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"I'm going to die. I'm going to die." Amy hyperventilated, wringing her hands and pacing around the little cabin.

Meg sat on the bed in thoughtful silence. Clearly the captain was no fool. There was no way out of the cabin excepting the door, which was firmly locked. For once in her life, Meg was terrified of pirates. Jack had always been there to rescue her…

The Captain walked onto the harbour and gave an envelope to a young boy who was walking along the dock.

"You there!" He yelled. The boy turned.

"Go give this ta Jack Sparrow. I don't know where he is, bu' you find 'im. I'll give ya three shillings."

The boy's eyes lit up. "Ok. But I want the money now."

"Deal." The captain handed over the money, and the boy took off towards the Swann residence. He had watched the pirate walk up the road to the house a few hours ago.

The boy hammered on the door, and a maid promptly answered it.

"Mat I 'elp you, lad?" she asked softly.

"Can ya give this ta Mr Sparrow?" The little boy asked. The maid nodded, took the envelope and went into the dining room.

"Where are they?" Elizabeth sighed, going to the window the twenty fourth time in the last half-hour.

"Excuse me, may I interrupt?" The maid said, waiting uncertainly at the door.

"Yes Isabelle, what do you want?" Elizabeth asked testily.

"A letter has come for Mr Sparrow." She said, walking over and giving the letter to Jack.

Jack's brow furrowed gently as he took it. He read the short note once. Then again. Then again.

"What?" Elizabeth finally asked, jiggling her hip slightly.

Jack stood up. "C'mon love. The girls are in trouble."

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Meg wished she had a clock. She had no idea how long it had been since the pirates had thrown them in the cabin. All she knew was soon after the men had left, the boat had begun to move. They had left Port Royal.

Amy had finally stopped pacing. She lay on the bed next to Meg, every so often groaning slowly.

The door suddenly swung open and in walked the captain. Meg instinctively pulled up her legs and pushed them against her chest. Like a shield.

"C'mon, let's go." He growled, walking over and pulling them both up by their collars.

"How DARE you touch me like that!" Amy cried, withering and twisting, trying to get out of his grip.

Meg walked along side him listlessly, trying to remain calm. Her father had told her that the only way you could get yourself out of sticky situations was to stay calm and think.

The captain pulled them into a room that was obviously his. The bed was dirty, but it was BIG. Cartons of gold sat in the corner, and a rug was across the floor.

Amy began hyperventilating again. "Please, please don't do this! " She begged, clawing his hand with her nails. "I don't want to, please! Have mercy!"

The captain ignored her. Despite herself, Meg began to panic. There seemed to be no where to go.

He dumped them onto his bed. "I want you to mend these." He snarled at them, emptying a bucket of ripped clothes. "Here." He handed them two needles and a reel of cotton.

Meg couldn't help herself. "That's it?" She asked, mystified.

Amy stared at the clothes, thinking what would have been worse.

The captain glared at Meg. "That's hours work, that!" He barked.

"Yeah, but I thought…"

"Love, if I wanted that I would have gone to Tortuga. Now we really need these mended, so get to work."

He left the room, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

Meg picked up a pair of decrepit pants and began to neatly and swiftly sew them back together again. Anna Maria had taught her to fix her own clothes when she was four, so this was easy.

Amy, however, stared at the needle like it was a foreign food.

"Oh for gawds sake, ya can't 'ell me that ya can't mend clothes." Meg snapped angrily.

"The maids always mended my clothes." Amy said, mystified.

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"What are we going to do?" Elizabeth asked.

Jack gritted his teeth and gripped her wrist tighter. "Hire a boat."

"Hire a boat?"

"We 'ave ta rescue them, 'Lizabeth!"

"What about the Black Pearl?"

"They're long gone. We 'ave ta get a new one. You stay here, I'll go get it."

"I'm coming with you!"

Jack sighed. He had forgotten how stubborn Elizabeth could be. "Fine." He snapped. "Just… lay low, alright?"

"Fine." She snapped back coolly.

Jack strode up to the front desk, where a man was sleeping. Elizabeth followed. "Excuse –" She began, but Jack cupped a hand over her mouth. "Shut up!" He hissed. He pulled her along silently, and crept over to the biggest boat there.

"You said we where hiring a boat!" She breathed, as he pulled out a sword and sliced the rope holding the boat onto the Port.

"More like borrowing love." He answered, smirking at her.

"But – "

" 'Lizabeth, just shut up! Come on, get on."

Elizabeth hesitated for a second, and then climbed up behind Jack onto the boat.