A/N: Kay, I know the term "wanna-be" didn't exist in the pirate time-period, but let's pretend it did. There's no other word that conveyed what I wanted to say. I could have used "amateur" but that would have implied actual skill, if not experience. Maybe "aspiring" would have worked, but Jack wouldn't say that and I'm gonna leave it as is.

Lonaargh, I was so delighted to see a review I added another chapter right away, just for you! Of course, I have to either rewrite chapter three or hope someone emails it to me, so that will be slower in coming, but here's chapter two!

Chapter Two: Attempting Escape

Swimming furiously, I reached the bottom of the bay and pulled myself along, moving forward by grabbing the rocks on the sea floor. Risk irritation to an eye by opening it under water, I see Glovlin's guards in their ship are gone, so I made for the shore, intending to lose Jack's crew in the trees. Lack of air forced me to revise my plan short of my goal, and so I turn upwards, letting the air in my lungs naturally pull me to the surface.

Suddenly a pair of hands grasped my waist and yanked me back! Bubbles flew out of my mouth as I gasped "Eggaaarr!" and struggled. But, too desperate for air to fight long, I went limp and was dragged to the surface.

"Huuuh!" I gasped when my head was above the water again, and fought once more to get free. My captor is a stout, burly man with thinning black-and-grey hair and a tan, lined face.

"Got 'er, Jack," he called, bringing me to a boat which takes me to the Pearl. He dropped me on the deck and I sputtered, climbing to my hands and knees.

"Well." Jack cocked his head sideways and looked down at me. "A lone woman, stealin' from an old man with guards, with one small boat. And ye actually expect ta get away with it?"

I glared up at him wordlessly, managing to keep my hand from going up to grip the emerald and giving away its location.

Jack glanced at my shirt pocket anyway, seeing the lump. A slow smile spread across his face. "A wanna-be pirate. That's interesting."

I spat at him. "I'm not a wanna-be! Perhaps I'm not the captain of some previously cursed ship, but I can hold my own--"

"Ye speak ta bloody well ta be a pirate, for one thing, love. And fer another, ye obviously haven' got the skills to make it in this business. Ye've got ta be the worst pirate I ne'er heard of." Jack nodded to himself. "Yer young--what are ye, sixteen?"

"I'm nineteen!"

"Ah. Well, ye clearly need someone ta look after ye. And we can't have ye in the way ofus real pirates," he smirked.

"You--!"

"I know!" Jack clapped his hands together once. "We'll drop ye where ye can't cause trouble."

"You've no right to do anything with me--"

"Where, sir?" asked your captor, who stood to your side.

"Where else?" Jack asked, not waiting for an answer. "We'll take her to Port Royale." He turned and strode up the deck. "Make ready men! And Anna Maria," he added to a tall

I gulped fearfully, but lifted your chin. "Do what you will, Sparrow. I'll get free."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Indeed ye will, love, but not where ye expect to."

He glanced at the working crew. "Ah! We're off!"