I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this chapter... :groans: Yea, tis lame and I had noknowledge of how to write Jack. He seems sooo mean here:smacks self: I'm such afoosnit when it comes towriting Jack :lol: but I love him so!

Disclaimer: If it's Disney, it's belongs to the singing, dancing mouse with his own amusment park. (Yes, I have been watching Muppet Treasure Island...)

The next morning, Meg woke up in her bed. At first she thought nothing of it. But after rubbing her eyes and shaking her head it hit her that she fell asleep at the desk. She looked over at her chair where her cloak and coat and other belongings were. Meg's weapons were gone.

"Bloody pirates…' Meg murmured. She walked up on the deck without her cloak and coat, and looked about. The Pearl was back. Of course, it was a bit of a mistake when she came up. Jack sprung out and, before Meg knew it, Will had too come out and held her wrists. Meg glared at them.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked. Jack only smirked. Meg strained at Will's grasp. Jack began to circle her.

"Well, it all starts out as this," he began. "Your brother never wanted you out at sea alone and yet you are. I spoke to him about a month ago and he said to take you off your ship," Meg stared at the floor.

"Without struggle…" Jack brought his hand to Meg's chin and forced her to look at him.

"Now, you have two choices. Your ship, you can either sell it, or let it be crashed to smithereens on those rocks," Jack nodded toward some very sharp, pointy, dangerous rocks. Meg looked at them and omitted a small gasp.

"Choose…and then I'll tell you the rest of your brother's little deal,"

"R-r-rocks…."

Jack let out a fake sigh.

"It's a shame really…but if you say so. Now, as for you…you can either die with your ship or…come with me…"

Meg closed her eyes as she felt tears coming to them. She bowed her head.

"I'll go with…with…with y-you…" she said in a low voice. Jack's smile grew bigger.

"Right. Go get your belongings," he nodded at Will who let go and Jack shoved her down the stairs. There were only five so it didn't hurt much.

"Jack," said Will. "Don't you think you are being a little rough? After all—,"

Jack flashed a dangerous look and Will nodded slowly and went back to the Pearl.

Meg found an old linen bag in her room. She pulled off the bed sheet from her bed and stuffed it into the bag, along with the journal and an extra shirt and a pair of breeches. She also threw in a slightly more feminine outfit, just in case, and shoes to go with it. More tears came to her eyes. How could she have been so foolish? Meg knew that she should not have trusted Jack so much in the beginning. Just because he was loyal in the movie, didn't mean he was like that in real life! Meg pulled on her coat, cloak and a belt (Jack had taken the other one). She looked around the room, checking if there was anything else she would like to take. There was nothing. Meg sighed and began to trudge out.

Jack was standing at the top of the stairs with some bonds in his hands. Once Meg met him, he tied her hands together.

"You be good, love…I don't know if I can trust you," he whispered in her ear. Meg nodded and looked around her ship one last time.

"You have no idea…but somehow I trust you…" she murmured.

"What was that, love?"

Meg looked at the deck. Jack pulled her chin up again.

More than anything, she wanted to be back in her own time. A single tear dropped from her eye.

"I…I do trust you…"

Jack smirked and shook his head. Meg looked down again.

"I have to earn Jack's trust," she thought. Meg looked up determined. There was a rope tied between the two ships. Jack pulled Meg over to it. He wrapped his arm around her waist and swung across. They landed on the Black Pearl's deck. Jack shoved Meg away and she hit the wood hard. She winced. Jack squatted next to her.

"Now, while you are on my ship, you are to do whatever I tell you, understand?" he said in a low voice, putting extra emphasis on 'my' and 'whatever'. Meg nodded slowly. Jack pulled her up by her arm and led her to his quarters. Without a word, he shoved her against the bed, walked out, closed the door and locked it. Meg stared after him. The captain was not in a good mood.

Around an hour later, Meg had finally cut her bonds. She now leaned her back against the side of the bed. Tears tempted to fall from her eyes but she was determined not to cry, especially when Jack was only yards away. She heard the door being unlocked. Meg hoped it was Jack to make everything right but it wasn't. It was Will. He closed the door behind him and stood over Meg.

"I'm sorry for what happened today," he said quietly. Meg shook her head.

"It's not you're fault…"

"I know. It's only…well…Jack's been having a bit of trouble in Tortuga with Scarlet and Giselle,"

"Oh,"

Will nodded.

"And he isn't keen on trusting women at the moment either,"

Meg nodded and looked around.

