Author's Note:

So here we are at chapter seven. As you might have noticed I'm trying to go through this story quickly to prove that, contrary to popular belief, I can concentrate on something and not get distracted by something else and finish what I was…

So I have to thanks everyone who read and reviewed. A Real Life Fallen Angel, Readerfreak10 (Again, very sorry! If it makes you feel better Jacky is older then Elizabeth… Yeah I know, weak argument.), Little Miss Sparrow, and Sphinx Jinx (I'm sorry, hope today is better!). Also thanks to my beta, enigmagirl2727!

Sorry, this is a rather fluffy chapter. But I'll post the next chapter soon so I hope you all can forgive me. Anyway on with the fluffy chapter!

Chapter#7

Jackalyn made it home faster then she thought possible. She slammed and locked the door but stood at the window looking out at the road for several minutes. She looked down at her hands in horror.

She had hit Commodore Norrington over the head with a blunt object. She was pretty sure that wasn't a step in the right way of pursuing her attraction to him.

Wait, what was she thinking? There was no way she could like Commodore Norrington. He was good and she was bad, a criminal. He would never accept her if he knew the truth about her.

Suddenly she hit herself over the head. Thinking of Norrington had made her think of the party she was supposed to go to.

She would have to wear a different dress. The one she had picked out would not cover the ugly new bruises she had acquired over the last hour. None of her dresses would cover the cut on the back of her hand she had gotten from the jagged glass when she'd jumped out of the window.

With a sigh she opened up her closet and began to get ready for the party.

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"I don't know why we're here," Murray grumbled, "being at this pointless party is not going to help us find that burglar."

"We're seeing who isn't here," Norrington explained, "whichever men said they would be here and are not could possibly be the thief. You said it definitely wasn't Jack Sparrow, right?"

"I've told you already," Murray hissed, "it wasn't a man. The person we are looking for is a woman."

"You must have been seeing things," Norrington told him gently, "the person we're looking for is strong enough to knock me out, escape you, jump out a window on a second story, and not just walk away from it but run away."

"I'm telling you what I saw. You were-" Captain Murray looked at Commodore Norrington and saw that he was scanning the crowd anxiously. "You're looking for her aren't you?"

"I told Miss Wolf I'd meet her here," he explained, "I just don't want her to worry."

"If she's not here," Captain Murray said stiffly, "then she's a suspect."

"Commodore Norrington," a voice cried from behind them, "Captain Murray." They turned to see Jackalyn Wolf walking over to them. "I'm so sorry I'm late," she explained, "I was so absorbed in my reading that I completely forgot what time it was."

"I'm sorry but I have to leave," Captain Murray growled stalking away without another word.

"Is he all right?"

"Don't worry about him," Commodore Norrington said with a smile, "he's just tired. Would you honor me with a dance, Miss Wolf?"

"It would be my pleasure," Jackalyn answered before she'd thought it all the way through. They stepped on to the dance floor and were soon swept up in the lively music. Captain Murray watched them scowling.

-- --

"So that's the advice you're giving me? Be honest? That won't work." As soon as Will and Elizabeth had arrived on the Black Pearl Jack had begun explaining his problem to them. They had, in turn, quickly told him exactly what they thought about the situation.

"Of course it will Jack," Elizabeth insisted, "you can't lie to her. The more you lie the more she will doubt you."

"But how do I approach her?" Jack asked, "What do I say?"

"Exactly what you told us," Will said soothingly, "that you want to get to know her."

"Tell her you're sorry for not being there," Elizabeth continued. "As for approaching her you could write a letter saying that you want to meet. I will even deliver it for you."

-- --

"Please Commodore Norrington," Jackalyn laughed, "I can't dance anymore. I need to take a break."

"Very well," he chuckled, "would you also like to step outside into the garden and get some fresh air?"

"That sounds heavenly," she answered. They started to walk over to the door they didn't notice Captain Murray glaring after them.

The night air was cool and the stars were bright. The music and chatter from party guests, which had been so over whelming inside the house, seemed muted and far away in the garden. Commodore Norrington and Jackalyn talked for over an hour before the evening was spoiled by Captain Murray.

"Commodore Norrington," he said as he came over, "we have to go. We may have found the Black Pearl, that is Jack Sparrow's-"

"I know whose ship it is," Norrington interrupted.

"We have to go and see if it's him."

"I heard you the first time."

"Then don't just stand there Commodore," Murray growled. Then he turned and began to storm away. Norrington sighed.

"I'm sorry Miss Wolf," he said sadly, "as you heard I have to cut our evening short. May I call on you tomorrow to make up for tonight?"

"That would be very nice," Jackalyn grinned.

"I'll come around one if it's convenient for you."

"It is," she answered.

"I'll see you then," Commodore Norrington said as he took her hand and lifted it to his mouth, brushing it with a light kiss. As he did he noticed the bandage on her hand. "What happened to your hand?" he asked her.

"It was-"

"Commodore!" Captain Murray had returned and he was furious. "We have to leave now!"

"Until tomorrow then," Commodore Norrington said with a slight bow to Jackalyn. And then he left with Captain Murray.

Jackalyn sighed in relief and sank down onto a bench rubbing her injured hand absentmindedly.