The guard at the gate had let Sophie through, recognizing her keenly. After all, she had boarded there for nearly six months with young Galvin.

Inside the gate, Sophie didn't go to the front door. Instead, she went around to the side of the house, where a smaller, less ornamental door sat. She knocked three times and whispered, "Jeanette!"

A short, pale girl with pouting Russian lips and curly chestnut hair came to the door with tired eyes that didn't immediately recognize the girl that she had taken care of for half of a year. She shook her head and rubbed her eyes, taking in the sight of Josephine DeLancret on her doorstep.

"Mademoiselle Josephine! You are looking so well," said Jeanette in French. She opened the door and coaxed Sophie in.

"Indeed, Jeanette. I'm afraid our reunion will be short-lived. You need to leave, immediately!" Sophie cried. Jeanette looked at her, simply confused.

"Why would I need to hide, Mademoiselle?"

"Sophie, please," Sophie said, dropping formalities. "Now, listen carefully."

Ten feet away from the door, Jack Sparrow and his cohorts had hidden behind a rather large bush. Sitting in the underbrush, Jack scowled. Both the maid and Sophie were speaking in rapid French, and even Marcus, who was French in origin, couldn't understand the dialect that they jabbered in.

The two women went completely inside, and Jack slipped up next to the door, so that it would mask him were someone to come out unexpectedly. This did him no good; he was to no extent fluent in French. He was, however, invoked into curiosity when Sophie began to talk extensively.

"There is a pirate ship on the ports of Calais," Sophie started. "They are looking for you to explain a map; my map."

Jeanette gasped a little, "How did they come across it, Sophie? Monsieur Quixcompuex had it locked away!"

Sophie nodded. "They pillaged his safe in New Orleans."

Jeanette crossed herself. "Is nothing sacred?"

"They want you to either tell them what it says, or tell them where Galvin is."

"But, Sophie, I know neither!"

Sophie's face grew dead serious. "That is why you must hide, Jeanette."

"Sophie, you know what the map says. Do they not know it describes you?"

Sophie shook her head. "They do not even know who Josephine DeLancret is!" Suddenly, a mischevious grin slid over Sophie's face.

Jeanette immediately grew nervous.

Outside, Aidan slid against the wall towards Jack.

"Captain, they could be plotting!"

"I'm sure they are, mate," The captain said softly. Aidan looked at him, confused. "I'm sure they are."

"So, if, and only if, you are captured, you will tell them that their answers lie in Countess Josephine DeLancret."

"But, Sophie, pirates. . .they'll kill me!"

"No, Jeanette. You need not worry about them. The captain promised me he wouldn't hurt you."

"The word of a pirate?"

Sophie sighed, and nodded. "He's a good man."

Jeanette shook her head; Sophie was not being very reassuring.

Jack heard them prepare to leave and he smirked. The trio rushed back towards the walls and straight to the port, where many of the members of the Black Pearl waited eagerly on the deck. Jack gathered three of his brawniest men and left behind Aidan and Marcus. They set out to capture Miss Sophie Personne and her partner in crime.

Jeanette fetched a cloak for them both; Sophie had come in nothing but her simple dress. Jeanette had fussed about how improper it was; Sophie wearing the clothes of common women, but she didn't need to be shushed more than once by the Countess. She took a small satchel of coins from Sophie and tied it to her belt.

"Go to America, to New Orleans, and tell Monsieur Quixcompuex of recent occurrences. The pirates will be dealt with, either way." Sophie said it in a malicious way that made her heart pang for Jack. Could she really hurt him so?

Yes, she resolved. He had tricked her into this. This was his fault. She reasoned with herself to the point of distraction. A cry from Jeanette brought her back to reality.

"Sophie!"

Sophie shook her head, and nodded to reassure Jeanette that this was indeed the right thing. The pair left the maids' quarters quietly and walked down the way towards the gate. The guard let them out, confused, but not willing to question the Countess.

Sophie found it only slightly ironic that she was ambushed by two huge men right after she parted with Jeanette to head back to the Pearl. She might have recognized the men from the crew of the Black Pearl if they hadn't hit her head on the road by accident.

Her last conscious thought was, 'At least Jeanette got away.'