I really wanted to get this one out finally...so then I can get to my other chapters. So enjoy (hopefully)

Disclaimer: Don't own any Pirates of the Caribbean characters...wish I did but I don't. However I do own theroughish pirateSwimmer, and the other characters who go by Skip, Mac, and Captain Riley and maybe some others. So ask before you use them.

And here we go!

Chapter 3: Escape and Information

Swimmer ran on through the crowd, trying desperately to evade her pursuers. Skip, holding on tight to her shirt, yowled in her ear. "Yes I know!" She barked at him as she nearly ran into a wagon that was stopping outside a house. She stopped and turned. "What they got more!" Swimmer demanded as she saw now five soldiers running after her. "Just my rotten luck." She mumbled as she continued down the road, now entering the congested city.

Swimmer continued to run at top speed through the crowds of people wandering the streets, bumping into countless people and knocking over a couple carts. She dodged down an alley and stopped short at seeing a group of soldiers searching around. They spotted her and she turned and took off again, jumping over a cart of fruit as she went.

Swimmer ducked under a horse and heard it's driver yell at her as she swung around a pole and leaned up against a house. She looked right and saw some soldiers coming her way. She walked back towards the street and again saw soldiers. Swimmer shot a glance at the building and pushed the door open and ran in, closing the door behind her. Her chest heaved and she looked and saw a man and woman sitting at a table watching her.

"Nice home you have here." She ventured at their startled faces. She felt banging on the door and heard a yell, "British Navy Officers! Open up!" Swimmer pushed off the door and ran up the stairs that she saw in the back of the room. She stumbled up them and came into another dark room. Swimmer frantically looked around for a place to hide as she heard loud voices from below. There wasn't any place she could use, and then she saw the open window.

Swimmer run and pushed the window open a little further and climbed through, stepping on the wooden plank outside the window She turned, holding onto the outside molding and saw the door shake as someone tried to open it. Swimmer stood on her tip-toes and grabbed panels of the roof, hooked her foot on the window ledge and pulled herself up as the door broke open. She settled on her knees on the clay tiles on the roof. Swimmer hesitantly stood up, trying to get her balance and not slip on the tiles. She heard a clank behind her and saw a hand come up on the roof behind her. Swimmer stumbled across the roof, and nearly fell as she came to the other end. She stopped short and looked down, then behind her at the soldiers who were attempting to climb up. Swimmer took a long breath and jumped.

The soldiers came up to the edge of the roof and looked down at the street. Nothing. No girl lying there unmoving, or even sitting there. She wasn't even walking away. "She disappeared." Mumbled one of the soldiers.

"No one can just disappear. We'll keep looking for her." They turned to return to the window and reenter the house.

Halfway down the house, on a pole that stuck out and held the British flag, Swimmer hung like a right-side up bat. Swimmer tightened her hands as she hung and thanked the stars that they hadn't seen her. Skip yipped and Swimmer turned her head. "Well how else did you expect me to escape?" She demanded of him. Then she looked down to see the soldiers walking outside the house. Now how am I going to get down, she wondered to herself, then saw a wagon approaching. "Sorry to do this to you again, mate." She whispered to Skip as she let go and felt herself drop into the back of the wagon holding a large pile of fresh hay. Swimmer sat up from where she had landed and saw the soldiers getting smaller as the wagon left. She sighed and leaned back in the hay, letting the wagon do all the work.

After a couple minutes of driving and Swimmer decided she'd ridden far enough. She stood up on the edge of the wagon and jumped off, landing hard on the dirt. She straightened up and brushed off the excess hay she'd acquired, while looking around for any sign of a soldier. As she looked around she saw multiple people drifting in the direction of the courtyard at the edge of the town. A curious look crossed her face, but she was knocked out of her gaze as she felt someone run into her side. Her expert senses felt the small hand dig into her pocket and pull out what she had in there. Swimmer whirled around and grabbed the arm as the person tried to sneak away.

"Hey miss what 'cha doin'?" howled the young boy, who only looked to be around eleven. "Are you crazy or sumtin'?"

"Give it back." Swimmer demanded, holding out her free hand. "That's very special to me and I'd be very grateful if you would hand it over." The boy looked at her dumbly until she shook him slightly, and then he handed her back the object. Swimmer stuffed it back in her pocket and gave the boy a look over.

"Where're all those people going?" She asked him.

"What's in it for me?" questioned the boy.

"This." Swimmer showed him a gold piece and the boy's eyes widened. "I'll give you this to add to however much else you got today."

"Three." Said the boy proudly, holding up his fingers.

"The people." Swimmer reminded him sternly.

The boy shrugged slightly. "Most of them is high folks that are going to see the ceremony in the square. Us lower ones aren't invited."

"Probably because you'd be picking their pockets." Swimmer replied tactfully. "What ceremony?"
"Commodore Norrington is getting a medal or some sort of award."

"Why?"

"Because of cleansing the waters of pirates, or something." The boy informed her. "He hung five more pirates last week, and he's still searching for more. I think he's obsessed with it."

Swimmer contemplated it. "All the upper class is there?"

"Most of 'em. Can I have my money now?" The boy asked.

"Here." Swimmer handed him the coin and walked off toward the square, disappearing into the crowd.

"Oh boy! Four whole gold pieces." Exclaimed the boy, reaching into his pocket to look at them all. "Hey….there's only three…." He looked off in the direction that Swimmer had walked off and scowled. "Pirate." He muttered angrily before walking off.

I dont know if that chase scene is believable or even possible of ever happening...but that's why it's fiction. So read and review please!