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"And then they made me their chief," Jack was saying but a loud

SPLASH interrupted him.

Amy, who was expecting it, jumped up on the side of the boat.

"Jack," she exclaimed, "you have to save her!"

"Why me?" Jack asked, swaggering up beside her.

"Because I'll never get home if the story's messed up!" Amy gave him an impatient shove towards the edge of the boat.

Jack gave her a confused look.

"And because those idiots can't swim!" Amy pointed at Murtogg and Mullroy who looke bemused.

"Pride of the king's navy, you are," Jack said to them, taking off his hat, coat and gun and tossing them to the men, "do NOT lose these!"

Jack did a spectacular swan dive into the water.

Amy jumped into action and ran off the ship towards the dock, Murtogg and Mullroy behind her.

Standing on the wood, she saw Jack swimming rapidly towards her with Elizabeth.

When he was close enough, the two navy men lifted Elizabeth out of Jack's arms and laid her on the wood. She was still unconscious.

"Not breathing!" yelped Mullroy.

"Move!" Jack pushed him away, pulled out a knife and slit Elizabeth's corset. Elizabeth coughed up water and gasped. Jack tossed the corset to Murtogg. Amy giggled and his expression. But her laughter soon disappeared as she saw Norrington striding towards them.

"Where did you get that?" Jack was asking Elizabeth, holding her medallion. Suddenly, a sword was at his throat.

"On your feet." Came the voice of Norrington. Jack stood up, slowly.

Amy rolled up her sleeves and helped Elizabeth to her feet. Her father rushed towards her and wrapped her in his jacket.

Norrington's eyes darted from Murtogg, who was still holding the ripped corset, to Jack, who Murtogg was pointing at.

"Shoot him!" Said Governor Swann,

"Father!" Said Elizabeth, sharply, "Commodore, do you really intend to kill my rescuer?"

They lowered their weapons but Norrington didn't look happy.

"I believe thanks are in order," he said, holding out his hand for Jack to shake.

Jack looked hesitant but took it. Suddenly Norrington tightened his grip, pulled Jack's arm towards him and pulled up his sleeve.

Jack's pirate brand was visible.

"Had a brush with the east India trading company, did we, pirate?"

Jack grimaced.

"Hang him!" cried Governor Swann, still with Elizabeth.

"Keep guns on him men, Gillette, fetch some irons!" Ordered Norrington.

"Sir!" One of the soldiers said, suddenly, "Sir, she has the brand, too!" He was pointing at Amy.

Amy frowned and looked at her arms. On her left forearm there was a large letter P burned into her skin. Her eyes widened.

"Make sure she doesn't get away," Norrington said.

A soldier grabbed her arms and held her tight; they obviously thought she wasn't dangerous enough to be put in irons. She struggled, trying to twist her arms out of his grip, but it didn't work.

Norrington was examining Jack's things.

"I half expected it to be made of wood," he said smugly, holding Jack's sword.

"You are without doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of,"

"Ah, but you HAVE heard of me!" Said Jack,

Amy giggled again, earning herself a scowl from Norrington. He turned on her.

"And what's your name, then?"

"Amy Quaker," she snapped,

"Rather young for a pirate, don't you think?"

Amy didn't answer, she just glared at him. They were dragged a bit further. Jack was having irons put on his wrists. Elizabeth strode behind them.

"Commodore, I really must protest!" she said, standing in front of Jack, facing Norrington, "Pirate or not, this man saved my life."

"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness,"

"But it seems enough to condemn him," said Jack.

"Indeed,"

"But she's just a girl!" cried Elizabeth, gesturing towards Amy.

"She's in league with him," Norrington nodded at Jack,

"No, no she's not!" Amy and Jack said in unison.

"She's not from around here and look at her clothes! She's quite obviously a pirate, Elizabeth," Said Governor Swann.

Before either Elizabeth or Amy could argue, Jack had thrown the chains from the irons around Elizabeth's neck. The soldiers moved forward. Elizabeth was in front of Jack like a shield. The soldier that was holding Amy let go of her in shock. Seeing her chance, Amy ran behind Jack.

"Commodore Norrington, my effects, please. And my hat!" said Jack. Norrington didn't move, he looked furious.

"Commodore!" Jack said, loudly. Norrington turned to get Jack's things.

"Elizabeth, it is Elizabeth isn't it?"

"It's Miss Swann!" Elizabeth growled, more angry then scared.

"Miss Swann if you'd be so kind," Jack's stuff was shoved into her hands. Jack spun her round so she was facing him, "Now if you'd be very kind,"

Elizabeth started on his effects. Amy watched, still behind Jack.

"Easy on the goods, darling," Jack said.

"You're despicable," Elizabeth hissed.

"Sticks and stones, love. I saved your life now you've saved mine, we're square,"

"Yeah," said Amy, "I owe you one,"

Jack spun Elizabeth round again and started to back away, Amy following.

"Gentlemen, m'lady, you will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!" Jack shoved Elizabeth towards them. Amy turned around and bolted in the opposite direction. She kept running, not having the faintest idea where she was going. She skidded to a halt next to a familiar looking statue. Getting behind it, Amy crouched in the corner of the wall, hidden.

A while later, Jack ran up and hid behind the statue, not noticing Amy.

She stood up suddenly, "boo," she said softly in his ear. Jack jumped and gave a yelp.

"Don't DO that!" He growled, as Amy roared with laughter, "You nutcase," he said, "come with me." He grabbed her sleeve and led her into the blacksmith's.

He took a look around. The donkey was standing quietly. Amy went over and patted it's velvety ears. Jack rolled his eyes at her.

Catching sight of a sleeping drunk in the corner, Jack moved slowly towards him. He poked the man. No response.

"Whoa!" Jack yelled. Still no response.

"I think you're safe with him, Jack," Amy said.

Jack picked up a hammer and tried to smash the chains of the irons. He failed.

"Need any help?" Amy sang, prancing towards him.

"No, I don't need any help!" Jack said, furiously shaking the chains as if they were going to break. He caught sight of the contraption that the donkey was attached to. He picked up a metal rod from the fire and moved towards the donkey.

"Jack!" Amy called out, as the donkey let out a bray.

"He'll live,"

With the donkey's help, the chains smashed just as the door opened and a handsome young man walked in.

Mwahaha! Cliffie, kindofnotreally. Anyways, please keep reviewing! I might not be able to post tomorrow, since I'm driving half way across the bloody country to see my puppy-to-be (Google Clumber Spaniel, so cute!)

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