I just realised that I didn't put a disclaimer at the top of Chapter Eleven. No, this does not mean that at the time I wrote Chapter Eleven, I owned Pirates of the Caribbean. Neither does it mean that at the time that I wrote Chapter Eleven, I owned any characters such as Captain Jack Sparrow. It simply means that because this section is more pointless musings and unnecessary rantings than a disclaimer, I had nothing at the time I wrote Chapter Eleven to muse pointlessly or rant unnecessarily about. That's it. I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean.

"So tell me again how you're planning to gain clemency?" Christina asked Jack as she followed closely behind him, casting a glance over her shoulder as the Dauntless also pulled into Port Royal's harbor.

Norrington and his men had chased them all the way from Rhoding to Port Royal. All four days and three nights it had taken to get there, the Dauntless could be seen following at a small distance behind the Pearl. The Sapphire sailed a little ways in front of the Pearl, captained by Ana Maria. Jack could've easily out sped Norrington but he got some kind of amusement out of giving him hope that he could catch up. He had spent most of his time chuckling at the helm, turning to glance and sometimes wave at the Commodore at the helm of his own ship every now and then. Although that had been all well and good, more interesting things had happened.

A certain conversation for one.

Finally, Christina had succeeded in dragging Jack away from the helm and cornered him in the Captain's Cabin, demanding he stay until she said he could leave. After a bit of him-being-Captain-and-not-being-willing-to-accept-orders-from-anyone-else-especially-a-woman talk, he gave in and sat on the edge of the bed, motioning for her to speak.

"Firstly, about the 'big misunderstanding'," Christina started, thinking it wisest to go through her list of subjects that needed talking about in chronological order.

Jack sighed loudly, hoping there was still a chance he could get out of the cabin without a long and uncomfortable interrogation.

"Aye?"

"...Well?" Christina prompted, interested in what he had to say about her being Barbossa's daughter.

"Well, what?" Jack frowned.

Christina let out a sound of frustration.

"Why aren't you willing to talk about anything of real importance? Do your conversation skills really only consist of rum, fighting and the sea?" she demanded.

"What d'ye want me t'say?" Jack asked.

"What do you want to say?" Christina replied diplomatically.

"What d'ye want fer me t'want t'say?"

"Jack!"

Jack looked heavenwards and took a long moment's pause before proceeding to answer her.

"Fine. Ye want t'know about what I think of ye bein' me betrayer's daughter? I hate it. I hate it with the fire of a thousand suns. If there was anything in my power I could do to reverse the fact then I would not hesitate fer a second t'do so. But I can't. It's somethin' I'm jus' goin' ta have t'square with. An' I realize that ye had no part in bein' his daughter but I can't promise it won't bother me fer a while still. Anythin' else?" Jack asked pleasantly.

Christina nodded and bit her lip. Jack nodded back, signaling for her to continue.

"You didn't leave anything on the Pearl, did you?" she asked softly.

Jack made no response for a moment, unsure of how to answer without appearing as a heartless git. He slouched over and inspected his boots.

"I was angry," he muttered.

"I know."

"Had I been in me right mind, I never would've considered doin' it."

"... You did it for a ship?"

There was no way he could dodge that one.

"Aye."

Silence.

He pulled as much courage together as he could manage and lifted his eyes to hers that welled with hurt.

"It was a stupid thing to do. I'll admit it. I shouldn't 'ave jus' left ye there with Sam. I shouldn't 'ave used ye as a object t'trade fer a ship... It was me plan all along t'come back fer ye though," he assured her although it didn't rub out the guilt of his actions.

She nodded. Jack sighed and stood, pacing the room.

"I'm a pirate, Christina. It's what I do. I don't go thinkin' about the different ways me actions could hurt or endanger those involved. That ain't part of the occupation."

Christina smirked and shook her head.

"Right, why should I expect more from you?" she asked.

Although the words matched with his description of a pirate, they still bothered Jack.

"Alright, so it was still a rotten thing fer anyone t'do. But ye 'ave t'understan-"

"Why can't you just leave it at an apology? We both know it was wrong. There's no need for you to go trying to cover your tracks," Christina told him bluntly.

Jack stopped and stared at her for a moment.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, very barely audible.

"What was that?" Christina prompted for him to repeat.

Jack smirked and flicked his hand, "I'm sorry."

"And when I'm ready, I'll forgive you. I can't now though," Christina admitted. Jack nodded with acceptance.

"Was there anythin' else ye wanted t'pester me incessantly about?" he inquired stirringly.

Christina shook her head. Jack left. End of conversation. They hadn't spoken much else but seemed to have a secret agreement to be civil towards eachother.

Back to the present, they fastened their pace as Christina waited for Jack's answer.

"I know yer secret an' I tell 'em so. I threaten ta let the secret out an', Bob's yer uncle, Fanny's yer aunt, they grant me clemency," Jack explained impatiently.

