Author's Note:

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Disclaimer:

I don't own Pirates Of The Caribbean and I never will, (unless hell freezes over which is always a possibility). I do own the movie though, I watch it all the time!

Chapter #2

"Not that I blame you for not recognizing me," she told Jack Sparrow as she sat down on an overturned barrel across from his cell, "it's been a while since you last saw me."

"Where in the bloody hell have you been?"

"Here and there," she answered with a shrug, "certainly not being raised by my father."

"Don't blame me for sending you away. It was dangerous." She looked in at him for a beat and then threw back her head and laughed.

"You think I blame you for sending me away?" She continued to laugh and Jack Sparrow hesitantly joined in. "Of course I blame you," she said flatly as she abruptly stopped laughing, "I've blamed you every day of my life since you dropped me off alone at that horrible school."

"But darling," he pleaded, "I didn't leave you one your own."

"Oh of course you didn't," she sneered, "you left me in the care of your drunken buddy. Now that's an example of good parenting. At least I learned how to hold my rum. Half the time there wasn't anything else to drink in his house."

"But you ran away from him," Captain Jack Sparrow said with an accusing tone moving closer to the bars that separated father and daughter, "after only three years. Have you been here all this time? How do you have money?"

"You could say I take after you."

"You're a pirate! That's wonderful," he exclaimed looking completely at ease, "I always knew that-"

"I'm not a pirate," she interrupted, "I go by the name, the Black Fox. Ask around. Oh wait," she paused, "you won't be able to. You're stuck in here." She stood up and started to leave.

"Wait," he said pressing his face to the bars and trying to force his hands through them, "you're just going to leave me here?"

"Yes."

"But Jacky honey," he quickly pleaded bringing his hands together as if praying, "come on. I'm your father, let me out of this cell." She sighed and continued to leave. "Right now young lady!" He tried but she didn't stop. She slammed the door behind her on her way out.

Around midnight that night Jack Sparrow once again heard the sound of people approaching his cell

"Jacky," he called, "is that you?"

"Shut up," Anna Maria's voice called softly, "it's us we've come to get you out. Who else would it be?"

"Oh just one of my numerous other girlfriends."

"We don't have to rescue you."

"Just joking Ana Maria, pearl." He whispered peering into the darkness trying to make the crew out. "I love you. I'll love you substantially more if you get me out of here."

The first think Jack did when he was rescued and returned to his ship was to find Mr. Gibbs. He had not been in the group who had rescued the Captain. After finding him Jack pulled his friend down into the captain's cabin to talk in private. Of course talking also meant drinking rum.

"What," he asked once they had both sat down, "do you know about the Black Fox?"

"The Black Fox? Not too much," he shrugged and took a swig from his mug, "just that she's a very good thief. Been stealing the rich people of the Caribbean blind for years, and yet she's never been caught. If I ask around I might be able to find out more. Why?"

"Because I know the true identity of the Black Fox."

"Jack," he gasped, "that is something. Who? Have I met them?"

"You should have," Jack said slowly, "it's Jacky. My daughter. The one you were in charge of before she ran away." Here Mr. Gibbs coughed and choked on the rum he was drinking from his flask.

"Little Jacky?" He gasped as he got his breath back. "She's a crook?"

"According to her."

"Do you doubt her?"

"No," he sighed, "she was serious." There was a knock at the door and Mr. Gibbs turned to look while Jack just stared into his cup at the ale.

"Come in," he called. Anna Maria came in and sat down.

"The crew wants to know," she began, "how you plan on getting the treasure map now."

"Well Anna," Mr. Gibbs began, "you see Captain Jack's had a bit of a hard time today-"

"We're going to steal the map," Jack interrupted, "by hiring a thief."

"What?" Mr. Gibbs and Anna Maria exclaimed as they turned to Jack.

"We're going to hire the Black Fox to steal the map for us."