I work at Hungry Jack's. For those 'o live outside of Perth, Western Australia, Hungry Jack's is our version of Burger King. Aye, I know, such an intelligent individual shoul'nt b'workin' in fast food. But I 'ave a request. Nex' time ye go t'ye local Burger King an' th'line in five hundred people long an' there's only one girl on front counter, please be kind. Don' shout obscenities. Don' give the girl ten dollar bribes t'give ye yer burger early. An' don' spill drinks all over the 'lil screen where ye orders come up. Much appreciated. I don' own Pirates of the Caribbean.

"Elizabeth made an advance on you last night, didn't she?" Will stated accusingly as he met a hurried looking Jack swaggering up the hall towards him. Jack stared at him for a moment, trying to remember what he was referring to. A flashback of Elizabeth placing her hand on his thigh jolted him back to reality and he shuddered. Will frowned. Jack shook his head resolutely.

"Will, we 'ave more important problems on our hands right now. Me crew-" he started hastily, trying to get past Will.

Will blocked his way and cut him off, "What happened?"

Jack searched his genius for an easy answer that would not seem like he was brushing the issue off but also one that would not bring on an eight hour sob session with the lad. He considered, but for a moment, hitting Will over the head with a blunt object to knock him out for a good hour or so, making him easier to pass by. Finding nothing suitable on his person, he sighed.

"Look, mate, t'was nothin'. Aye, she came on to me... but it was a very married-to-someone-else sort of advance," he explained.

"A married-to-someone-else sort of advance?" Will repeated questioningly.

"A very married-to-someone-else sort of advance," Jack corrected with a lifted finger, "Now, we 'ave t'get to the Commodore's house."

Will blocked his way again, exasperated, "What do you mean?"

Jack let out a sound of frustration, putting his hand over his mouth to keep from shouting at the lad. Feeling slightly composed, he placed a reassuring hand on Will's shoulder.

"I believe she said somethin' like, "Jack. Could ye please tighten me corset which seems t'have very inconveniently and completely by accident come loose... ye sexy beast, you."," Jack added jokingly, hoping to loosen up the tense looking Will.

"That's not funny, Jack," Will growled as the pirate tried to get by again. Jack nodded apologetically. Although he had found the last part of Elizabeth's quote rather amusing himself.

"Look, Will, the lass was drunk. Ye can't blame 'er fer bein' charmed by me dashingly handsome good looks while she was drunk," he smiled, flicking the air.

Will scowled.

"I know, not funny," Jack scolded himself on Will's behalf, "But I really must get goin' right now."

He finally slipped past the man, who followed at a close distance behind him as he made haste for the stairs. Unfortunately, he met the other half of the Turner couple on the deck, pacing worriedly. Penitence flooded Elizabeth's features when she spotted Jack, who fought against the urge to run. A guilty Elizabeth was almost as frightening as an angry one.

"Jack, I'm so sorry! I had to tell him or I simply would not have been able to live with myself. I'm so embarrassed, Jack. I made a right fool of myself, didn't I? Oh, I'm so sorry!" she apologized profusely in one breath.

"Aye, aye, very nice, luv," Jack brushed off without a second glance, hoping to get off the Pearl very soon for the first time in his life. Elizabeth stared after him for a second before chasing after him with her husband.

"You're just going to walk off? I apologized and you're not even going to accept it?" she grit, planting herself in front of him so he couldn't walk off the gangplank. Jack sighed loudly.

"Consider yer apology accepted," he told her quickly, trying desperately to get past.

"That's not a real acceptance!" she insisted stubbornly.

"What d'ye want me t'do?" Jack roared back. Elizabeth snapped her mouth shut and Jack moaned, regretting shouting at her. It was hard work having the morals of a gentleman and the motives of a pirate.

"I'm sorry. An' there's nothin' fer ye t'apologize t'me fer anyways, Elizabeth. The attention of a woman is never somethin' t'apologize fer," he told her with mock seriousness before gently steering her out of his way and making a beeline down to the docks.

Elizabeth and Will paused for a moment before following the hurried pirate. They each asked several times for explanation but all they got in answer was Jack muttering about his crew and the Commodore being a 'bloody scoundrel'. They were none the wiser when Jack knocked loudly on Norrington's front door.

Jack was caught totally off guard when instead of the butler opening the door, Christina appeared. Her agape jaw showed she was in much the same position.

"I... I was just about to come see you," Christina mumbled, apparently embarrassed.

"Where's the butler?" Jack frowned.

"Day off," Christina answered numbly.

"I need t'see the Commodore," Jack informed her.

"...What for?" Christina asked in puzzlement.

