"Tell me something Miss Walker. Do you fear us?" Beckett asked. Kris sat across his office, tied to yet another chair. She had a few scratches on her cheek from Norrington's backhand, and a bruise on the other from the slap and fall. She was exhausted, and it showed. Her head frequently started to fall to her chest when the officers conversed on their own. There was an officer standing behind her, however, who was in charge of kicking her chair or pushing hard on the back of her head to keep her awake. She was nodding off again when Beckett screamed at her, "MISS WALKER!" Kris's head snapped up in surprise. "DO…YOU…FEAR…US?"

Kris blinked several times and looked up at the short man, "A little?"

"A little. You seem to be in a predicament here Miss Walker. You see, the East India Trading Company has been long waiting to meet Captain Jack Sparrow."

"I guess you'll have to wait a bit longer…sir."

Beckett gave a false grin and walked over to her, "I see what you were saying Commodore, about her being disrespectful to men."

"Disrespectful? Where I come from, they'd throw you in jail for kidnapping and assault. There's equal rights for everyone, woman or man."

"Really? And where do you hail from?"

"The United States of America."

"The United States is no country I have ever heard of. Americas, yes."

"Then there, whatever. We have rights there. In this age, we use words, not physical abuse to get information out of the restrained."

"And just what age would that be?"

"Um, 2006? What age do you guys live in, seriously?"

Beckett and the others were laughing at this, "Sorry Miss, but we are several hundred years behind your time."

"What?"

"Miss Walker, we have just started traveling to the Americas. Here in the Caribbean, it is easier, closer, than from England. Maybe in 500 years, we can catch up to your forms of equality. Until then, we will do it as we've always done."

"This must be a dream," Kris said to herself, but all heard it.

Beckett pulled something out from the fireplace. He turned and walked over to Kris who was running thoughts through her head. "Tell me Miss Walker. Does this feel like a dream?" He motioned to one of the men. He came over and pinned Kris's arm down completely to the chair. Kris straightened and her eyes opened in shock. Beckett lowered the fiery metal to her skin as Kris screamed in pain.

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"Where are we?" Becca asked Jack. She ducked quickly as a bottle flew over her head and smashed against the wall. Jack kept walking like nothing ever had happened.

He gave a little smile, "Tortuga."

"Tortuga? As in Spanish for 'turtle'?"

"Precisely. How do you like it?"

Becca looked around and the various activities going on around her. It should be a rated R movie, she thought, but seeing Jack seemed to be at home here, she said, "It'll linger."

"I've heard that answer before." He walked into a building that looked curiously like a bar, except that the only people that were drinking were the ones that weren't in a fight. Actually, those fighting were also drinking, so it was a bar. Sort of. Jack grabbed a few mugs of rum and sat down at a table. Becca took a sip of hers, scowled and pushed it into the middle of the table where several pirates launched themselves at it. Jack looked around and stopped drinking when he saw someone pass him. He put down his drink and went after the man who slipped outside. Becca followed him too.

Just as Jack was ready to turn the corner, Becca saw who he was following. The blue coat gave him away and she grabbed Jack by the strap across his back. He fell back a few steps as she pushed him to the wall. "Wait!" She peered around the corner and saw the man look back where Jack would have been standing if she hadn't stopped him. His shoulders sagged and he turned and continued on. "It's a trap. He's a member of the British Royal Navy."

"I know. That, my dear, was the previously Commodore Norrington."

"You mean currently. Those tassels and thing-a-ma-bobs he's got are very new. I think he actually has a higher ranking that what he shows."

"How do you know all this?"

"AP European History, Senior year at high school. The basics. He knows that you're here. He's probably not alone too."

"Most likely Commodore has his bloody fleet with him. Bugger."

"Hey, I know you have to have a plan in that head, don't you? I have a very strong feeling that these guys are the ones who took Kris."

"No plan, none whatsoever."

"You're forgetting one thing."

"What's that luv?"

"You're Captain Jack Sparrow."

"Aye, that I am."

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"Get up! UP!" An officer yelled. Kris opened her eyes and looked up. It was Norrington. Great. Just what she needed, to get beat up again.

Won't these guys ever give up? She thought.

Norrington unlocked the metal door and swung it open. He strode in and grabbed Kris by her arms, hauling her tired body to her feet. She looked up at him, but he just kept walking, dragging her with him. They went up several flights of stairs and came out where Beckett had tortured her earlier. Everyone was gone except an officer and Norrington. Outside it was quiet, too quiet for Norrington she assumed. Before, it was so loud with the shouts of drunken men and skanky women that her head throbbed from the pounding noise. Norrington led her outside to a horse and buggy. The horse was standing in between the shafts of the carriage, but Kris noticed the leathers were cut and was not holding the horse in anymore. She looked around and didn't see anyone, but she saw a hat. Jack's hat. She glanced at Norrington, but he didn't seem to notice. He handed her off to the other officer as he climbed into the carriage.

Kris saw her chance, and heard a shout behind her. "NOW!" Without hesitating, Kris ran to the horse and swung herself upon him. He pranced to the side as she kicked him forward. Looking behind her, she saw several men surrounding the carriage. Jack's hat wasn't on the ground anymore and she scanned the crowd for him. There, he was just outside the door of the carriage. Then the door opened and Norrington stepped out. Kris whirled the horse around as she saw Norrington raise his pistol at Jack. The horse galloped obediently in the direction of the carriage. Men jumped out of the way as she pulled the horse in between Jack and Norrington. She pulled the horse into a rear and he lashed out, striking Norrington in the hip with his hooves. The Commodore fell back and the men advanced. As much as she hated the man, she couldn't stand to see him die because of her.

"No! Leave him, please! He's not worth the cost of bullet." Kris looked down at Jack and then outstretched a hand to him. He took it and hey swung up behind her. "Glad to see you well."

"As you luv. Gents, back to the boat! Anyone who kills him shall be killed himself." Jack placed his hands on Kris's hips and straightened. The horse danced nervously, "Off we go then."

"I'm glad you're okay, really." Before Jack could respond, Kris kicked the horse, "HA!" He jumped forward and took off into the night. They ran over a bridge when they heard other hoof beats. Kris looked to the right and saw a huge gray horse join them. "Becca?"

"Hey stranger. You okay?" Becca shouted over to Kris.

"Yeah. Who's that behind you?" Kris asked.

Jack grinned, "That luv, is Mr.Will Turner. He will help us on our little journey."

"Okay then. Let's get to that boat. You better have some room for another stowaway."

"Wouldn't have came if I didn't."

The two horses galloped side by side, stride by stride and continued until their riders reached their safe haven.