Twilight Poet: Hello dudes and dudettes! Terrible sorry this took so long! Believe it or not but a virus attacked my computer and I lost EVERYTHING! (sobs like a baby)

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Twilight Poet: None-the-less. Thank-you again to my pal Aleana! My one (and only) true inspiration for this fic.

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Chapter 8 – Scally Wags

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Meanwhile –back in jail- Jack had managed to break the bone in half and was trying to pick the lock. Gin had randomly fallen back to sleep and was silently watching jack from her curled up position on the floor. Pretending to fall asleep was the only thing she could do to stop him from asking annoying questions that she couldn't quickly answer. All she had to do was wait for Will to come along… IF HE EVER WOULD! This was taking a lot longer than it had in the movie. Suddenly footsteps came thudding down the stairs. Jack threw himself to the ground and Gin closed her eyes.

"About bloody time," she muttered to herself.

Will came panting over to them, "You Sparrow! And… err… friend…"

"Hawkins," Gin smirked.

"NOW you're awake?" Jack cried, bending his head backwards to look at her.

Gin chuckled nervously, but was saved by Will's impatience.

"You're familiar with that ship? The black Pearl?"

"I've heard of it," Jack mused, picking at his teeth.

A determined look came to Will's face, "Where does it make berth?"

Feeling left out, Gin hurried to squash in a line or two, "Where does it make berth? Have you not heard the stories? 'Captain' Barbossa and his crew of miscreants –including one freaky, psychopathic monkey- sail from the dreaded Isla de Muerta. It's an island that cannot be found except by those who already know where it is."

Jack's eye widened but Will shrugged, "The ship's real enough. Therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?"

"Why ask us?" Jack yawned, studying an extremely interesting, goo-shaped object that he'd pulled out of his teeth with a, 'I really don't remember eating that' expression on his face.

"Because you're pirates." Stated Will, like it was the most obvious answer.

Gin looked at him, "And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?"

"Never!" cried the blacksmith, before adding quietly, "They took Miss Swann and her sister…"

Jack laughed, "Oh, so it is that you've found a girl. I see."

Gin, who had been frozen in place, suddenly jumped to life, "NO!" she shrieked, "OHMIGAWD! I completely forgot about that. Oh, poor Sarah! Poor Liz! They're stuck with the freaky monkey!"

"That's the second time you've done that," frowned Jack, "How can you possible know those Lasses?"

"I'm not sure," Gin groaned, making an over-dramatic act of being in great pain, "I think I do… maybe… ARGH! I CAN'T REMEMBER!"

"What's with her?" Will whispered.

"Dunno," replied Jack, "Found her drowning in the ocean… figured I better save her. Knocked her head though –can't remember a thing. You think I should have tossed her back?"

"I'm standing right here!" Gin cried, "I CAN hear you…"

Sparrow shrugged and laid back down, "Well, if you're intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue and so win fair lady's heart you'll have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me."

"Awww Jack, that was beautiful!" Gin chuckled with a lop-sided grin, "We'll make a poet of you yet!"

Jack gave her a look of pure horror. Will raised an eyebrow.

"I can get you out of here." Will said finally, breaking the awkward silence.

"How's that? The key's run off." Jack glared at Gin, who just waved back.

"I helped build these cells." Will grinned, "These are half pin-barrel hinges." He picked up a bench and placed it at the cell door, "With the right leverage and the proper application of strength… the door will lift free."

Jack paused for a moment, "What's your name?"

"Will Turner."

"That will be short for William , I imagine. Good, strong name. No doubt, named for your father, eh?"

"Yes." Will replied.

"Oh now that's familiar," Gin interrupted, "Bah! I almost have this one! Do you, by chance, make boots?"

"No, Blacksmith."

Gin sighed, "Nope, it's gone again…"

"Uh-huh…" Jack shook his head, "Well, Mr. Turner , I've changed me mind. If you spring me from this cell I swear on pain of death I shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonny lass."

"Ditto," Gin grinned.

"Do we have an accord?"

"Agreed." Nodded Will, leaning over and Shaking Jack's hand.

"Agreed! Get us out."

After huffing and puffing, thee door finally lifted with a loud clang.

"Hurry." Murmured Will, "Someone will have heard that."