"None of yer business!" Jack snapped. Elizabeth and Will looked at him in suprise as Christina bit her lip and opened the door wider so that they could enter. She quietly slipped into the next room without a word.

"What was that about?" Will hissed at Jack.

"What was what about?" Jack muttered.

"Why did you shout at Chris like that?" Elizabeth demanded.

"I didn't shout. I simply informed her that the matter I am here t'see the Commodore about does not concern her," he sniffed. Will and Elizabeth rolled their eyes at his elusiveness.

"They had a fight," the couple sighed in unison. Jack rolled his eyes dramatically back at them, mimicking.

Just then, Norrington entered with Christina just behind him.

"Mr Sparrow?" he frowned.

"Commodore Norrington," Jack grit in return.

"... What can I do for you?" Norrington asked hesitantly.

"Ye can do somethin' about me men still bein' locked up, that's what ye can do," Jack replied furiously.

The Commodore lifted his brows in suprise, "I released your men last night. You were here when I gave the order."

"Well it would appear that yer authority on the matter 'as been undermined as me men an' other companions are still in jail," Jack informed him.

"Are you sure?" Will asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

"Nay, Will. Jus' thought I'd come abuse the Commodore as a leisurely mornin' activity. Ye know, maybe even make a day of it," Jack spat sarcastically.

"Oh, would you lighten up for God's sake, Jack. James, can you please come with us to the jail and sort this out?" Elizabeth sighed. Everyone else seemed pleased that she had told the pirate what they were thinking. Everyone but Jack. It seemed to worsen his foul mood further still.

The Commodore obliged and soon he, Will and Elizabeth and Jack were headed for the jail, Christina following at a safe distance behind. She didn't want to attract any of Jack's anger, that she may have caused, her way.

Jack noticed this but chose to let her worry herself into a frenzy so he wouldn't have to waste the energy. She was doing a good job of it too, she averted her eyes and wrung her hands together nervously anytime he looked in her general direction.

There was still utter and absolute chaos in the jail. A little tired now, after being left in their cells the whole night but also angry at the same fact, the pirates shouted in glee when they spotted Jack and snarled obscenities when they saw the Commodore.

"Jack! Where 'ave ye been, ye daft fool?" Ana Maria asked furiously.

"I waited fer ye all t'come back t'the Pearl las' night, woman! Bet ye were all sleepin' while I waited fer five hours," Jack accused.

"I'll bet ye were sleepin', ye scoundrel!" Ana Maria narrowed her eyes. Jack looked away as if distracted and she smirked.

"Jack, 'ave ye come t'get us out, then?" Mr Gibbs piped up, starting everyone else up too. Jack motioned for the Commodore to take over the show.

"Why have these men not been released, officers?" Norrington demanded.

The two guards from the night before were still there and Jack and Christina rolled their eyes simultaneously. Guard number one gulped nervously.

"We have been told to keep them in custody until further notice, sir."

"Who in the heavens told you that? I requested that they be released," Norrington frowned.

"We know, Commodore," guard number two muttered.

"Well?" Norrington prompted impatiently.

"Shortly after we got word from you, we were commanded to not release the prisoners," guard two explained.

"Who commanded you!" Norrington exclaimed, exasperated at the guards' poor question answering skills.

"The Admiral of the Fleet, sir. Admiral Steeling," guard number two told him apologetically.

"The Admiral overruled my command?" Norrington asked, reeling in shock. The guards nodded.

"There's nothing I can do, Mr Sparrow. You'll have to take it up with the Admiral, I'm afraid," he told Jack, almost penitent.

"Have to take what up with me?" another voice sounded.

All heads turned to see a very slightly older looking but much more regal looking gentleman coming down the stairs. Jack scowled before another word had left the man's mouth, filled with loathing for him already.

"Admiral Steeling," Norrington greeted with a tight smile.

"So yer the one 'o locked me men up?" Jack scowled.

"You must be Captain Sparrow. Pleased to make your acquaintance," the Admiral offered his hand. Jack eyed it for a long time before the man casually put it back down.

"These are your men, I understand?" Steeling continued.

"Some of 'em. Th' rest are the men ye haven't been intelligent enough t'catch 'till now," Jack replied detachedly.

"'Till now," the Admiral repeated pointedly. A uproar sounded from the cells.

"I had an agreement with the Commodore that they would be released," Jack stated testily.

"Well, your agreement was, in fact, rather illegal and had been voided," the Admiral informed him matter of factly.

"In case ye haven't noticed, mate, the term 'illegal' doesn't hold a lot of weight in my books," Jack reminded him impatiently.

"I am full aware of that, Captain Sparrow. But I expect that once you take the time to realize that that term is what's keeping your men locked up, it will hold a somewhat heavy weight in your books," the Admiral replied unaffectedly.

