Thanks for your reviews! I love them so much! So anyway, here's some more story! (This is a bit of a short chapter)

Chapter Three

Jack jumped down the stairs and turned to Gibbs. "'Ere, Gibbs! You be Cap'n for now, somehow I don't think I look respectable enough, whereas you… well, I suppose you'll 'ave to do!" Gibbs smiled at his retreating back, straining to catch his words, "I want to lead the ambush though so don't go rushing into anything till I give the signal!"
"And what is the signal?"
"Err, what was it last time?"
"Was there a last time?"

"Maybe not! Just wait for me to whistle!"

Elizabeth had forced a complaining Will below deck; "No, look I'm sorry! I know according to Jack there shouldn't be any bloodshed, but you know how trustworthy he is!" Will muttered under his breath that that hadn't seemed to bother her when she'd kissed Jack. However Elizabeth tried her hardest to ignore this, and passing a bottle of rum to him, told him not to move. But as soon as she'd closed the door behind her questions exploded in her mind. Will had seen her and Jack kissing? She knew that he suspected something, but she didn't know he had proof! What should she do? Did this mean that it was over between her and Will? A part of her hoped it was but she pushed it away in disgust, and tried to concentrate on the up-coming skirmish. Perhaps, she thought, they would be fooled even further if they saw a woman aboard? Elizabeth hurried to her cabin and took out the only dress and corset she still had. Shuddering at the prospect of wearing the latter of the aforementioned garments she thrust that aside on the basis that it was impractical, and instead slipped on the gown by itself. Giving herself a quick once-over in the full length mirror she noticed with some annoyance that Jack would find her attire hilarious. Nonetheless, she walked purposefully, holding her head up high, up on deck to explain her plan to the Captain.

She had been correct; Jack had to work hard to suppress a smirk at the sight of her. But after a bark of laughter (which he managed to conceal quite effectively behind a cough), he managed to retain his cool. "Well Miss Swann your idea is an admirable one, you want to be careful of schemes like that, you're turning into a PIRATE!" Elizabeth clenched her fists; he could be so infuriating sometimes. Viciously she wrenched a cutlass from a rack of them, now concealed behind a stack of boxes. She might be dressed like a lady but she wasn't going to act like one!

The merchant ship whose side bore the title "The Absconder" was only about 15 yards away now and its crew members were shouting something at the recently empowered Gibbs; "Hello there. Are you on the passage to England?"

"Yes!"

"Do you have items to trade?"

"Yes, you likewise?" He yelled back.

"Yes!" The boats levelled up and a boarding plank was set up between the two. The Pearl's crew moved onto the Absconder, and their crew began to switch over and mingle with those on the Pearl.

Jack smiled to himself; the opportune moment was almost upon them. Quietly he swung himself over from the Pearl by rope. As he did so a similar figure was performing similar actions in reverse at the other end of the ship. The two crews were now half-heartedly talking to each other in an attempt to arrange deals. The tie had come; Jack raised his fingers to his lips, getting ready to whistle when suddenly the sound came from somewhere else entirely, and within the second the two ships were amid a furious confusion as everybody was wielding a cutlass and making lashes at each other. Jack gasped in surprise, then turning his gaze to the Pearl's wheel, where the noise had come from, saw to his horror and resentment that someone, who wasn't Gibbs or in fact a member of his crew, was standing there by the wheel surveying the battle whist attempting to steer the ship away. Cursing, Jack swung himself back aboard the Pearl, and quickly as he could, rushed over to the mystery thief. Upon closer inspection he noticed with amazement that she was a woman. However, Jack wasn't going to let that faze him. Between the little amount of honour he still possessed and the Pearl it was obvious which he'd opt for. So drawing his sword he made a blow at her stomach which she parried effectively. They carried on sparring, not seeming to grow tired, ducking jumping and dodging. The woman's unruly gold hair curled and sprung wildly as she fought, and her perfectly formed jaw was gritted in determination. Jack squinted, trying to get a better look at her face, but her hat was pulled low over her forehead and it left the rest of her face in shadow. Suddenly Jack's wildly oscillating cutlass caught the brim of her head gear and flung it off leaving her countenance bare. He grinned, and was about to lunge at her again when he cried out and reeked back. "Lydia Winters?" She frowned, then recognition sprung into her eyes, "By God, Captain Jack Sparrow!" They stood there staring incredulously at each other for a few moments, then wrapped their arms around each other in a joyful hug, "I missed you so much Jack!"

"You too, you too!" Then the sounds of the battle awakened them from their embrace.

"We'd better stop them!" Lydia smiled.

Jack grinned back at her, then turning yelled as loudly as he could "QUIT IT YOU DISGUSTING MONGERELS, STOP FIGHTING THIS INSTANT!" A sea of confused angry faces were turned up to him; "It seems that we have both made a slight miscalculation, we are in fact both pirate ships posing as merchants!"

A chorus of "Oohs" and "Ahs" rose from the assembled buccaneers.

"Wait, I haven't finished!" screamed Jack. "Not only that but your Captain and I are good mates so they'll be no - and I repeat no - more fighting!"

Lydia stepped up beside him, "Now go and get some rum you useless canines, we're going to have a party!"

Elizabeth sat sucking on a bottle. It was much later and night had fallen. Most of the crew had passed out and were lying in a stupor on the floor. However Jack and his new guest were still talking animatedly. Neither, Elizabeth noticed in astonishment, seemed to have touched their tankards. A penitent pang of jealousy shot through Elizabeth. She wasn't going to let herself be forgotten. So after carefully shifting her stool to the other side of Jack, she lent across him to ask the female Pirate Captain some questions.

OOOOH does Elizabeth have a rival? Don't worry though J/E fans, this won't turn into a JackOC story, it's all part of my grand scheme!