"Not without our effects!" cried Gin, running over and grabbing the armful of both pirates gear.

Putting on their stuff as they ran, the blacksmith and pirates hurried through the streets of the city. Dodging the guards and pedestrians, they managed to scurry down to the beach and under a bridge.

"We're going to steal a ship…?" asked Will, glancing across the bay towards the dauntless. "That ship?"

Gin thwacked him over the head, "We're pirates! We don't steal! We commandeer… nautical term."

Jack nodded, "We're going to commandeer that ship…" he pointed over to the Interceptor, currently being stuffed with supplies. He paused and turned to Will, "One question about your business, boy, or there's no use going. This girl – how far are you willing to go to save her?"

Will's face hardened, "I'd die for her."

"Oh, good." Jack smiled, "No worries, then."

Thy left the safety of the bridge and scurried towards an upside down canoe. Picking it up, they held it over their heads and waded into the chilly water. Significantly shorter than her two 'comrades', Gin found herself kicking franticly to keep her head above water.

Will peered past Gin's head towards Jack, who was in the lead, "This is either madness or brilliance."

"It's remarkable how often those two traits coincide." Jack replied.

"Yeah," Gin laughed, "Jack here's the very essence of those words… you don't think there are any sharks out here do you?"

"Not sure… why?" asked Will.

Gin paled, "'cause I'm deathly afraid of them!"

Suddenly a crunch sounded under the water.

"ARGH THE SHARK'S ARE BITTING," Gin cried, spinning about like a maniac. She turned to face Will

"No," he blushed, more than a little shocked at the pure, genuine terror in the young pirates eyes, "I've stood in a crab cage."

Gin's breathing slowed a little and she splashed her face with the water. "Sorry," she muttered, and kept silent for the rest of the journey.

Using the rope from the crab cage, they climbed up the side of the dauntless.

Jack walked calmly down the steps, "Everyone stay calm! We are taking over the ship."

Will ran over with his sword, "Aye! Avast!"

The men burst out laughed and Jack raised his eyebrow (they love doing that don't they?). Will shrugged.

Gillette sneered, "This ship cannot be crewed by two men and a woman! You'll never make it out of the bay."

Gin's mouth dropped, "WHY YOU NASTY LITTLE SON OF A-!" she drew her sword and placed it to the man's pasty neck, "I could slit you from ear to ear." She hissed.

"Son…" Jack grinned, "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow… and she's insane! Savvy?"

Once they managed to get Gillette into hi little boat, he sat there shouting and screaming like a mad man, "Sir! They've taken the Dauntless. They've taken the ship! Sparrow and Turner and a crazy Girl - they've taken the Dauntless!"

"Shut your trap," Gin called, "Don't make me come down there young man!"

Gillette blanched, but didn't stop his waving.

"Here they come," called Will.

Gillette shouted to his crew, "Bring her around! Bring her around!"

As they quietly swung across to their new quarters, they could here Norrington bellowing his orders. "Search every cabin, every hold, down to the bilges… Sailors! Back to the Interceptor! Now!"

Gin held onto the ropes, cackling evilly at the look on the Commodore's face.

Jack waved his hat, "Thank you, Commodore, for getting us ready to make way. We'd have had a hard time of it by ourselves."

Norrington glared, "Set top sails and clear up this mess!"

They could see Norrington was preparing to attack and cracked up laughing when one sailor cried, "Commodore, he's disabled the rudder chain, sir!"

Gin held onto her sides as tears fell from her eyes, "Hahaha… I-I can just imagine what their saying." She put on a corny sailor act, "That's got to be the best pirate I've ever seen!" she switched to Norrington, "So it would seem…"

The guys smirked at her antics, but continued to set up the ship. They had a long journey ahead of them. Seeing she wasn't needed, Gin stole away to the crows nest and flopped down in it, shaking anxiously. She'd never done anything like this before and her nerves were beginning to jitter in excitement. But mostly she worried for her friends. Were they safe? Had the pirates done anything to hurt them? For the first time in her life, she felt completely alone and helpless. Rubbing her eyes, she curled up in a small ball and sang softly to herself (something she often did when confused).

Be kind to your web-footed friends…

'cause a duck may be somebody's mooooother.

They live in the weirs and the glens

And they never get wet feet.

If you think this is the end of the song…

…well it is.