Disclaimer: I own nothing…but I do own the new issue of Newsweek which has the fantastic and stunning Johnny Depp on it. Very interesting article, and the pictures are pretty nice too! Once again I'm not putting the lyrics in this chapter. The two songs that Amy did sing were 'Slipped Away' and 'Fall to Pieces' both by Avirl Lavigne.So if you want to read the lyrics, look them up yourself. Enjoy the chapter!

A Bet, Some Rum, and a Wedding
Chapter 29: The Song

Jack walked into the pub and saw that there was just as big a crowd as there was the night before.

"Guess she is really popular. Why wouldn't she be?" Two whores instantly came walking up towards Jack but quickly shooed them away. Both girls looked disappointed but quickly found two other drunken men. Jack worked his way closer to the small stage in the back of the pub to see if he could get a seat close to the stage without Amy being able to see him. He found one small table in the center of the room with two chairs. One of the chairs was being occupied by one man who had apparently knocked himself out from drinking too much. He still had a half full bottle in his left hand. Jack flicked him on the arm to see if he gave any reaction and saw that he just sat there. He poked him harder this time and the man ended up falling on the floor.

"Know what it feels like mate." He pulled up the other chair sat down. He could easily see the stage from here but a huge mob of men was in front of him so Amy would not see him from the stage. Jack felt a small tap on his shoulder and turned around to see a barmaid wearing and extremely low cut pink dress and her dark brown hair was pulled into a messy bun. Normally he would be pleased by the sight, but tonight. He was going to get his shining star back.

"What'll it be, sir?"

"Rum." The girl nodded and headed off to get his drink. There was a group of men sitting right in front of wear Jack was sitting and he could hear them talking about Amy.

"This girl is amazing. Where did they ever find her?"

"No one knows for sure. All of the sudden she came out of nowhere and asked for a job as a singer."

"Very talented she is."

"Who cares if she's talented or not when she looks the way she does. She could just stand up there and not sing and nobody would notice. As long as I get to look at her, I'll be happy. I bet she must be amazing in bed. What I would give to have one screw at her…"

"You and me both." All of the men laughed and gave a small toast and resumed drinking their rum. Jack was disgusted at the way they talked about her. They talked about her like she was just a thing. Just something for pleasure. Sure Jack had talked about other women like that before, he couldn't deny that, but none of them he actually cared about. He really hoped that Amy would come out soon before he went over there and beat the crap out of them. He hadn't felt this much anger since…Harry. But at least Harry treated her with respect. These men just saw her as a thing. Nothing more. They were going to pay for that.

"Here you go, sir." The barmaid had come back with his drink and placed it in front of him.

"Thank you, missy. Tell me…do ya think you could do a little personal favor for me?" The girl gave him a seductive smile and started to gently crass his face.

"What kind of favor are we talking about?" She took a few steps closer to him and sat on the arm of his chair.

"Not that kind of favor lass. Could ye…" Jack whispered something into the girl's ear and she looked back at him in surprise.

"You want me to do that?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I have my reasons." Jack slipped a shilling out of his pocket and placed it on the girl's lap.

"I would very much appreciate it if you do this little favor for me." The girl smiled and took the money

"I'll do it. I still liked my idea better." She started to play with the beads in his hair and pulled herself a little closer to him.

"Not tonight. I am here for…other reasons." The barmaid pouted but nodded and headed off to 'fulfill' her favor. A huge crowd of men quickly gathered in front of the stage and Jack took this as a signal that Amy was about to come on. He took a drink of his rum and watched Amy walk on stage.

Amy's POV

"Once again, another degrading show I must do in my miserable life while wearing a degrading makeup on my face to make me look like a whore. Why did I ever agree to this?"

"Don't ask me. You're the one you wanted this job. All I did was I gave it to you," Tom said.

"I know Tom. When I started this, I had this bad feeling about taking this job. And now look where I am. Thank god my boss agreed that if I sang two songs tonight I could leave a day early. I don't want to spend another day in this hellhole. This place is a glimpse of what hell looks like."

"Are you still thinking about Jack?"

"Well now I am. Thank you for reminding me. I almost forgot about him too."

"Sorry, I was just wondering. Have you decided anything yet?"

"I've decided that if he really loves me, he'll come after me."

"And if he doesn't?"

"Than it's his loss."

"And yours."

"But mostly his."

"If you think that's the wisest thing to do, then do it."

"Why, what would you have done?"

