Afternoon,

Hey everyone, sorry I haven't updated for a while, having a puppy is like having a kid (except puppies are cuter) Anyway, thanks to all of my reviews, I love them!

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Grateful For Greg: Thanks! … Hey, why did you change your pen name? You had me confused!

MeraSparrow: Hey thanks! Yeah don't worry, I have heaps of panic attacks (my friends call them spazzos) as well, I can relate!

Ogreatrandom: Cheers mate, much appreciated! And thanks for reading that other story; I can't tell you how much it means to me! Thank you.

Little Karma: To be honest, I have no idea where it's going. Thanks for reviewing!

Spikes-Black-Goddess: LOL gotta love the cool reviewer people! Have you posted your POTC fan fic yet? I looked for it, but couldn't find it.

Thanks everybody, keep reviewing!

Love from the boiling hot chick Down Under,

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Meg sighed. "Done." She said to no one in particular, putting the needle down on the bed and the newly mended shirt back in the basket.

Amy snored in reply. She had fallen asleep from exhaustion after doing two pieces of clothing.

The door rattled and the captain walked in. "You finished?" He barked.

Amy sat bolt upright. ""Don't want any more pumpkin!" She screamed stupidly.

Both Meg and the captain ignored her. "Aye." Meg answered, handing the basket to the captain roughly.

"Good lass." He growled, taking the basket and walking out of the room. "Come on then."

Meg and Amy pulled themselves to their feet and walked after them. Meg swaggered a bit, pins and needles shot up both legs. She gripped the slimy rail up to the staircase for support and pulled herself up.

"Who are you, anyway?" Meg asked. Maybe her father had mentioned him…

"Captain James Bear."

Meg stopped dead in her tracks. It was then she realised she wouldn't be going home.

"Ok Jack. I want to know where my daughters are." Elizabeth demanded, hands on hips.'

"Captain, love. And I thought I told you ta look after the sails."

Elizabeth fiddled with some ropes. Jack was silent for a few minutes, and Elizabeth was sure he wasn't going to answer. But as he stared out to sea, be begun to talk to her.

"I 'onestly don't know where they are, lass. The note… all it said was tha' someone 'ad the girls. 'E asked for… something I 'ave… but it's on the Black Pearl. 'E's defiantly a pirate, 'cause 'e know about all of the gold I 'ave. All I can think about doin' is ta go and try to find them."

This speech was followed by an angry silence on Elizabeth's part.

"You're saying you have no idea who has my daughters', and you are just planning on sailing around for a while to find them?" She asked, trying to keep her voice under control. She was sure she was about to cry.

"Well, that's part of the plan – "

"NO!" Elizabeth screamed. She dropped the ropes she was holding and stormed up to Jack. She clung onto the wheel, making the boat shift dramatically to the left.

"WATCH IT!" Jack roared, yanking it back the other way.

"LISTEN TO ME!"

Jack jumped and stared at Elizabeth. "What?"

"I WILL TELL YOU WHAT THE PLAN IS!" She screamed, well beyond reasoning with.

Jack tried anyway, "I didn't tell you – "

"YOU DON'T KNOW YOURSELF! THIS IS WHAT WE WILL DO: WE WILL GO AND FIND THE BLACK PEARL. THEN WE WILL GET WHATEVER THIS PIRATE WANTS, GO GIVE IT TO HIMA ND GET MY DAUGHTERS BACK! I DON'T THINK YOU REALISE HOW IMPORTANT THEY ARE TO ME! WE WILL GET THEM BACK, NOT HARMED, AND WE WILL ALL GO BACK TO MY HOUSE AND HAVE A NICE LIFE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, CAPTAIN SPARROW?"

Jack's eyes widened. Elizabeth's hair was now hanging in her face, and her face was red with all of the yelling. He recalled a time like this, long ago. They where on an island, and Elizabeth was trying to convince him that they could save Will…

"And 'ow do you expect we go about that, love? We 'ave no idea who 'as the girls. You think we'll give out posters?" He said mockingly.

Elizabeth took a step back and jiggled her hip uncomfortably. "Oh."

"And for your information, Ms Turner, I 'appen ta love Meg as much as ya love the other one. So don't you dare say I don't care. 'Cause I do. I'll cut out my 'eart and eat it before I'd let anythin' 'appen ta Meg."

Jack gazed out towards the ocean again, trying to forget about the burning feeling in the back of his throat.

Elizabeth stood beside him, feeling guilty. She didn't doubt he would cut out his heart for Meg. She semi-consciously hugged herself insecurely.

"I'm sorry Jack." She finally whispered, staring at the floor of the boat and wishing it would swallow her.

Jack gave her a sideways glance and put his arm around her shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze. "It's alright, love. I know it's hard." He muttered, hastily letting her go.

"This is so sick." Meg muttered to herself. Not that anyone could hear it above Amy's terrified screams.

"Enjoying yourselves, ladies?" Captain Bear yelled up to them, grinning wickedly.

Meg squirmed, but the rope attaching her to the pole just burnt her skin. She cast a glance over to Amy. She didn't seem to care about the red welts appearing rapidly across her arms in a pathetic way to get free.

He had tied them to the tallest mast on the boat. He had climbed up, first with Amy and then with Meg, just above where the sails stopped. This had apparently been done before. Captain Bear had blunt nails hammered into the wood dor support for his feet, and there were stains of blood on it as well.

Meg peered down dizzily. The pole was almost twenty feet above the boats floor, twenty-five to the water.

Amy screamed beyond reason. Here she was, not only tied to a pole, but also giving the pirates a clear view up her dress. Perfect.

Amy screamed constantly for half an hour, and then realised that no one was coming to save her. She turned to Meg.

"Pirate girl. Will they get us down in the morning? Will they feed us?"

Meg considered this, and then reminded herself that she was Jack Sparrow's (kind of) daughter, and he was Captain James Bear.

"Amy, we're as good as dead."