HEY PEOPLE! This is unlucky chapter 13! Yeah I'm not getting a lot of reviews. It is making me very sad.

Chapter is dedicated to:

Alenor Peredhel

Also: Sakura123

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The crew of the Black Pearl sat in the Jolly Roger, drinking. Will was drowning his sorrows in rum, something that he didn't do very often.

"Look I'm sorry mate, but there's nothing we can do. The Rosaria could be anywhere by now." Jack tried to comfort him in vain.

They had been searching for Kate for five days, but found nothing. No one in the ports had seen Samuel Barnett or his crew.

Will was still angry at Jack for not telling. As much as he blamed Jack, he blamed himself twice that. If only he could have helped her. Jack stood.

"A toast to Kate Turner. She was a good sailor, and a good girl, while I knew her as one." There was a chorus of 'Ayes.' Will just nodded and took another sip of rum.

"She was a good actress too. Fooled us all till the end." Gibbs added. He had found it the hardest to believe that James was a girl.

Everyone sat in silence a moment, thinking and drinking. The noise and excitement in the tavern soon got to most of them, and they wandered away. Soon only Jack, Will, Gibbs and Ana Maria remained.

About an hour later, a lone man came into the bar, seemingly looking for someone. He cautiously approached the table that they were seated at.

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Jonathan moved towards the table in the corner, running over what he was doing in his mind. If he was caught, than he would most likely be killed by Barnett. What he was doing could be considered mutiny.

If he succeeded, he would help a friend in need. The later outweighed the former. It was the least he could do for her.

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There was a light tap on Will's shoulder, causing him to jump. He turned to see a man, younger than himself, looking down at him.

"Will Turner?" He asked.

"Yes."

"I have information regarding Kate Turner, your daughter." Will jumped up.

"What? Where is she?" The other mouths at the table dropped. Just a minute ago they had made a toast in memory of the girl, and now someone knew where she was.

"The Rosaria is docked in a lagoon not far from here."

"And how would you know about this?" Gibbs asked the boy incredulously. That was what Jonathan had been hoping to avoid.

"I'm first mate." Jack grabbed Will's sleeve and pulled him back down to the table.

"Why should we trust you?" demanded Ana Maria.

"Because he knows where my daughter is." Will snapped back.

"Will, it could be a trap."

"But if it was a trap, he wouldn't have told us."

"Unless he knew that's what we would think."

"Well if you ask me-"

"Look, it's my watch, there's no one else on the ship. Your daughter needs help now, or she'll die." Jonathan interrupted the argument, getting everyone's attention.

No one seemed to believe him. He sighed in exasperation.

"I promise on pain of death that this is not a trap. I'm an old friend. All I want to do is help." Will and Jack got up.

"I'll keep you to that promise." They followed Jonathan out of the tavern, the other two crew members following behind. The group went out of the town to a secluded spot nearby. There sat the Rosaria, just as the boy had said.

They walked quietly up the gangplank. Jack instructed Gibbs and Ana to keep watch for any unwanted company. Jonathan led them below deck to the brig.

In the last cell lay Kate, pale, naked and wet, in a heap on the ground.

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