AN: My Muse is back! I picked up the Visual Guide and the junior novelization to Dead Man's Chest. Definitely worth a read for all you diehards out there. Two more weeks, guys!

I really do apologize for this taking so long. My muse kind of ran off on me for a long time. Probably had something to do with starting college.

I'm in the process of revamping this a bit. I'm only changing a few minor details, ie. How Jack and Evelyn get the Pearl, etc. to fit in better with Dead Man's Chest. I've also done some editing.

This story contains SPOILERS! If you don't want to be spoiled, then wait until you've seen the movie, and then read it, okay? Okay!

Every Rose Has It's Thorns

Chapter Four: The Capture

Four years later:

Jack Sparrow sat on a dock in a port on an island in the East Indies waiting for Evelyn to come out of the hold of The Proteus. She had been checking the stock for the captain for items that needed to be picked up while they were on land.

Evelyn was much older now. She was seventeen. Old enough to be an adult or to be married and have children, but she wouldn't have her life any other way. Gone now were the childlike features that she once had. She was taller now, but not by much. She was also much braver than she was when she was young. She also had become feisty and determined, which also made her stubborn. She was clearly blossoming into a woman. Jack had began to look at her as an equal. He also was beginning to see that she had grown. He somehow felt proud about that.

Jack was getting slightly impatient when Evelyn emerged from the hatch holding a list in her hand. "Finally!" Jack said standing, "I was just about to leave ye."

Evelyn glared at her friend. "Then I'd o' had ter track ye down and kill ye." She smiled and began to follow him into the streets of the small port town.

Evelyn noticed a bird out of the corner of her eye. It was a raven. She stared at it with interest. She started to slow up as she watched the bird intently.

"Wat?" Jack asked.

"That bird." She stopped.

"Wat of it? It's a raven, luv." Jack answered, pulling on her.

"I wouldn't mind having one fer a pet," She grinned.

Jack let out a sigh. "Yer an odd one, ye know that?"

Curious eyes watched them as they made their way through the crowd. Jack caught one particular person staring at them.

"Bloody wonderful," Jack said as he and Evelyn pocketed items at the market.

"Wat is it, Jack?" Evelyn asked.

"That man over there," Jack said pointing to a man in a uniform, "is from the East India Company."

Evelyn looked horrified. Jack grabbed her wrist and started to pilfer objects more carefully. After they were through, the two headed back towards the ship.

Later that evening, after The Proteus had set sail, Evelyn was just starting to lay down to get some rest when Jack came into her quarters.

"I brought ye some rum, luv," Jack said as he entered.

"Thank ye, Jack," Evelyn said as she quickly grabbed the bottle away from him.

"'Ey, now," Jack said taking the bottle back, "tha's not all fer ye. Ye never were much fer sharin', eh?" Evelyn glared at him and then smirked. Jack smirked back. "The Captain was jes' tellin' me o' how 'e thought 'e might retire."

Evelyn's eyes went wide. "Ye don't mean-" she started.

Jack nodded and grinned at Evelyn. "Yes. He's turnin' his title over ter the one and only Jack Sparrow." Evelyn took the bottle of rum back.

"Captain Jack Sparrow." Evelyn corrected.

"I like the sound o' that," Jack said, grinning.

"To Captain Jack Sparrow," Evelyn said as she held up the bottle of rum. She took a swig and handed it to Jack.

"Ter me Firs' Mate," Jack said. He winked at her, and then took a large gulp of rum.

Their celebration was quickly ended however when sounds of shouts and gunfire could be heard up on deck. The two looked at each other in question and in horror and they both ran up to see what all the commotion was. As they reached the hatch door, things seemed to be very quiet. Too quiet, in fact.

Jack carefully poked his head out of the hatch and peered around. Evelyn stood a few feet from the bottom of the ladder.

Jack saw smoke and death everywhere he looked. The deck was covered in his fallen crew mates. He was about to climb back down into the hold when he felt something touch the back of his head.

"Move and I'll shoot," A voice said into his ear. Jack stayed absolutely still.

"Wat's goin' on, Jack?" Evelyn asked from below, oblivious to the fact that her best friend was being held at gun point.

"Now slowly climb up here, boy," the voice said from behind him. Jack obeyed the man and stood on deck. "You! Down there! Come up here!"

Evelyn stared at the man in contempt. "An' what if I don't?" She said, daring the man who she now recognized as the East India Company agent from the marketplace.

"Jes' do what the man says, luv," Jack said calmly. Evelyn climbed up the ladder with silent protest. Once on deck, she stood next to Jack. Two more agents came from behind them and cuffed them in irons.

"Now, move!" The agent who had pointed the gun at Jack shouted. Jack obeyed with little protest. Evelyn, however, staggered along at a slow pace. It wasn't until one of the agents poked her in the back with a bayonet that she sped up.

The agents took the pair onto their ship and sailed them back to the island they had been on just a few hours ago.

Once the ship had reached the shore, they led them to a small prison. It was dark and had barely any light to see by besides a small window letting in the moonlight. Jack was shoved into a cell. He went in without a fuss. Evelyn attempted to fight the men until they knocked her out with the blunt of a gun. After she was out, they dropped her motionless body into the cell next to Jack's.

AN: Please tell me what you think whether you're a first time reader, or just rereading for the changes!