Author's note: By the way, Laura's weapons are the traditional sword and pistol. Also, I obviously don't own POTC. Thirdly, let me know if I made any grammar/spelling mistakes so that I can correct them in the future. Finally, I had to change and/or add a couple of details to the original script. Enjoy!

1: Reunion

As Port Royal came into view, their boat once again began filling with water. After five minutes of Laura dumping water out by herself, Jack finally came down from his perch on the tiny mast and helped to keep the boat afloat. Laura was slightly seized with fear when she joined the captain in saluting the hanged pirate skeletons and wondered why they had to find a ship in Port Royal of all places. Before they were within twenty feet of the dock, Laura was already swimming, while Jack once again stood on the mast and casually stepped onto the dock. As the twenty-year-old pirate continued to swim towards the shore, she exchanged nods with her captain just as he was stopped by a man who seemed to be a money-collector of some sorts, but Laura went on with reaching the shore since she knew that Jack would be fine.

--

Walking through the town, Laura noticed that very few people were in the streets; most likely at some fancy ceremony, knowing how those towns were. She also noted that the people who were in streets avoided her as if she had a contagious disease. After wandering around for about a half an hour, Laura passed by a blacksmith shop on a corner. Hearing the sound of soldiers coming down the street, she slipped into the shop and closed the door behind her. As she leaned against the door sighing with relief for not being discovered, she heard a familiar voice say "'ello, love" from inside the shop. Following the voice, Laura saw Jack attempting to remove a pair of handcuffs from his wrists.

"What did you do this time, Jack?" Laura asked as she pointed to a donkey-powered machine that would do the job of removing the handcuffs.

"What makes you think that I did something?" Jack asked in turn as the handcuffs were crushed by the wheels.

Suddenly, the door opened and the two pirates hid just as a young man came walking into the shop. From her hiding place, Laura saw the man, who seemed familiar for some reason, look at the drunk sleeping in the corner and say,

"Right where I left you", and to the hammer on the anvil, "not where I left you."

As Laura was imagining how stupid the boy was to be talking to tools, she saw him reach for Jack's hat on the table and Jack take out his sword to defend it.

"You're the one they're hunting. The pirate," the boy said.

After Jack responded, Laura simply sat down to watch the show. Jack had the surprisingly talented sword-fighter covered and the door was barred, so she simply had to wait for Jack to pull out his pistol and they would be on their way.

Unfortunately, it did not work out as Laura pictured it. While she was trying to figure out why the boy seemed so familiar, she heard the soldiers trying to break in.

"Jack!" she yelled, motioning to the vibrating door.

"Move away," Jack ordered as he pointed his pistol at the offending blacksmith.

"No." the boy stubbornly replied.

"Jack," Laura pleaded, "we don't have time for this. Please move." She told the young man.

Once again, the proper townsman said, "No! I cannot just step aside and let you escape."

As Jack cocked his gun, he stated, "This shot is not meant for you."

Suddenly, Laura heard something that sounded like shattering glass. She observed Jack lying face-down on the ground and the drunk standing there with a broken bottle in his hands.

Confused and afraid for Jack and herself, Laura turned to see if there was a way out, only to settle on a glare at the boy in the exit.

As she bent down to see if Jack was unconscious or just faking it, which was unlikely, the soldiers poured in and surrounded the two pirates.

After Jack was drug away, the Commodore walked over to Laura with several of his soldiers and introduced himself. Holding out his right hand for her to shake, he said,

"I believe anyone who survives an encounter with a pirate deserves recognition."

With a faint hope that she might get out of the situation, Laura hesitantly put her hand into his. As soon as she did this, he pushed her sleeve up a little, revealing the "P"-shaped brand.

"Oh," Norrington stated sarcastically, "well I suppose we now know why you're still in one piece,…what was your name again?" He then pushed Laura's sleeve up a little further, bringing her tattoo into view.

"Ah, yes, Laura Lark. I thought I recognized your description. Take her away," he said and Laura was dragged off to the jail.

--

That night in the cell, the two pirates heard the sound of cannons from the bay.

"I know those guns," Jack said, looking out the window. "It's the Pearl."

After she had looked at the dark silhouette of the offending ship in the bay, Laura commented,

"Well Jack, you wanted your ship. That chance may be just around the corner if we're not hanged at dawn."

Suddenly, a huge hole was created as a cannonball crashed into the side of the jail. As the dust cleared, Jack and Laura witnessed the prisoners in the other cell crawling out of the jail through the hole. Unfortunately, it was not big enough on their side to even put their heads through.

Jack then began trying to get the key-dog's attention just before two of the attacking pirates forced their way into the jail.
"This ain't the armory," one of them observed.

"Obviously," Laura mumbled under her breath.

While the two pirates confronted Jack through the bars, Laura continued leaning against the wall of the cell.

After revealing that they were the undead pirates Jack had told Laura about, the visitors left.

"They could have at least busted the door open. Isn't there such a thing a charitable pirate anymore?" Laura asked sarcastically.

"Apparently not, love" Jack replied.

--

The next morning, the captain succeeded in breaking the dog bone into a rough pick shape, while his partner studied the hinges of their cage.

As Laura discovered a weakness in the door, they heard someone coming down the stairs.

