Disclaimer.:. I tried to buy Jack the other day, but apparently the spare change in my pocket is not enough. Anyone care to start up a fund?

None of this is my own…yet.

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Will froze, there was no way she could have known his real name, perhaps he just thought she said it. Recalling the conversation, he realized that no, she really had said Mr. Turner. Walking quickly to catch up to her, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop.

"What…How," Will questioned her.

Ali stared at him a moment. Honestly she didn't know why it took her so long to recognize him, for it was a habit of hers to look at the wanted sketches that people brought in for her father to see.

William Turner had graced quite a few of them for various crimes, the normal piracy, pillaging, and even a few kidnapping charges. He was also known to sail with Jack Sparrow on the Black Pearl, a man who definitely had a long list of crimes.

She berated herself, even if she hadn't realized who Turner was at first she definitely should have recognized Mr. Swallow for who he really was, I mean come on, the last names weren't even that different, and his manner of speech was certainly unique.

"I have seen your wanted sketches on my father's desk before," Ali informed him after thinking about how she did in fact recognize him. She then realized that he was still holding her arm and pulled it out of his hand.

Jack looked over at the two of them and noticed Will's hand holding Ali's arm and smirked as she yanked it away from him.

"Why are you here Mr. Turner," Ali inquired. There must have been some reason for him to show up here, pirates don't just show up at her house for absolutely no reason. No, when a pirate showed up at her house, there was always a reason.

"I don't think I can tell you that, Miss Jones," professed Will.

"And I don't think you are in a position to be withholding information," Ali reckoned, "All it would take is a small conversation with my father and you and Mr. Sparrow would be heading for the gallows."

Jack heard his name, his real name brought into conversation, so he decided it would be best if he strolled on over and put his two sense worth in. "It's Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow luv, an' you would do well to 'member it," Jack slurred out.

"Well Captain would you kindly inform me as to why you are at my house, during my party?" Ali retorted. "Oh and you better be quick about it, here come my parents and Lord Bray."

Will looked behind him and saw that indeed Mr. and Mrs. Jones, accompanied by Lord Bray were walking in their direction. "Make your decision Jack, we need to hurry," whispered Will urgently.

Of course Jack wasn't going to tell her the entire truth, it just wasn't the way that Jack worked. Actually, he wasn't going to get a chance to tell her any anything at the moment for right as he was starting to tell Ali some half lie, her parents and fiancé showed up and stepped in between Will and Ali.

"Darling, have you been having a pleasant conversation?" Lana asked Ali. Her mother may have been very into material processions but she wasn't stupid. She could tell when something wasn't feeling right.

Ali looked at her mother than at Jack before her eyes finally settled on Will. She didn't know whether or not she should tell her parents, if she didn't and someone got hurt over it, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself, but then there was something holding her back, she didn't think that they would intentionally hurt anyone.

"I," Ali began, still looking at Will, "yes we have been talking about the ball and how much fun we have been having."

She saw Will visibly let out the breath he had been holding in and mouth a thanks. No, she wouldn't spill their secrets…yet.

"Oh that's wonderful hun," her father imputed, not catching on the tension within the group.

Ali had to repress from rolling her eyes, only her father could be so completely oblivious. Before she had a chance to move onto a new topic, Thomas put his arm around her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Still sore over the dance she shared with Will and wished too show his…ownership if you will.

"What do you think you are doing?" Ali demanded in hushed tones.

Ali tried to shove his shoulder off without drawing much attention and upon failing grabbed it with her free hand and forcefully removed it, ignoring the looks her mother gave her. She was honestly past caring what people thought of her, if they think her to be an unladylike

"Ali love, don't you think I have the right to show you affection," mumbled Thomas into her ear, just loud enough for everyone to hear, "after all we are to be married."

"Married," exclaimed Will.

"The right?" Ali seethed, "You have absolutely no right to touch me."

Ali threw Thomas's arm off of her shoulder and stormed out of the room, Thomas following close behind. Robert sighed, "Yes Mr. Brown, they are getting married, he is a fine match for her, even if she doesn't see it."

"I don't think you

"Alexzandria Jones, stop this moment," Thomas bellowed out to her, following her down the drafty hallway.

"Um…how about no?" Ali called over her shoulder, heading to her bedroom.

Just as she was extending her hand Thomas took a few running steps, grabbed her arm and pulled Ali into him. "I think I told you to stop," he growled. "How dare you embarrass me like that out there!"

"Funny, I thought men of your standing in life were above being embarrassed," taunted Ali.

Ali thought that it was probably unhealthy how red his face was turning and being the person she was, she figured she should warn him. "You know," she began, "you should probably get that checked, you don't know what lasting effects could occur."

The next thing Ali knew was Thomas's hand hitting her across the cheek. "How dare you talk to me like that," Thomas bellowed, "I deserve more respect than that."

Ali was furious, she couldn't believe that he just hit her. Well her father certainly didn't teach her to take things laying down, so squirming out of his hold she closed her fist and hit him in the nose.

His hands fly to his nose as the blood started pouring from it. Violently he grabbed her and threw her bodily into the wall. The paintings on the wall rattled as her body impacted with the hard barrier and the oriental vase sitting on a small pillar stand fell to the floor and shattered into hundreds of pieces.

Moaning slightly Ali started to crawl away from Thomas, not quite ready to fight back yet. She heard him chuckle slightly and say something about not getting away with this behavior when he grabbed her foot. Just as her scream was muffled by Thomas's large hand, he froze.

Ali heard the cock of a pistol and looked up to enough see one pressed to the side of Thomas's head.

"I wouldn't be doin' that if I were you mate."

.:. First off I would like to thank M.J.L.S and Incubus2704 for their reviews, they are very much appreciated. Second, I am sorry this chapter is so short, but I need your guy's opinion. I am thinking that I am going to base this after DMC, but I when I started it out I was going to have it go through DMC, so what's your opinion?

.:.Oh and reviews always welcome. I am happy with how many hits I have been getting but I only have a couple reviews. –Points to little button at the bottom left of your screen- I could really use some more feed back, and constructive criticism.:.

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