"I would have gone after him myself. Same thing happen to me once. I loved this girl. But then we had a fight and she left me. I never got to tell her how I felt. Then one day I saw her in town and thought about going to talk to her but never did. I was a coward."

"And did you regret it?"

"Only everyday of my life. Well enough about me, you have a show to do. Get out there." Amy gulped and forced on a smile, for Tom and for the audience. That little speech back there didn't make her feel any better. She straightened out her dress that she was wearing, the light blue one that Jack had brought her in Tortuga. She walked to the center of the stage and waited for the shouting and clapping to go down. Amy looked in the center of the room and thought she saw Jack's hat in the crowd. She shook the thought from her mind and realized the crowd had calmed down. Amy took a deep breath and began to sing.

Amy smiled and listened to the crowd cheer for her when she was finished. She looked over at the center section of the room again and noticed a group of men were very angry and were pointing at their rum. Suddenly one of the men quickly stood up from his chair and started running towards the exit. This sight made Amy smile and laugh to herself.

'What the hell is going on over there?' She made the crowd settle down and prepared to sing another song.

Jack's POV

Jack smiled. She had to be the best singer he had ever heard, and his favorite. But the men in front of him were saying otherwise. They were going to pay for that and looks like their punishment just arrived.

The barmaid had come back and handed a new round of rum to the men. When she was finished, she looked at Jack and gave him a wink. Jack smiled and nodded in thanks. He was going to love what was coming next. The men continued to make comments about Amy that wanted to make Jack go over there and kill them right now, but knew they would be getting their punishment soon enough. The men made another toast and clanged their mugs together and started chugging the whole thing down. Soon, the men all spat out their rum at the same time so now their table was covered with it.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with this rum? It tastes like it has salt in it!" Jack smirked. He

plan was carried out. But then he got another idea and decided to carry out his plan further. Jack tapped the man who made the comment about wanting to have a go at Amy on the shoulder, and waited for him to turn around.

"Here drink my rum. It helps the taste go away." Jack held up his rum for man to take and watched him pull the mug right out of his hand and drank the whole thing down. And there still was quite a lot left. Jack's smirk grew. He knew what was coming next. The man put down the mug on the table and his face suddenly started to turn pale. He quickly stood up and watched the man run towards the exit of the pub.

"Serves him right." Feeling accomplished, Jack leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up onto the table. He noticed that Amy was still standing on stage. She had made the crowd quiet down and prepared to sing another song. Jack was surprised by this, but immediately smiled and waited for her to start.

Jack clapped along with the rest of the pub when Amy completed her song. It was so much nicer now that the men in front of him were hollering since they were sick from drinking their 'special' rum. He couldn't help but wonder if that song was about him. If it was about him, then that would mean…

"Here you go sir." Jack saw the same barmaid as before place a pint of rum in front of him and smile.

"I didn't ask for this."

"It's a thanks for teaching those men a lesson. They have been disrupting the whole pub every single day ever since she came. It's about time someone got them to shut up." Jack nodded and looked back at Amy. She gave the crowd one last wave goodbye and walked off the stage.

"Poor girl. She's been miserable ever since she came here." Jack turned around and looked at the girl with curiosity.

"Why? What 'ave ye heard?"

"Everyone says that she came here to get rid of her problems. Rumor has it that she fell in love with a pirate and then he left her. She was devastated. The girl wanted to do something for herself so she came her to sing to help get over that pirate. But know all she can think about is how all the men come to look at her and not hear her sing. What else does she expect from them? I mean…that's what they do. It's their nature. And from that pirate? She must know that pirates can't love. They're more of…less committed people. They're only looking for one good night and nothing more."

"Not all pirates are like that."

"Well I'm sure you are. Such a fine man as yourself could easily have any girl they want. Such a handsome…rugged…mysterious man should only get the best." The girl started to play with the beads Jack's hair and sat down on the arm of his chair.

"And I am the best," she whispered in his ear. She gently ran the tips of her fingers along his cheek and slowly leaned in to kiss him.

"Well then if you're the best, go and find someone who actually wants your services. You should have no trouble finding anybody, since you are the best as you say." The girl pushed herself off of the chair and looked at Jack with anger filled eyes. She stomped her foot and spun around in the other direction and stomped away.

"And I highly doubt that you're the best," he added on to himself. Jack looked at the table and remembered that she brought some more rum.

