Chapter 2! Yay! I had a total writer's block, although I wrote this story before… ANYWAY! Enjoy!

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Emely's back still hurt, but it was a lot less then two days ago. The cause of that could possibly be the fact she could finally leave this hell today! She stood up, put on her clothes and walked outside. In the beautiful, shiny, big, FUCKING SUN! The thing almost burned her eyes out! She walked to the docks and was pleased to see the bartender. Next to the bartender stood another group of men, wearing pink shirts with triangles on them. 'Great... The gay-club' she thought sarcastically and walked over to the men.

The bartender made himself loose from the other men, who where sticking together, like honey did. He walked at Emely and gave her a kiss on both cheeks. The other men made excited sounds and ran over to Emely at full speed. She was to confused to move and could only watch, eyes wide, how all the men came running towards her. The men made a big jump and piled on top of her to give her a kiss. Didn't matter where that kiss landed. Emely swore one ended on her toe.

Ten minutes later, Emely finally got out of the mass of men and stood up.

"ALRIGHT PEOPLE!" she yelled and the men stood up, one by one. "Mister, uhhhh, Bartender! You said you had a boat for me?" The bartender straightened his back and pushed his chest forward.

"Of course darling! Follow me!" He walked past all kind of ships and boats. Emely looked at them and wondered which one would be hers. She hoped for a small one, easy to wheel. Hopefully dark, so nobody would notice her in the dark. But she was wrong, very, very wrong! The bartender walked straight towards the biggest ship and on top of it all, the ship was a bright... pink!

"Well, uhhhhm, Thank you, I guess... But I must leave now!" she tried to walk up the plank, but all the men had to give her a hug before she left. They all yelled that she shouldn't forget them. One even gave her a sword. Emely pulled herself out of the kisses and hugs and walked up the plank onto the deck. She waved at the group of men and hauled up the anchor. After that was finished in about an hour, she ran over the deck to get down the sails and when that was finished after two hours, she finally sailed away from Tortuga.

She was on a journey of one day and her eyes burned of the sunlight that fell on the side of the ship. She'd never thought pink could reflect the sun so well! She took a gulp of rum and looked over the sea. She loved the sea, it was so big! You could sail as far as you wanted to go and then you could go even further. You felt more free then a whale on a ship. Theo the Whale… There you go Em! And that was a very weird statement… Why did I wrote that? Well, let's continue, shall we? The wind blew through your hair, or over your head if you are bald... What is wrong with me! Sorry if you are very confused… Maybe this helps: I'm confused too! Emely sighed and scratched her head. If she took a good look, she could see Port Royal in the distance. Only a couple of hours more and then she would be able to sleep. FINALLY!

Last night she couldn't fall asleep, because of her back and now… Well, it's not very smart to sleep on a ship when you're alone. And don't go like WTF! 'Cause it's actually quite logical. I mean, you go to sleep somewhere near Tortuga and wake up in Portugal… YOU WOULDN'T KNOW!

When Emely finally got to Port Royal, she was greeted by people whispering and children laughing and pointing at her ship.

"YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! IT'S A GAY-SHIP! I KNOW!" she yelled and docked the ship. When she turned, she faced the harbourmaster.

"It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock!" They both looked at the pink 'thing'. He with big eyes and she with a sarcastic look.

"You call this a ship?" she asked him, but he was still busy looking at the pink thing. "Hello? Mister Harbourmaster, sir?" He didn't react. Emely shrugged and walked to the city. She walked into a little shop, where she bought clothes in which she wouldn't be noticed so well. And no, no dress, she hated dresses. Just a normal pair of pants and a wide shirt. She paid the woman and walked out of the shop. Port Royal was a nice city, except for all those ugly suits of the Royal Navy. She walked past a blacksmith and looked at the sword she was given by one of the Gay people. The sword was pink. Yes you heard it correctly, pink! Those people are really crazy! She thought and threw the sword away. She looked at the money she carried and saw she had enough for a new sword, walked into the smithy and saw a man hammering on a piece of metal, sweat clearly on his face. She closed the door harder then she meant to do and the man made a fast turn to face her.

"Sorry, Miss. Didn't see you there." He said, while wiping his hand on a towel. Emely snorted, nobody called her 'Miss'. She shook her head and said her name was Emely.

"Emely?"

"Jones."

"Nice to meet you, miss Jones."

"No 'Miss' crap! Just plain Emely! Or Em, IF you must! But I warn you! I don't like the name!" The man laughed and put the towel away.

"What do you want, Emely?"

"Your name."

"Will."

"Will, whom?" Emely started to like this game.

"Will Turner." Okay, the fun part was over… Emely's eyes turned big and her mouth fell wide open. With this expression, she passed out.

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"Emely?" was the first thing she heard when she woke up.

"My bloody head fucking hurts!" was the first thing she spoke. Will laughed and Emely stood up from the bed Will put her on. She swayed a little and looked at Will.

"What?"

"I have an order to fill out and I need to go. Mister Brown-" Will was interrupted by Emely.

"Who is that?" she asked, pointing at a man in the corner. Apparently he was asleep and he had a rum bottle in his hand.

"That is Mister Brown. As I said, he is my boss and I think he won't wake up very fast, so make yourself comfortable. Please don't touch anything… I don't want you to get hurt."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever." Emely said, looking at all the shiny things. Will walked to the door and opened it.

"I mean it!"

"Go!" Will sighed and walked out of the door. Emely turned and rubbed in her hands.