Quickly, she backed up and casually leaned against the wall as the young blacksmith rushed into the jail.

"You, Sparrow!" the blacksmith called.
"Aye?" Jack responded from his relaxed position on the floor.

"You are familiar with that ship, the Black Pearl?" the boy queried.

"I've heard of it," Jack carelessly replied, examining his fingernails.

"Where does it make berth?"

Laura coughed to cover up her shock at a townsman in the middle of the pirate-infested Caribbean not knowing a simple pirate legend.

"Where does it make berth?" Jack asked, voicing his own bewilderment. "Have you not heard the stories?"

When the boy cocked his head, Jack continued.

"Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants sailed from the dreaded Isla de Muerta. It's an island that cannot be found except by those who already know where it is."

"The ship's real enough" the clueless man argued. "Therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?"

"Why ask me?" Jack questioned, once again studying his fingernails.

"Because you're a pirate," came the reply.

Laura had had enough of being ignored, so she decided to join the conversation, invited or not.

"And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?" she lazily asked.

"Never!" the boy argued, before continuing. "They took Miss Swann."

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

At this, Laura loudly cleared her throat.

"or my colleague here." Jack finished.

"I can get you out of here." The man stated.

"How's that? The key's run off," Jack said, nodding towards the empty hall.

Just as Laura was going to point out her discovery of the door's weakness to Jack, the blacksmith stated,

"I helped build these cells. These are half pin-barrel hinges. With the right leverage and the proper application of strength…the door will lift free."

"What's your name?" Jack asked, changing the subject entirely.

"Will Turner."

Laura widened her eyes at this revelation, but quickly returned to her casual position before either of the men noticed. She had never told anyone, even Jack, that there was more to her name than "Laura Lark" since her encounter with Davy Jones.

Completely unaware of his partner's reaction, the captain continued talking with Will.

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

"Yes," Will answered suspiciously.

"Uh-huh," Jack noted, clearly nearing the end of his negotiations. "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."

At this, Jack got up and put his hand through the bars for Will to shake. "Do we have an accord?"

"Agreed," Will submitted, shaking Jack's hand.

"Agreed. Get me out."

Will then lifted the door out of its hinges using the bench leaning against the jail wall.

"Hurry. Someone will have heard that," he warned.

"Not without my effects," Jack and Laura said in unison.

--

At the harbor, Jack pointed out two of the ships to Laura, who instantly understood the plan, but Will queried,

"We're going to steal a ship. That ship?" As he spoke, he motioned towards the ship called the Dauntless.

"Commandeer," Laura put in, "We're going to commandeer that ship."

"Nautical term," Jack finished for her. Then turning to Will interrogatingly, he asked, "One question about your business boy, or there's no use going. This girl- how far are you willing to go to save her?"

"I'd die for her," Will gallantly answered.

"Oh, good," the captain lightly commented, "No worries, then."

--

In the boat underwater, with Jack in the front, Laura in the middle, and Will in the back, the blacksmith commented,

"This is either madness or brilliance."

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

--

The pirates and the blacksmith then climbed aboard the Dauntless and, as they all raised there weapons, Jack called out,

"Everyone stay calm. We're taking over the ship."

"Aye! Avast!" Will called out as well.

As the men laughed, the captain walked up to Jack and said,

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

"Son," Jack said, pointing his pistol at the captain's nose, "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. And, if you didn't notice, this here would be Laura Lark. Savvy?"

They then lowered the crew into a boat and prepared to swing over to the other ship, the Interceptor, as Laura disabled the rudder chain. After successfully commandeering the ship, Jack called out to Norrington.

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

"Hmm," Laura thought out loud, "that usually doesn't work."

"It doesn't?" Will curiously asked.

"No. Usually, Jack ends up not being able to cut the grapnel ropes, while I can't figure out how to disable the rudder chain."

--

Later, while he was sharpening his sword, Will started explaining how he ended up in Port Royal to Jack. The captain acted as if he was only half listening, but Laura suspected that, like herself, he was all ears.

"When I was a lad living in England," Will began, "my mother raised me by herself. After she died, I came out here, looking for my father."

"Is that so?" Jack questioned, acting like he didn't really care. Will then got to his point.

"My father, Will Turner. At the jail, it was only after you learned my name that you agreed to help. Since that's what I wanted, I didn't press the matter. I'm not a simpleton, Jack. You knew my father."

"I knew 'im," Jack agreed. "Probably one of the few who knew him as William Turner. Everyone else just called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill."

"Bootstrap?" Will repeated doubtfully.

"Good man. Good pirate," Jack noted. "I swear you look just like him."

"It's not true," Will argued. "He was a merchant sailor. A good, respectable man who obeyed the law."

"Oh, and is that what your mum told you?" Laura muttered.

"He was a bloody pirate, a scallywag," Jack said.

Turning defensive, Will pointed his sword at Jack.

"My father was not a pirate."

"Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again.
"You didn't beat me," Will continued. "You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd kill you."

"Well, that not much incentive for him to fight fair, then, is it?" Laura put in.

Laura simply watched the rest of the argument, knowing that Jack would get his way in end.

When it was over, she turned to Will and asked, "Don't you have any siblings that you left in England?"

"No," Will replied. "Why?"

"Oh, no reason," Laura defended, going down to the main deck to think.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! R&R please!