A/N: Okay heres chapter 4 sorry it took ages i been super duper busy in the past week with stuff lol... and i just haven't had time to write anything! and yeah plus I been trying to see if i can contie editing this and yeah... it's rather hard but anyway... here's chapter 4! enjoy! R&R

CHAPTER 4

Sireena looked up and saw a short fat man standing there, a broken bottle clasped firmly in his chubby little hand. "You idiot! You killed him!"

"Leila he's just knocked out…"

"Shut up binkie! Your fat alcoholic boss killed him! He can get arrested for murder you know!" She glanced down at him and gently nudged him with her foot, causing him to groan a bit, "Well…maybe not exactly dead…but he could haemorrhage and then die!"

She jumped back when a platoon of red coats burst through the door, having broken it open at last. "There he is. Over here." One of the men said as they carefully walked down the steps, the lead soldier obviously their leader.

"Excellent work Mr. Brown." He commended regally, Will only shrugged, "You've assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive."

"Just doing my civic duty sir." The fat man, Mr. Brown, replied hiccupping.

"Well I trust you will always remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped. Take him away." The red coats nodded as the hefted the pirate up and over their shoulders and carried him out, the captain soon followed.

"Who does he think he is?" Sireena snapped, "Just waltzing out of here without me!"

Will raised an eyebrow at her and shrugged, "That was Commodore Norrington, and you'd do best to watch what you say around him." Sireena snorted and kept a steady gaze upon the door.

"I'll be back." She said with a snicker, but before Will could say anything she had disappeared out the door.

"Great." He muttered, "Now I'll get into trouble!"

Sireena followed the Red Coats up the darkened cobble streets, her feet feeling the smoothness of the cobblestones. 'I'll have a word with this bloody stiff.' She marched behind him, her dark eyes glittering furiously. She waited until they had walked into what looked like a gaol and stole some shoes she noticed outside one of the shops. She screwed her nose up at them; they were light brown leather with gold buckles at the centre. 'Bugger.' She thought but shoved her feet inside of them anyway.

"Hungry?" she heard a voice say from somewhere behind her. She turned around to see Will, he was holding what looked like a bread roll, "I thought you might want something to eat." She eyed it carefully before taking the offered food.

"You better not have poisoned it Nancy." She smirked before taking a tentative bite, savouring the taste of it in her mouth before swallowing.

"What exactly are you doing?" Will asked curiously, following her gaze back towards the gaol, "Are you planning on helping that pirate escape?" his eyes widened as he said the words, if she was, she would surely be thrown in the gallows and hung for treason!

"No, course not." She said, as if what he had implied was absurd, "Why would I want to break him out? No, I'm waiting for this Commodore guy to come out I want to have a simple word with him." She smiled as she finished devouring the piece of bread, and rubbed her hands together vindictively, "Then we'll see if he notices me."

"You are insane! You know that? You're condemning yourself to instantaneous death!" Sireena raised a sceptical eyebrow at him and shrugged, disregarding his comment, she was sure that the Commodore was decent enough not to hang her, an innocent girl.

"So…Nancy…do you have a real name that I can call you?" she crossed her arms over her chest as she turned to face him, "See I'm getting annoyed with calling you Nancy so I really wish to know your real name, and no f'n games this time please."

Will chuckled at her as she glowered at him and he sighed, conceding into revealing his name to her. "William Turner, but I'm otherwise called Will." He smiled before looking passed her to the gaol, Commodore Norrington had emerged. Sireena noticing his distraction smirked.

"Will aye? Well how about I call you Bill or Bob?" she slapped her thigh in mirth; she knew it was a lame joke but this didn't bother her in the slightest.

"Mr. Turner you're out late aren't you?" Commodore James Norrington strode across to them, his hands clasped firmly behind his back, "Ah I see you have a…companion." Sireena's skin bristled at the Commodore's tone and she spun around to face him, her eyes narrowed.

"I aint his companion, he kidnapped me." Norrington raised one eyebrow at Will and Will found himself starting to simmer in anger, this girl was more trouble than what she was worth.

"Kidnapped you?" Norrington asked, "But why would he kidnap you? You look like a street rat."

"Well you see sir, I was having a discussion with this fat woman, who mind you looked like a pig in a blanket and any-way…" she took a deep breath before continuing, "He just came up to me swept me off my feet, threw me over his shoulder and walked off. I asked him to put me down nicely but he ignored me."

Will glared at her and cleared his throat, "Please forgive my cousin Commodore she's a bit insane. She suffers from amnesia."

"Amnesia my ass you swine!" she shouted, "You bloody kidnapped me! And this bloody peacock's going to arrest you and throw you in a cell and never let you out again! You tried to poison me too!"

