w00t! Second chapter!


"Grace, luv…. That's what you said you're name was, right? How did you get out here? There isn't another ship or land for miles!" said Jack, in a brief and rare state of soberness.

"Um, I'm not quite sure at the moment…." She sat back on her heels and tried to get a grip on the situation.

"Hmm…" he trailed off, once again becoming the slightly drunk captain that everyone knows and loves.

Grace then noticed that she, now standing, was ankle-deep in water. "Wait a minute." She said, her head clearing. "If you're Jack Sparrow, and this boat is sinking, then we must be heading off to Port Royal!"

"Yes, that would be correct. How might it be that you happen to know who I am and where I'm going?"

"Long story. Don't worry, if things go as planned, I'll have plenty of time to tell you later." She said, picking up a bucket and beginning to bail. "I suggest you help out with this."

"Ho ho, wait a second. First of all, what the bloody heck are you talking about? Second of all, you aren't coming with me, savvy?"

"No, not savvy. Yes I am."

"Give me one good reason."

"I know about your past." She was satisfied with the confused expression on his face. Still bailing, she continued. "You are Jack Sparrow, ex-captain of the Black Pearl. You made a deal some time ago with the infamous Davy Jones. If he raised the precious Pearl from the depths, you could be captain for thirteen years after which you are supposed to serve a full 100 year term aboard the Flying Dutchman. You, however, were only captain for two, thanks to your mutinous first mate, Hector Barbossa, who had a mysterious taste for green apples. The only one of the crew to stand by you was Bootstrap Bill Turner who will be mentioned later. After escaping with the rum traders from the island they cruelly marooned you on, you 'borrowed' a ship from your good friend Ana Marie and ended up here. Barbossa, on the other hand, found the Isle de Muerta where he took the Aztec gold and became a cursed, undead skeleton. Please remind me if I left anything out….. Savvy?" Though not obsessed, she certainly knew her stuff.

There was a long silence when only the sound of water and dangling beads could be heard. Finally, after spotting land, Jack spoke up. "Welcome to my crew."

Within the hour, Jack had stepped off the boat and was haggling with the dockmaster. "What do you say to three shillings, and we forget the name?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't accept bribes. If I can't have your name, I'll have to call the Navy guards."

Wait a second, this isn't supposed to happen! She thought quickly. "Oh, please sir. My uncle and I are just coming here to make an honest living on our own since my greedy old father keeps taking all of our hard-earned money. We're afraid that she's following us and we don't want a record of where we've been. Please, sir. I would be ever so grateful." After which Grace proceeded to perform the saddest puppy-eyes ever.

"Oh, you poor dear. Welcome to Port Royal."

Walking away, Jack muttered, "What was that?"

"I'd like to see you come up with something better on the spot. It doesn't matter. We're off to find a ship, right?"

"Commandeer a ship, luv. Commandeer."

"Ok. Hey, what are you doing? We want to go this way!" shouted Grace after Jack had walked right past the Interceptor.

"Oh. That's a pretty ship! Good choice."

Grace continued to roll her eyes until they confronted Murtogg and Mullroy.

"I've heard of one, supposed to be very fast, nigh un-catchable."

"The Black Pearl." they said together. She couldn't help but grin.

M&M, as she liked to call them, began to argue and she and Jack boarded the Interceptor. After what felt like forever, she heard the anticipated sploosh of woman hitting water.

"Finally." she muttered as Jack dove in to save Elizabeth. After seeing the giant ripples in the sea, she turned to M&M and said darkly, "I'd be on your guard. It's coming." Murtogg was about to question her outburst, but was interrupted by Jack flinging Elizabeth onto the dock. Grace took the short knife from Jack's belt and handed it to him, after which he cut her corset and she began to breathe again.

"Never would have thought of that."

"Clearly you've never been to Singapore."

Of course, with that out of the way the whole Navy fleet showed up. Grace waited patiently throughout the confrontation until Norrington addressed her.

"And who might you be?" he gave a wary eye to her attire.

"I'm his niece." She replied, she too looking down at her flannel pajama bottoms.

"Lock her up as well, until I can decide what to do with her." he finally ordered.

Before anyone knew it, Jack had thrown his irons around Elizabeth's neck.

"I knew you'd warm up to me. Commodore Norrington, my effects, please, and my hat. Commodore! Elizabeth . It is Elizabeth isn't it?

"It's Miss Swann ."

As Elizabeth returned said effects to Jack, Grace leaned over and whispered, "Listen, no matter what happens, trust your instincts and you'll pull through."

"Gentlemen, m'lady, you will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!"

She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck as he sprung up into the air and barreled down the makeshift zipline. Running through the streets, she pulled him into the blacksmith shop before he could protest.


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