Ana Maria, who had arrived an hour or so earlier on the Sapphire with the other half of the crew caught up and Jack nodded briskly in greeting. Will and Elizabeth walked quickly beside Christina, just in front of the crew.

If this wasn't a parade that was guaranteed to catch the entire population of Port Royal's attention, Norrington and his men joined the race heading for the Governor's house. Young children playing in the street stopped and ran out of the way of the large group of people that had now broken into a unified sprint. Many double takes were taken of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow and the governor's niece, Christina Lacimore who had been reported kidnapped by the pirate.

"They're gainin' on us, Jack," Ana Maria puffed and the already fast pace of the group quickened all the more.

By the time they reached the Governor's steps leading to the front door, they were at a full sprint. Jack pounded loudly on the door. With it being so early in the morning, one could understand that it might have taken a while for the door to be answered. Not Jack. He banged louder and louder on the door until a rather disheveled looking butler with a curl of distaste at his lips upon recognizing Jack opened the door.

"Can I help you... Miss Lacimore? Mrs Turner?" the butler frowned as the group pushed inside past him.

"Hello, Geoffrey. Could you please call down my father?" Elizabeth requested with hurried politeness.

Mr Gibbs closed and locked the door behind him as Norrington's crew ran down the front garden path.

Geoffrey nodded, cast one more distasteful look at Jack and glided up the stairs, not affected by the contagious hurry that everyone else was in.

"Yer haste would be much appreciated, Geoff," Jack told him, his words having no notable effect.

A short moment later, a sharp rapping sounded on the door and another butler appeared.

"No need ta be answerin' that, mate," Jack assured him, standing in his way.

"It is part of my job description to do so, Mr Sparrow, so if you please," the butler insisted pointedly, motioning for him to step aside.

"Uh, I relieve you of that particular aspect of your job for a few moments, Edward," Christina told him. He nodded resignedly and Jack grinned in triumph as more banging was heard.

There was an uncomfortable silence, save for the incessant pounding on the door, as the group impatiently awaited the Governor's arrival. Elizabeth smoothed her dress. Will rubbed his brow. Christina raked a worried hand through her hair. Ana Maria inspected her nails. Mr Gibbs stared at the ceiling. Jack searched the room for anything he could easily lift without being too dramatic about it. Finally, when all were worried that the Commodore would blow the door down with cannon fire, the Governor appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Christina! Elizabeth!" he exclaimed in relief as he rushed down the stairs and pulled each one into a tight embrace. He looked fiercely at Jack, "What are you doing here? Who's at the door?"

"No one," Elizabeth assured him, placing a hand on his forearm.

He brushed off her attempt to get him to ignore the knocking and gestured for Edward to open the door. Edward shot an apologetic look at Elizabeth before turning the handle. Norrington and his men rushed in and surrounded Jack and his crew promptly.

"Nice t'see ye again too, mate," Jack smiled at Norrington who had the sharp of his gun trained on Jack's throat.

"Commodore Norrington, please escort Mr Sparrow and his men to the gallows," the Governor commanded, a task that all knew Norrington would be none too displeased to carry out. Ana Maria rolled her eyes at the fact that once again, her being a woman had been overlooked.

"You can't!" Christina cried and Jack nodded vigorously.

Norrington, the Governor and the butlers stared incredulously at her.

"He kidnapped you, Christina. I assure you we can," the Commodore told her confidently as he motioned for his captives to be clasped in irons.

"What do you mean, Christina?" the Governor asked pressingly.

"She means, Governor, that I know th'secret," Jack answered as his hands were bound.

The Governor's brow creased in a frown.

"And which secret are you referring to, Mr Sparrow?" Norrington asked coldly.

"Ye mean there's more than one?" Jack replied lightly, sobering at the Commodore's harsh glare, "I mean the one of yer dearest Christina havin' pirate blood in 'er."

There was a shocked silence followed by the snickering and chuckling of the red coats and Norrington.

"Oh, that one. You can tell us more about it on the way, Mr Sparrow," the Commodore said as he proceeded to lead the group away.

"Stop," the Governor commanded. Norrington turned back in suprise.

"How did you find out, Mr Sparrow?" Governor Swann inquired, adding even more to the suprise of the Commodore.

"I saw it in a dream," Jack told him, smirking.

"Again, how did you find out?"

"Got those two drunk," Jack gestured with his hands still bound in irons at Will and Elizabeth, "Didn't need t'use all of me genius fer that one."

Will and Elizabeth shifted uncomfortably.

"Are you suggesting that there is some truth to this pirate's words, Governor?" Norrington asked disbelievingly. Jack shot him a dirty look.

The Governor rubbed his temples, at a loss as to what to do in the situation he found himself in.

