A/N Thanks for all the reviews, and suggestions. The woman isn't an important character, I just couldn't think of a name for her. I have decided to go with Charlotte, for the main reason that it goes with Christopher. (Christopher and Charlotte).

Okay, so it's quite a short chapter, and not much is happening. The next one will be longer. Please review. Many Thanks.

Chapter Eleven.

The silence in the vast church was only broken by the high pitched sobs of the woman. She had thrown herself down onto the floor, on her knees, in desperation. The boy just stood watching her.

"What have you done now, Jack?" The reverend hissed in dismay.

Annamaria felt herself being pushed back, she was not introduced to the couple, and after the wink the boy didn't look at her again.

The boy smirked at the reverend. "Why do you always accuse me? You never know, I could be innocent."

The reverend smiled, slightly. "I do know, Jack, because I know you."

He bent down beside the woman, and tried to reassure her. "It'll be okay, Charlotte," he said, smoothly.

The boy, who he had referred to as Jack, turned to face Annamaria who was sniffing miserably.

"Who's the girl?" He asked.

"Ah, this is Miss Richards."

"Annamaria!" She said, quickly. She hated being introduced as Miss Richards, she despised being associated to that man. But nor did she want to take on her mother's name. The Darlington's had thrown them out in the cold. It was at this point she realised, the reverend had not told her her father's name.

Just as the boy was about to reply, there was a massive bang on the door.

The woman jumped up instantly, and stepped back. The reverend stepped forward in a protective manner. Jack grabbed Annamaria's sleeve and pulled her back. She didn't question and let him lead her.

There was another crash at the door, followed by a shout.

The reverend turned to Jack. "You should run, take the back entrance. . ."

"They're not fools, they'll know about the exit from the vestry." Jack said, quickly, brushing the hair from his eyes.

The reverend nodded. "That's not the way I mean!" He turned to Annamaria. "It's the exit from the store room, you know where I mean, take Jack and Charlotte." He said, as the door crashed again.

The woman shook her head. "I'll stay here, we can hold them off, whilst Jack gets away."

Annamaria took over between the aisle as the door received another bashing, Jack followed her without looking back.

She led him behind the velvet curtain, past the family quarters and into the store room. It was an old dusty room, full of prayer books with pages missing, gold goblets, chairs and tables used for church fetes, and cobwebs spinning their way across every surface.

They came up to a bookcase, and stared up at it. She grabbed hold of one side, and began to drag it. "You gonna help?" She demanded angrily. This interruption from Jack and Charlotte had cost her much knowledge. She still had many questions bubbling around her mind. She desperately needed to know more, what had really happened to her father, and who he was.

Jack grabbed the other side and heaved it along the ground. He was strong and they moved it quickly. The space, now free, revealed the door. It was locked of course, and the key hole had rusted over.

"What now?" Annamaria panted. There was no way out of that door.

Jack threw himself against the wood, but it didn't move at all.

"I suppose we could try the vestry." Annamaria suggested.

He shook his head. "No, we'd be caught."

He grabbed her arm but she pulled away.

"We!?" She exclaimed. "I haven't done anything." Just as she was about to walk away the two heard a loud crash. The doors to the church had been forced open. She turned to him, her mouth open, her heart stopped.

He looked up, ran to the door and peered through the crack, the red coats were talking to the reverend and Charlotte, they roughly pushed her against the pews demanding for Jack's location. He pulled back.

"We'll have to hide."

She nodded.

"Where? Where?!" He demanded.

She stood thinking for a few moments. She had never really been around the church. Before she opened her mouth, Jack grabbed her hand and tugged her across the room. He threw her under an old dusty table.

"Stay 'ere til I fetch yer." He told her.

She nodded, scared. "Where are you going?"

He grinned. "I'll find somewhere. I'm Jack Sparrow, after all."