews everyone. Although I feel I had to con ye into it. It's the price ye pay, I 'spose. An' fer those of ye who do not have the memory of an elephant, Mary was introduced in the last chapter as the whore who's embrace left Jack flustered. Now fer me replies...

jennifer123: I know this installment leaves ye a little in the dark but I had t'cut the thing in half 'cause it was so long. So ye don't get ta find out if Chris kills Jack or not. Sorry 'bout that... not really, but ye know.

garfield16: This is Captain Jack Sparrow, ye have ta understand. He's dishonest. An' a dishonest man ye can always trust t'be dishonest. Yes, poor Chris. The things I put her through. I wish I could feel guilty but it just makes fer such good entertainment! ... An' I do hope ye haven't perished yet, luv. That would be a shame.

Siriusly Sirius Lily Black: 'Ello, luv. I feel me pirate accent bein' threatened! Bravo! And ye are a clever one, ain't ye? All these other ignorants are runnin' aroun' worried fer Christina. An' ye the only one 'o remembered that Jack is a bloody good pirate! Second bravo. Aye, aye, Chris'll end up with Jack... when I feel like it... eventually...

Karibbean: Aye, I quite liked that title too! Got a ring ta it, I think. Jack is a huge jerk. Aye. As fer there bein' nothin' t'worry about, I shall 'ave t'decide. I'm still thinkin' up the plot fer the next part so it could either go breezy if I'm in a good mood or someone might not make it... Alright, no one will die... Hopefully. I'm glad yer findin' this enjoyable, luv!

Ailuro: A blackmark, eh? I don't respond well ta bein' threatened, luv. Ah, well, 'ere's the next part anyway. I could do a dance about the marysue comment bein' thrown out the window... If I could in fact dance, that would pro'ly help me out. Oh, good, no one had stolen me idea of Barbossa's daughter. This is good news. Aye the last chapter was me longest (a little too long I think). An' I am really relieved that ye liked Christina's dialogue t'Jack. I was a little hesitant of that. But a little drama ne'er killed anyone, right? HA HA! ANOTHER FAVORITE CHAPTER! I'm on a roll! Well, I'm glad ye can relate with Chris then 'cause it's hard fer me to when I thought her up, ye know? I hope she is a well rounded character an' not a blank! An' root fer Jack. He needs it. Christina can look out fer herself but he's a little vulnerable I think. Cheers, luv!