"Now we can't let that go to waste." Jack picked up the mug and drank the whole thing. He was going to need all the rum he could get. He remembered what he had come here to do. Taking one deep breath, he gathered up all his courage and headed off to look for Amy.

"Goddamn it. Where is she?" Jack had looked all over the pub. He looked down every hallway, looked in every door and still could not find Amy. There couldn't be to many places left to look. He searched in every place he could think of, unless of course there was some sort of hidden area. Very unlikely though so he decided against it. Finally, Jack broke down and decided to ask somebody. He walked over to the bar area and sat down at a stool. There was an old man, about the age of Gibbs, working there.

"Excuse me, mate?" Jack got the man's attention and watched him walk over to where he was sitting.

"Need something to drink?"

"No…not yet. I was wondering if you could tell me where Miss Jones, the singer, dressing room is, um Mister…"

"Name's Tom. And who might you be?"

"Name's Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow if ye please."

"Jack Sparrow, you say. Interesting. And why exactly are you looking for Miss Jones?"

"I have to…ah…clear up a few misunderstandings. I need to tell her something very important."

"You do? Well then, I guess you better go square things out with her right away then. Her room is down that hallway and is the third door on the right." Tom pointed his finger at the hallway was talking about and Jack nodded in agreement.

"Thanks much…Tom, was it?"

"Yes. Tom." Jack nodded and walked off to the hallway Tom pointed at.

"Hope Amy doesn't kill him."

Jack walked down the hallway and found the door Tom was talking about. He had already gone down this hallway and opened every single door. Then he remembered that this door was locked and couldn't get inside of it.

"Maybe it's a sign," he mumbled to himself. He was pacing back and forth in front of the door thinking if he should really do this. Right behind that door was Amy. He didn't know how she would react. She might be calm and collective, or she might try to kill him the second she sees him. There is so much that she could do.

"Maybe I should just knock on her door and get it over with. Or should I just walk away and pretend like nothing happened. No, That's the coward's way out. But she's never going to know that I was here, so it really wouldn't be taking the coward's way out. The only person that'll ever know I was here is me. But then I'll just o back to drinking myself to sleep every night. I'll probably end up killing myself from not talking to her. Damn. I have to at least know

what her feelings are for me. Even if they are not good. I have to do this. Goddamn women. I'll probably kill myself for this in the morning." Jack stopped pacing and stood right in front of the door. He brought his hand up to knock on the door when the door suddenly opened and standing in the entrance was Amy.

Amy's POV

"I could have sworn that was Jack's hat." Amy grabbed a towel and wiped her face off. She had just washed off all the makeup she was wearing and was drying off all the water.

"I'm almost sure that was Jack's hat. But why would somebody have his hat? It's not like he would come back here after last night." Outside she could hear somebody walking back and forth in the hallway.

"What are they doing out there?" Amy tossed the towel onto the floor and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked…depressed. Her once always-happy face was gone and was replaced by a straight mouth. Her eyes had no sparkle in them any more and looked dull. She showed no emotion at all, except sadness and depression. There were small bags from under her eyes from the hangover she had this morning. Her hair was messed up and was starting to tangle. She grabbed a brush and sat down in a chair in front of the mirror and started brushing her hair.

"I mean, why would we come back? It's not like he loved me or anything. That one waitress was right. How could I expect more out of a pirate. Pirates don't love. He wouldn't have any reason to come back." She could still hear somebody walking outside of her door.

"Will they bloody ever stop?" She put down the brush and grabbed the red ribbon. She took it everywhere with her now. It sort of became like a good luck charm. Much like the necklace that Jack gave her. Amy attempted to tie her hair into a bun but was unsuccessful. She sighed and tied to ribbon like a headband around her hand, in the same style that made her look like a ten-year-old.

"Jack loved it when my hair was like this. He would be calling me Goldilocks right about now if he were here. It makes me feel like a kid again." Somebody was still walking outside her door.

"That's it! I bloody can't take it anymore." Amy got up from her chair and walked towards the door. The walking had stopped on her way there but she still wanted to see who it was. She opened the door and froze in her place when she saw who it was. Jack.

Oooooooooooo, I'm evil. Thought you were going to see what happens when Jack and Amy see each other? Mwhahahahahahaha! You have to wait for another chapter. Yes, I'm evil. I promise that Amy and Jack will talk to each other in the next chapter. Unless Jack gets shot by a random bullet or Amy suddenly has a heart attack. –evil smirk- You will see what happens. Thanks for all the lovely reviews! TA!