"So how can we get them released legally?" a voice asked quietly. All heads turned to see Christina eyeing the Admiral, waiting for an answer.

"You must be the Commodore's fiancée. Nice to meet you, Miss Lacimore," the Admiral greeted warmly, "I understand your wedding is on Saturday?"

"Would ye just answer the question?" Jack frowned at the Admiral before Christina could reply. The Admiral sighed resignedly.

"At the moment, there is no way that you can have them released. They are pirates that I do not deem fit to set loose in Port Royal so they shall remain in the jail until the situation changes," he told them.

"Right," Jack muttered before abruptly storming up the stairs. Everyone else stared after him, suprised that he was giving up so early. The only person to follow after him was Christina, Will, Elizabeth and the Commodore stayed to further plead their case.

"Jack!" Christina called after the hurried pirate. Jack turned his head and kept walking at the same pace.

"What are you going to do?" Christina asked worriedly.

"What d'ye mean, what am I goin' t'do? I'm goin' t find a way t'get them out," Jack replied sharply.

"Illegally?"

"Were ye not there when the man said that illegally was the only way?"

"He said that there was no way you could do it legally. I don't think he meant that you should then go and find some illegal way to do it."

"Well, it would appear that we heard different things from the same mouth, then."

Christina caught up, short of breath although Jack did not slow his pace to accommodate for her. They kept walking for a moment in silence before Christina spoke again.

"I want to help," she told him resolutely.

"A lady springing a few dozen pirates out of jail. That'd make fer amusin' headlines, t'be sure," Jack smirked.

"Jack, I'm serious," Christina insisted.

"I assure ye I can manage," Jack replied gruffly. Christina stopped.

"For goodness' sake, I'm sorry, Jack."

Despite all of his urges to keep walking in a hurry- all though there really wasn't much of one, he wouldn't be able to get his men out until that night anyway- he slowly drifted to a stop and turned to face her. He saw the distress on her face that he had caused and took a deep breath.

"What was that?"

"I'm sorry. I was wrong. You were right. I shouldn't have said what I did last night... None of it was true," Christina admitted humbly.

"I was right," Jack repeated, a triumphant smile twitching at his mouth. Christina nodded.

"I was just afraid of what could happen if James did know about... the hall," she mumbled.

"But it appears ye did deny yer way out of that one," Jack said all knowingly.

Christina lifted her chin, "He denied my way out of it. Said he simply could not believe a word that bloody pirate uttered."

"He called me a 'bloody pirate'?" Jack lifted his brows in suprise.

"Well, no. He called you 'Mr Sparrow'. I do wish he would be more dramatic about these things," Christina smirked. Jack chuckled.

"Fine. I'll accept yer offer t'help... but not because I need to... an' it doesn't mean I've forgiven ye," he added gruffly.

"Why would you accept my help if you didn't need it when you haven't forgiven me?" Christina asked teasingly.

"Listen, woman, stop askin' questions an' get workin' on ideas," Jack ordered as he started stalking towards the Pearl again.

Christina only grinned and followed.

An' now they're goin' ta spring out Jack's crew. Shoul' make fer an interestin' chapter, I reckon. Well, at least I 'ope so. Ye would think that I coul' make it interestin' right? Blast, now I made meself nervous n' all. Be kind. I'm insecure.

angedemusica: Well, I doubt ye'll read this fer a while yet but I'm glad ye liked the first chapter, luv. I hope ye do come back fer more. We all do... God, I'm weird t'night. Sorry.

Ailuro: Sorry fer gratin' on yer nerves, lass. I honestly didn' even think of those things! Oops. I guess, maybe, Jack an' Chris could've been so far below an' away from the deck tha' they couldn' hear the crew no more... Nay, no excuse. I've tried ta be more careful with this chapter but I think some of the characters may 'ave slipped out of character. Here's t'hopin' I'm the only one who picked up on it this time.

Siriusly Sirius Lily Black: Elizabeth apologized. Are ye happy now? Eh? She's really torn up over wha' ye said, lass. Been in tears fer days now. Gettin' on me nerves, t'be brutally honest. An' Chris wasn' too pleased t'hear wha' ye said 'bout her, neither. Rather pissed actually. But she figured she didn' really want people thinkin' of her as cold hearted or nothin' so she apologized too. Jack got two apologies this chapter. He's rather chuffed.

Karibbean: Don' worry none, luv. Me thinks Jack woul' find it humanly impossible t'keep outta everyone's way. Hope ye liked this one.

MariAmber: Glad ye liked chapter 14. Hope ye enjoyed this one too. Cheers!