A/N: ready for round two? If not, TOO BAD!

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And There She Goes!

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This was not good. Not good at all.

Here Nakita was, standing alone on the rotting docks of Tortuga, watching as her beloved ship 'the Siren' sailed away into the night cast waters without her on it.

In other words it was being stolen, plain and simple. And there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

After all what could she do? Standing there looking a bit like a cod fish with her mouth hanging open wasn't going to get her ship back.

So she did something she did a lot while thinking. She paced, franticly. Up and down the docks she walked, nervously wringing her hands and glancing out at the water as her ship glided farther and farther away. That was their only ship! They didn't even have a row boat to chase it with! Everything they owned was on that ship. There crew would have no where to go, not that they were to attached to their crew mind you. They had only been with them since the last port. But the fact remained it stranded them here too. And that was going to make them angry, and she hated dealing with angry pirates.

"This isn't happening this isn't happening" she kept chanting, hoping it was just a bad dream.

Their ship was sailing away. They were going to have to…

She let out and audible gasp and came to a halt when the though of Clea popped into her head. What the hell was she going to say to this? Clea lived for The Siren.

Or more importantly, what would she do?

"I suppose we should go after it" came a lazy voice from behind her, almost causing Nakita to jump out of her skin.

Spinning around she found the devil herself, one hand on her hip and the other holding a small green bottle which she only assumed was rum. Her middle length black hair was its usual unruly self and held back by a worn green sash that tied underneath. Her off white men's shirt was rolled up at the sleeves and bunched just under her elbows, sporting its fair share of wear and tear. Her black breeches were form fitting, the knees faded a riddled with holes. Add that with her brown scuffed boots and you had the perfect picture of a pirate, and her posture always said 'I'm not afraid to show it.'

"And how long have you been standing there? Some has stolen OUR ship!" she yelled suddenly, stomping one foot and pointing a firm arm after it. She gave Clea an exasperated look, obviously hoping Clea would know of a reasonable course of action.

Instead, Clea just gave her one of those 'no worries' looks and casually put her olive colored hand on Nakita's shoulder.

"Well" she said slowly, looking suddenly serious. "Then we better go get it" was her only response before flashing a wide grin and shoving Nakita none to gently off the wooden docks and into the freezing water.

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"Jack, is this really a good idea? Stealing a ship out of Tortuga? This could belong to anyone!"

Will Turner had been apprehensive about their whole situation since leaving Port Royal a few days ago. Its true Will had wanted to get away from everything. After his fiancée Elizabeth left him to 'fully experience life', he had wanted nothing more then to take to the seas and live his life after the pirate blood he knew coursed through his veins, to forget everything.

But this just gave him the feeling of being a common thief. Something his pompous upbringing just couldn't shake off. It didn't feel right.

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His partner in crime however, the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, saw no problem with taking the ship and was currently transfixed at the helm, a somber look to his features. His eyes were half lidded and they were missing the normal charm will was used to seeing in his friend.

"Commandeering, mate" he corrected Will, pulling him out of his daze, without taking his gaze off the dark waters ahead

"Yes, I believe I have herd that one before." Will mumbled under his breath as the few members of the Pearls crew that remained bustled around him.

Sighing in defeat, Will turned on his heel and joined the crew in securing the sails. They were just drifting, and they would have to pick up speed if they had any hope of catching the Pearl before dawn.

He knew jack well enough to know he would stop at nothing to get the pearl back.

And it just might come to that.

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A/N: so, what do you think? Looks interesting, yes? Ill update as fast as I can. Reviews help motivate and are mush appreciated! Savvy?