Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own POTC or any of its canon characters. Everything else in this story, however, is mine.
Prologue
Will hammered the last piece in place. Setting his tools down, he stood up and stretched. He had been up all night repairing a jail cell that had been damaged in a recent attack on the port.
"You finally done making all that racket?" the young woman in the other cell asked.
Will shot her a look. "I wouldn't be here in the first place if your ship hadn't blasted our town with your cannons." The woman shrugged as though it made no difference. "As a matter of fact," he continued, "you probably wouldn't be here either".
She rolled her eyes. "Now there's a brilliant observation. It doesn't really matter. I'll get out of here…somehow." She gave him a meaningful look.
"No," he said shortly.
The young woman tried to look innocent. "No what?"
"No I'm not helping you," he replied.
"Why not? It's rather easy, actually. The keys are right over there. You grab them, toss them to me, and I'm out of here. We never met."
"I promised my wife I would stay out of trouble while she's away. Besides, I've learned my lesson about helping pirates."
She cocked her head quizzically. "Who said I'm a pirate?"
"A lucky guess," he replied, picking up his tools. "If you'll excuse me, I really need to get back to my shop."
As he climbed the stairs, he heard her mutter, "I will get out."