"Now for the fun part!" she smirked and made a move at the swords. Right before she grabbed one, she heard the door opening. She jumped behind a hayrick in the shadows and saw….

Absolutely nothing, Will had forgotten to close the door correctly. Emely sighed and climbed out behind the hayrick. She grabbed a chair and sat in the shadows.

Okay, what happened today...

1 I sail away from Tortuga on a gay-ship

2 I walk into a blacksmith to buy a new sword

3 I see a man and we play a name game

4 He tells me his name

What was that name... Will... Turner! That was it! Will Turner! Okay, this is not good... Not good at all...

The door opened slowly and a head pocked in, a head of a pirate. The pirate walked in and didn't notice Emely. His hands where bound by irons and he looked around. He walked to a hammer, put his hat down and grabbed the hammer. He turned around quickly when he heard Mr. Brown dropping his rum bottle. The pirate walked to Mr. Brown and poked him with the hammer. The man only growled a little and Emely giggled. That man wouldn't wake up from anything.

"He won't wake up." She whispered in an eerie voice. The pirate turned around and looked around startled.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Your conscience…"

"Really?"

"Yes…"

"Are you sure?"

"Yesss…"

"Really sure?"

"YES DAMNIT! GO DO SOMETHING ELSE YOU STUPID… STUPID THING!"

Mr. Brown didn't wake up from the noise and the pirate turned and yelled at the man.

"WHOA!" Mr. Brown only turned his head a little and continued sleeping. The pirate grabbed the hammer and slammed it on his bounds. After a little time of slamming, he got irritated and tried to pull the bounds from each other and that didn't work either. He looked around and saw the donkey, the wheels above the donkey and a metal rod with a hot end. He grinned and grabbed the rod and pushed it against the donkey's butt. The donkey made a donkey-ish noise, Yeah, right… A DONKEY-ISH noise! I-AH! Well, not like that! Have you ever heard a horse scream? No? Me neither… RIGHT! I'll continue! And started walking in circles. The wheels started turning and the pirate put his bounds between two of them. The bounds snapped and he looked quite… happy. Right then the door opened and Will walked in. He calmed the donkey and saw Emely. He turned to look at mister Brown.

"Right where I left you." He saw the hammer. "Not where I left you." He reached at the pirate's hat, but was stopped by the man himself, and his sword of course… Will took a step back.

"You're the one they're hunting. The pirate." The pirate cocked his head to the side.

"You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?"

"I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates." Emely, who was looking at the men interested, was now looking innocently to the side. Not that the men could see it… The pirate continued talking.

"Ah,well, then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So, if you'll excuse me…" The pirate turned and was about to leave, when Will grabbed his own sword. "Do you think this is wise boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?"

"You threatened Miss Swann!" The pirate slowly darted his sword over Will's sword.

"Only a little." And they parried. The pirate spoke again after a while of crossing blades, could he ever shut up?

"You know what you're doing. I'll give you that. Excellent form, but how is your footwork? If I step here…" he took a step to the left and Will moved with him. "Very good. Now I step again." He stepped and again Will stepped with him.

"Ta." The pirate said and he sheathed his sword and walked to the door. Will threw his sword at the door and it got stuck in the beam that locked it. The pirate's eyes were wide and he grabbed the sword to still it. After that he started to pull on the sword and moving the beam up and down to get it lose. It looked completely idiotic. So obviously, Emely laughed her head off. Will and the pirate looked her way and she giggled nervously.

"Errrrrrr, sorry?" Silence. "So…. Weren't you gonna say something?" she said to the pirate. He turned to look at Will.

"That is a wonderful trick, except, once again you are between me and my way out. And now, you have no weapon." When he was saying this, he had grabbed his sword again and it was now pointing at Will. Will looked around for another sword and saw one behind him. He grabbed it and the tip of the sword was heated. The men fight. Emely started to find it a little boring, coming from Tortuga and all, so she dozed off.

But woke up again by the voice of the pirate, annoying little git… She listened to the conversation, but kept her eyes closed.

"Who makes al these?"

"I do! And I practice with them, three hours a day!" Some clashing of swords.

"You need to find yourself a girl mate!" Again the swords clashed. "Or, perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you already found one and are otherwise incapable of wooing said the strumpet. You're not a eunuch, are you?"

"I practice three a day so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it." Go Will! Thought Emely. The clashing continued, except once in a while a bump or a yell came through it. Emely opened one eye lazily and didn't saw anybody. A clash caught her attention and Emely looked up. There she saw Will and the pirate fighting on the rafters.

O, the joy… Emely thought and moved back in a comfortable position.

A little while later she heard Will saying:

"You cheated!"

"Pirate!" Emely opened her eyes again and saw Will looking kind of…. brown. And the pirate was looking desperate, maybe it had something to do with the soldiers outside, who were trying to get it.

"Move away."

"No." the pirate cocked the gun and aimed it at Will. "Please move."

"No! I cannot just step aside and let you escape!"

"This shot is not meant for you!" Emely saw Mister Brown standing behind the pirate and hitting him over the head. Soldiers walked in and Emely moved closer in the shadows. One High and Mighty looking person walked in.

"Excellent work mister Brown. You've assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive."

"Just doing my civic duty, sir." Mister Brown slurred. Emely choked, disgusting.

"Well, I trust you will always remember…" The voice of that man was utterly monotone and made Emely fall asleep, again! It was, after all, a very exiting day…

And that was the end, me laddies. YEAH! AS IF!

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