G'day y'all,

Yeah, another chapter. I just wanted to thank you all so much for being nice on my reviews. I was reading one girls story (which is quite good, I recommend it) and I realised how good you have all been to me. One person was really horrible to this girl, saying she was a terrible writer and if they where her they would just stop writing. It was really bitchy, and I just wanted to say thanks for all being so nice. Thank you!

And another thing: Everybody, I was wrong. Savvy is NOT a term of endearment! Thanks to everyone who wrote to me explaining it!

Answers:

Nim Fea Edainme: Thanks for reviewing. What is hawt? You wrote Jack's hawt when he says that I don't get it.

DarkoBender: I think my answer to you came off the wrong way. I knew from the start you weren't being mean, you where just pointing out stuff. Thanks for both your reviews, I appreciate them. The ones who point out mistakes do come in handy, so I'm sorry if I sounded all sulky, I didn't mean it! About Meg shrugging it off easily: when she found out it was really more from Jack's point of view. When she ran away, I wrote that she was thinking oh my god, jack's not my Father (something like that) but then it went back to Lizzie and Sparrow. I should have made Meg seem more upset though, you where right.

Ogreatrandom: I finally got your pen name! O great random! I got it! Hee hee hee…

Thanks; I'm glad you thought it was funny. My friend was telling me how she did it to her older sister, and she said I could use it in my story!

MeraSparrow: LOL, I think it would be better if you were more like Meg then Amy!

Savvy!

Shalafi: Meg reminds me of… me! LOL, you feel the same way!

Thanks everybody,

SSM ;)

Meg and Amy walked back to the house in silence. Meg was quietly laughing to herself, and Amy was softly murmuring insults under her breath.

"I can not believe you just did that!" Amy huffed finally.

"I did what ya asked me ta!" Meg replied, eyes wide with mock innocence.

"You made me look like a drama queen!"

"I didn't 'ave ta do anythin' ta make ya look like that!"

"Oh, I don't care. When I get home, I will tell Mother all about your little scheme to kill me."

"I don't like ya, Miss Over-reactor."

"I actually had decided to hate you, Miss Pirate."

"Sparrow. Meg Sparrow."

"No, you still have the same father as I."

"Doesn't mean I have to take your name, now does it?"

"Yeah, but – "

"STOP RIGHT THERE, LASSIES."

The two girls froze and spun around.

In front of them stood about twenty pirates. And not the ones Meg and grown up with. She had never seen any of these people before. The girls took an involuntary step backwards.

"What's a pair of sweet 'ickle girlies doin' out at night?" One smirked. Meg glanced at him. He was obviously the captain, with his long hat and gold chains.

Amy turned to see the men had formed a circle around them. She began to whimper.

Meg had no idea what to do. Cursing the maid who had made her take off her sword and other weapons, she stood very still and silently, trying to figure out a plan.

Amy, on the other hand, was panicking. She was going to be kidnapped by pirates, she would never see her Mother again, and she would have to eat the dirt off the floor of the cabins to stay alive…

She suddenly had a flashback of her childhood. Her mother telling her something…

"Parley," Amy suddenly yelled at the top of her lungs.

Meg turned to stare at her. "What?" She spat, amazed at the girl's stupidity.

The pirates gaped at her too. "Say again, lass?" The man who had addressed them before asked.

"I call upon the privilege of parley." Amy repeated, folding her arms and feeling quite happy with herself.

Meg sucked in her breath and took a discreet step backwards, meeting two burly pirates who grabbed her upper arms.

"According to the Code of the Brethren set down by the pirates Morgan and Bartholomew," Amy rambled on, trying to remember what her mother had told her, "You have to take me to your captain."

Meg turned to the pirates who where holding her. "I really don't know who she is, 'onestly." Meg muttered.

The man who had talked to her before lent forward and grinned. "Well, aright then lass. I'm the captain. What would you like ta tell me?"

Amy fell silent. The captain smiled again and turned to Meg. "Has your friend got a name, Miss?" He asked her.

Meg glared up at him. "Amy Turner."

The captain squinted at her. "Your walk looks familiar, have I seen you before?"

"Me walk?" She asked, baffled.

"Yes, I'm sure I've seen it. What's your name?"

"Meg Sparrow."

All of the pirates stopped moving at once. They all stared at her in horrified delight.

"Sparrow?" The captain asked, almost breathlessly.

"Yeah."

"Daughter of whom?"

Meg stared up at him, not sure whether to answer. The captain, however, didn't give her a choice. He pulled his gun from his pocket and pointed it at her head. "Tell me ya father's name, girl, or ya brains'll paint this road."

Meg didn't doubt this. "Jack. Jack Sparrow."

The captain smirked and replaced his gun. "Well then, you both will come with me." He said softly, walking away. One of the men grabbed Meg by her waist and tossed her over his shoulder. She knew from experience that the best thing she could do now was to stay dead still.

Amy, alternatively, didn't know this. As one of the pirates lifted her up, she started to kick and scream.

"PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT! THIS IS NOT DIGNIFIED, PUT ME DOWN!"

The pirate who was carrying her thought this was most amusing. "Ohh," He sneered, "What's the bad little girl going to do with me? Oh no, what ever will I do, an eight-year-old is threatening me!"

"I AM TEN, THANK YOU!"

Meg closed her eyes. Being kidnapped with Amy was not going to be that easy.

They reached the dock. Meg franticly searched for the Black Pearl, but it was nowhere to be seen. Instead was a filthy boat in it's place. The sails where obviously once white, but now had so much grit on them that they where a funny shade of grey. The wood was mouldy, and Meg was afraid that was all of the pirates walked over to the deck that it would all collapse.

"Take 'em into cabin twelve." The captain growled at the two pirates who where carrying them.

Meg finally lost it. Shouting over Amy's screams, she bellowed, "WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH US?"

The captain shouted back, "You're father is a very bad man, Miss Sparrow! And he also has a lot of gold!"

"SO YOU'RE STEALING US FOR A RANSOM?"

"Oh, I think we could make a bit of use for you while you're here! See you tonight, ladies!"

The last vision of the top deck Meg saw was the captain, standing in amongst his crew laughing so hard it made her feel sick.

Though that might have just been a headache from Amy's screams.