"Unhand them," he sighed. Reluctantly, Norrington nodded at his men to obey the command. Jack grinned at him as the irons came off his wrists.

"Please come in and sit down," the Governor offered, lifting his hand towards the sitting room. Norrington commanded his men to wait outside and Jack requested his crew do the same. Christina smirked as she tried to imagine the chatting between the two that would happen as they waited.

Once the Governor, Norrington, Will and Elizabeth, Christina and Jack were seated comfortably and all had been explained to a shocked Commodore who had had no idea of Christina's pirate parent, Jack voiced his demands.

"I want clemency," he informed bluntly.

"No," the Governor turned down just as bluntly.

Jack frowned.

"What are ye goin' ta offer me then?"

"Anything else. Not clemency."

"How about the Navy's top protection fer fifty years?"

"No."

"Ye said anything else!"

"Not the Navy's protection. Anything but clemency and the Navy's services."

"... All of yer fleets."

"No."

Exasperation relaxed Jack's features, "I know. A measly loaf of bread will do me fine."

Hope lit up the Governor's face, "Really?"

"No," Jack smirked, mimicking the Governor.

"Mr Sparrow, please come up with a suitable price for your silence on the matter," Governor Swann asked impatiently.

"Alright, 'ere's me terms. I want full clemency. None of this evadin' Navy officers business anymore. Especially that one," Jack pointed at Norrington who frowned, "...An' a new hat. A nice one. Then I shall not tell a soul of Christina's pirate heritage."

"No."

Jack rolled his eyes, "So, what do you suggest, Governor?"

"I shall let you leave Port Royal this once. But a Navy fleet shall set after you tomorrow."

"No," Jack shook his head.

"Father, please just give him clemency," Elizabeth sighed in pleading, growing weary of the argument between the two stubborn men.

"An' the hat," Jack reminded.

Christina and Will nodded in agreement and Norrington shook his head in disgust that the Governor could possibly consider such a hideous idea.

The Governor thought for a long, long time. Everyone else shifted impatiently in silence. Finally, the man lifted his head and eyed Jack.

"Fine. You have clemency."

Jack grinned. Norrington looked like he was going to be sick.

"Pleasure doin' business with ye, Governor," Jack smiled, extending his hand.

"Pleasure being blackmailed by you, Mr Sparrow," the Governor sighed bitterly as Elizabeth kissed his cheek.

"How long are you planning on being in Port Royal?" he asked Jack, obviously hoping for a small time period answer.

"A few weeks, most likely. Then, I thought we might move on t'Tortuga," Jack grinned.

"Tortuga, finally?" Christina cried in delight.

"You're not going with him, Christina. You're home now," the Commodore stated as though it was obvious.

Christina's face fell. He was right. It had never really occurred to her when they were coming back to Port Royal that she was actually coming back home. It seemed that the same had not dawned on Jack either until now as he grin wavered.

The Governor frowned at this.

"I best be tellin' me crew what's happenin' then," Jack said quickly, standing and heading for the door.

Christina jumped up, very unsubtly not wanting him to leave.

"You're just going?" she asked and Jack smirked.

"Don't look so worried, luv. I'll be back tomorrow, most likely. Not feeling cruel enough t'leave ye without me all important presence," he said with mock almightiness.

She rolled her eyes as he closed the door behind him, a smile playing at her lips.

The smile faded when she saw Norrington standing behind her in the reflection of the window.

"I just wanted you to know that even though you're of less than favorable bloodlines, the plans for the wedding will still go through as soon as they can get organized," the Commodore assured her. The 'assurance' unsettled her but she turned to smile weakly with gratitude she didn't feel.

He nodded and left.

Sorry it's taken a little whiles t'update. Things t'do, people t'see, ye know tha story. Not many reviews ta reply to this time around...

SawCyn-WroteSin: Seems Christina let Jack off easy, aye? I just couldn't write that scene with Jack bein' punched in the nose fer some reason. Maybe she'll get real drunk in the next chapter an' he'll get a sock in the nose then... Cheers, I'm glad he's in character!

Karibbean: 'Allo, luv! Aye, quite a few obstacles fer 'im ta conquer in the last chapter. As there should be, too. Serves him right fer gettin' 'er in that mess in the first place, aye? An' sorry it took so bloody long.

Forensic Photographer711: Kewlness, aye? AND awesomeness, aye? I'm pleased that ye liked it! Well, it's a shame but the only medal I got is one o' those cursed medallions. Seems we'll 'ave ta pass on yer award. Sorry fer the inconvenience. Hope ye liked this one too.

TheSiriusSparrow: Well, I doubt that this is what ye call updatin' soon. Aye, I 'ave ta decide wha' is gonna become of this Sam villain. Maybe 'e can jus' fade into the background... I don't know. As fer the plot developin', I hope it is, I don't really know about that either! Thanks fer reviewin'.