A/N: Don't really know what to say, other then I hope you like this chapter. Oh yeah,

DISCLAMER: I don't own any of the characters other then Meg

Twelve years later

A loud thump rang out as she jumped of the boat and onto the deck. Her messy hair flopped in her face like seaweed, and the gold bangles on her wrists clanged softly, catching the light of the fire in front of her. Her clothes caught the wind like sails do as she ran to keep up with Jack.

Jack was crouched behind a large barrel. As she became level with him, he looked up.

"Meg, why aren't ya back at the Pearl?" He growled softly.

She shrugged. "Thought you could use some help, Da."

"Well, get down!"

She crouched next to Jack and lent over to him. "Why are we in Tortuga again?"

Jack flexed his fingers to stop himself from hitting her. "I'm – "

"We."

Jack shook his head. The girl did have determination. She was defiantly Will's daughter.

But she didn't know about her birth father.

"Alright," Jack said, "We are going to rob that jewellers over there."

Meg looked. It was a tiny shop, and if Jack hadn't pointed it out she would have missed it. But her eyes lighted up when she saw the beautiful items in the window.

"Ok," Meg murmured softly, "I'll be the diversion." Before Jack could stop her, she got to her feet and took off towards the shop.

Jacks hands grasped uselessly at the air where she was seconds ago sitting.

"Bloody woman." He said to himself. He pulled himself up and went over to the jewellers.

Meg was talking to the man who owned the shop. She had him come to her in a corner of the shop, and he was telling her about the pearl necklace that was behind his bench.

"Wonderful, worth so much. I had my boys go down on the each to find the pearls for me – "

Meg stiffened as she heard the door faintly open. She didn't show it though. "Is the string strong?" She asked her man. His back was to Jack, and didn't notice him.

Jack pulled out a bag from his pocket. He began to stuff brooches, necklaces, bracelets and rings into his satchel.

"… A heard of cows could not brake this string, it is the best made…"

Jack shoved the last thing into his bag. He slowly edged his way from the shop.

Then Meg glanced over the man's shoulder. The man followed her gaze.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" He roared. Jack bolted. Meg went to follow, but the man grabbed her upper arm. "You're coming with me." He wheezed, pulling her closer. Meg struggled, but the old man's grip was surprisingly strong. "You'll be locked away, young lady." He ranted on, shaking her. "You'll be put away, and not even the crows – "

The man's eyes suddenly glassed over. He fell forward, revealing Jack, with his sword bloody.

Meg blushed. "I did have him fooled, you know, up until I looked at you – "

Jack just glared at her. "Told you to stay on the boat, didn't I?"

"Well, I thought tha' you could use some help –"

"Didn't I, savvy?"

Meg looked away. "Might've dropped a friendly suggestion tha' if I wanted to, I could stay on the boat…"

"Ah, but when is a friendly suggestion saying, 'Stay on the boat'?"

Meg scowled at the floor. Then she looked up and cocked her head. She could hear faint voices.

"What's all the yelling from over there?"

"Better take a look."

Meg groaned.

"What?"

"Come on, the Navy's coming."

The two pirates took off, out of the shop and back to their boat.

"Do you have your sword?" Jack called to her.

"I left it on board!"

Jack swore to himself. "You have to think more, lass!"

The Navy went to investigate the shop. One of them stopped and pointed out to the harbour.

"Commodore, look!"

Commodore Norrington followed the man's finger.

"Captain Jack Sparrow." He muttered. "Let's go. Gun's out."

"I do think! I thought you might like some help!"

"Bloody hell love, I think I can look after me self!"

Suddenly, bullets showered the air. "Stop right there, Mr Sparrow!" Commodore Norrington yelled.

"Oh no." Jack groaned. "Come on, Meg, go faster!"

The Navy chased them, their guns flaring.

"Do we kill?" One asked.

"Oh, if you can."

Meg's eyes lit up. The boat! She could see it! A burst of adrenaline pumped through her legs as she ran faster, leaving Jack a few metres behind her.

"Don't go to the boat!" He yelled. She turned to look at him.

"Why not?"

"Just come 'ere!"

Meg followed her father. They ran around the dock, and hid in an alley.

Meg squatted on the floor, gasping for breath. So did Jack. There faces where both shining with sweat.

The Navy walked around the dock, searching for the two pirates. "Where did they go?" Asked one.

Norrington looked around. "My uncle had problems with Sparrow as well. He told me that when I got this position."

"Hard to believe that was only a month ago, Edward. James is very proud of you, I'm sure.

Edward Norrington nodded, then looked around for any clues. "We'll find you Jack." He muttered.

"What now?" Meg asked breathlessly.

"Alright…" Jack groaned. "I'll be the diversion this time.

Jack pulled himself up, and with a pat on the head for Meg, he sauntered out of his hideaway.

"Evening, gentlemen."