"Mr. Turner please try to restrain her I have other important duties to take care of." Norrington smiled curtly before walking away, Sireena noticed it was in the direction of some sort of Fort.

"Ah the stupid git! Let's go burn his fort down!" Will noticed a maniacal gleam in her eyes as he quickly grabbed a hold of her arm.

"No, I think you better come back with me, I don't want to do damage control."

As they walked back towards his smithy Sireena couldn't help but wonder why he had been bothered to help her. She had done nothing to deserve his assistance in fact she had been a thorough bitch about it. "Will why are you helping me?"

The question caught him off guard and he looked down at her, his own dark eyes glittering in befuddlement, "Erm, I don't know." Was all he could answer as he led her along the streets, maintaining a firm grasp on her upper arm, "Something to do I suppose."

"Something to do? But you f'n interrupted my fight with the fat woman!" she declared, "You did it cause it was something to do?"

"No, I did that because Mrs. Winterbourne is a vicious woman who can have you hanged for simply looking at her." He replied simply a smirk playing at his lips. They had arrived at the smithy a short time later and he pushed the door open, he shook his head noticing that Mr. Brown had promptly fallen asleep once more, "and you could have received a lot worse than a simple hanging had I not rescued you from her."

He let her go as he walked across to his previously discarded anvil and began to hammer at a sword he had begun to work on, before going out to look for her. "So…am I permitted to know your true name yet?"

"Nup." She said, walking across to a bench and sitting upon it, swinging her legs, "I like to keep people guessing." She giggled when he looked up at her a look of exasperation upon his tanned features, "and I love to annoy people as well."

Will hammered away at the sword, turning the blade over so he could mould it into shape, sparks flying off of it and falling to the floor. "I can tell." He remarked dryly, "So I take it you don't mind me calling you Leila then?" he had her there, and she knew he knew it.

She pouted as she once again pretended the dirt beneath her nails was more interesting than the current situation. "I can't remember my name." she lied, "I must've knocked my head when I arrived here; I was washed up on the beach you know."

"Funny, you can't remember your name, yet you know you don't come from here." He had burned her again! Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as he turned to look at her, beads of sweat sliding down his face. "Now tell me the truth."

Sireena shifted uncomfortably in her spot as she bit her lower lip, looking away from his burning gaze, she didn't want to answer him. "Well, I, uh, um, erm…" she didn't know what to say, she couldn't very well tell him that she comes from a different world to his and that a spastic muse known as Merk placed her here in order for her to do an essay! He'd accuse her of insanity or witchcraft!

"Okay fine." She said, finally coming up with a plan, "My father was a tradesman and we were coming back from…Singapore…when pirate's attacked our ship. Everyone but me and a couple of others drowned I had managed to attach myself to a bit of drift wood from the ships wreckage and that is how I came here. My real names Reena." She'd just give him her nick name, that couldn't do any harm surely, "But if you wish you can continue calling me Leila I don't really mind, besides you're going to have to since you're telling everyone we're cousins."

She held her breath as Will stroked his chin in thought, obviously taking in her story, "So you're a tradesman's daughter? A merchant sailor's daughter? Is that correct?" she nodded her vigorously, hoping he believed her, "and your ship was attacked by pirates?" again she nodded, "That must've been some ordeal." He narrowed his eyes and raised an eyebrow, "But that doesn't explain the way you're dressed."

"There was a storm while I was at sea." She replied simply, "I didn't really have enough time to get my own clothes you know." She shrugged, and stared him square in the eyes, "and that dear William is the truth." She smiled warmly before picking up a dagger that was upon the bench and examined it. She admired the gold in the hilt and the intricate engraving that wove their way up the steel blade.

"Hm." He replied, "I admire your strength." She shrugged and placed the dagger down again, turning her attentions back to him. She was about to say something when canon fire began to sound all around them.

"Alien invasion!" she cried leaping off of the bench and hiding beneath, "Hide me!" she quivered underneath the bench in fear, her eyes wide in fright.

"Stay here." He commanded, taking up his hatchet and leaving the smithy. He felt certain if she had come with him she'd find a way to get herself killed somehow. He looked around the battlements and his own eyes widened in fright, they were under siege and coming ashore was a hoard of pirates.

He watched as a young maiden ran across the street in an effort to escape a pirate that was harassing her. 'Bloody bastard.' He thought as he flung his hatchet towards the pirate so it embedded itself in his back, killing it. He ran over to the dead pirate and pulled his hatchet out of his back and winced, the pirates had practically taken Port Royal over, they were obviously searching for something, he only hoped Reena would be alright.