"Will…is what Jack said about my brother true?"

Will nodded again.

Suddenly Jack walked in. He looked from Will to Meg (who glanced at him and then looked away) and back to Will.

"And what might we be doing in here?" Jack asked.

"Nothing," Will replied. "Only speaking with Meg." Jack looked at Meg again, who was still choosing not to look back at him.

"Will," started Jack, still looking at Meg. "Go see if Gibbs needs any help from you,"

Will nodded and walked out, closing the door behind him. Jack walked around to Meg. She sighed a little.

"You know, I really wish I didn't have to be like this to you…" Jack said. This remark caused Meg to look up.

"What?"

"That was a nice ship, and I had to go and let you destroy it,"

"Wait a minute," Meg stood up. "You could have stopped me? You had orders from my brother!"

Jack smirked.

"Aye, I did,"

Meg glanced around.

"What makes my brother so high and mighty as to order you around, anyway?"

"That's a good question," Jack sat down on his bed. "You're brother is one of the greatest pirates in the seven seas...er,after me.He has at least twelve ships out at any one time," Meg stared at him a little surprised. Jack smiled again. "Well, that's the first time you've actually given me some other look besides a scowl,"

Meg blinked.

"Well…"

"Nevermind that, love," Jack shook his head and looked at the floor for a moment. Meg folded her arms across her chest, waiting for Jack to say something. He sighed and looked up again.

"Now, you see that hammock over there?" he nodded to a corner in the cabin. Meg looked over at it. "That's yours. That is where you will be sleeping as long as you are on my ship," The girl nodded and dragged her bag over to it. She turned around and looked back at Jack who was watching her.

"So, you're basically my guardian for a while?" she asked.

Jack nodded and stood up. Meg tensed a little, wondering what he was going to do.

"We're going to Tortuga tonight," he said. Meg blinked. Didn't Will say something about Jack having trouble there?

"Oh, all right," she said.

"And you can come out now, if you want," Jack began to walk out and Meg quickly followed.

She stood around most of the day watching Jack's every move. Meg was beginning to think that she maybe couldn't trust him right off but something in her gut told her to. She wished that she could have a hug from somebody. No matter how cheesy it sounded, she needed some sort of affection. Near mid afternoon, Meg went back in the cabin and kicked off her boots. She laid down the hammock entitled to her and covered herself with her cloak. She tried to fall asleep but she only zoned out and stared into space. No thoughts entered her mind. It slowly became darker and evening took over the afternoon. Will knocked on the door. When Meg didn't answer, he came in.

"We're going ashore," he said. Meg blinked and looked at him for a moment.

"Am I allowed?" she asked as she got up. Will cocked his head.

"Of course, why not?"

"It only seems like I was taken hostage," she shrugged and slipped her feet inside her boots.

"Jack's already gone," Will said as Meg passed him and put on her cloak. She turned around and looked up it him.

"That doesn't surprise me…"

"Why not?"

"He doesn't care about me so he would send you to get me,"

"Meg, he does care about you--,"

"In what way?"

Will paused.

"Umm,"

Meg smiled at Will.

"See?"

Will looked at the floor and then back at Meg.

"I was only trying to make you feel better,"

"I'm fine, Will. I just miss my ship, is all. I know I had the choice to sell it and maybe buy it back later but…and then, I haven't been around Jack since I was young and even now I don't remember him because according to him, I lost my memory and… " She noticed she was rambling. "Nevermind…"

Will was giving her a sympathetic look. Meg sighed and shook her head.

"Are we going to go, or are you just going to listen to me?" she asked. Will smiled and started for the remaining dinghy. Meg followed. She felt like she needed something to drink, badly. As Will was rowing, she looked at Tortuga as it neared. Meg bet herself that she would probably enjoy herself more if Jack didn't hate her. He never said that he hated her, but that was the effect that his attitude had on the girl. Will tied the boat to the dock and outstretched his hand to Meg. She glanced at it and pulled herself up onto the dock without his help. Will shrugged and started for The Faithful Bride; Meg followed.

:bangs head repeatedly on the desk and then sits up: I'm OK! R&R and tell me how lame it is :lol:Hopefully you will think it gets better...cause it kinda does. I have nine chapters written so far...and I wrote the tenth one late last night...so you better behappy when I get them up. :lol: Just kidding, throw your dirty socks at me if you hated it...cause then I'll steal them and wash 'em and then wear them. ...Ok, that came from no where...haha!TALLY HO!