Author's Note: Alright! So my exams are all finished, so I'm hoping I'll get this chappie and at least another up today. I hope you're all enjoying it and if you are, please, Please, PLEASE review! I'd really appreciate.

Jack: So, lass, ye wanna go see that new Epic Movie. I'm in it.

Aoife: Jack, you're like a total whore in it.

Jack: I know ye're jealous lass, me and my women. What else can I say, lass?

Aoife: Can you spell L-O-S-E-R?

Jack: L-O-S-E-R...wait a minute. That is not true. It should be P-I-R-A-T-E.

Aoife: Like I usually say, whatever. Just read the story.

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Chapter Three --- Sticks and Stones, Love

The wind blew harder from the sea onto the land, as Mullroy and Murtogg began to worry about where Jack had gone. "Do you think he's got her?" Murtogg asked, holding his hat to his head.

"He's got her," I replied, doing the same to my own hat. "Her dress is pulling them down. He's gonna take it off so she's not weighing him down. What a waste of a nice dress. But don't worry, they make it alright."

"How do you know, lad?" Mullroy asked, his eyebrow raised in disbelief.

"Let's just say I have a feeling," I said, a grin tugging at the corner of my lips. A few minutes later, Jack submereged from the water, with a soaking Elizabeth on his shoulder. Her dress was missing, as I knew it would be, and she wasn't breathing.

"'ere, take 'er," Jack called, lifting her up to be taken. Murtogg and Mullroy laid her down gently on her back on the dock.

"Not breathing!" Mullroy said frantically.

I moved quickly, dropping Jack's effects, taking his knife out of his belt, and said, "Move." They did and I sliced through her corset. Elizabeth began to choke and cough up water and turned on her side.

"I never would have thought of that," Mullroy said.

"Clearly, you've never been to Singapore," Jack and I said at the same time, as I threw the corset at Murtogg. He looked at me suspiciously, then turned his attention back Elizabeth. "Alright, lass?" he asked, watching her carefully. Then he noticed it, the same time I did.

"The medallion," I whispered. His hand reached down towards her and grabbed the Aztec gold necklace.

"Where did ye get this?" he asked quietly. I moved out of the way, just as Commodore Norrington came storming down the dock.

"Oh dear, we are in trouble," I said, just loud enough for Jack to hear. He smirked but stopped as Norrington pointed his sword at him.

"On your feet," he commanded. Jack slowly stood and backed away from the young woman laying on the dock. Governor Swann came running down the dock with the rest of the marines.

"Elizabeth, are you alright?" he asked, throwing his jacket over her thin, pale shoulders.

"Yes...yes, I'm fine," she stuttered, trembling in the wind. She noticed that Norrington had the marines pointing all their guns at the man who saved her life. "Commodore Norrington, do you really intend to kill my rescuer?" Norrington looked over at Jack and then extended his hand towards the captain.

"Smithy," I said, quietly, trying to get his attention. "Don't..."

Commodore Norrington interrupted me, "I believe thanks are in order." Jack glanced at me quickly and despite my warnings, he cautiously took the Commdore's hand in his own. They shook slowly, then like lightening, Norrington's other hand pulled up Jack's sleeve. "Ah, had a brush with the East India Trading Company did you...Pirate?"

Governor Swann's mouth dropped open and he gasped. I rolled my eyes and whispered, "Now there's a Kodak moment." If Edana was here, she would have laughed hysterically at our inside joke but of course, she wasn't. No one seemed to hear me anyways and Norrington continued his attack.

"Keep your guns on him, men. Gillette, fetch some irons," he barked, pulling up Jack's sleeve a little more to reveal the bird flying over water. "Well, well, Jack Sparrow, isn't it?"

"Captain, if you please," I retorted. Norrington glared at me.

"And who are you?" he demanded coldly.

"Jones, Indiana Jones," I replied, tiping the edge of my hat in a very Harrison Ford way.

"Well, Mr. Jones, I believe that you are companions with 'Captain' Sparrow," he said.

"Not so much companions, sir, more like partners in crime," I replied.

"Well then, Mr. Jones, we had better lock you up then too. Can't very well have the other partner running free, commadeering our ships."

"I suppose, but it's really not necessary," I said, being clever. "Seeing as how I'm not a pirate." Norrington grabbed my own wrist and checked for the scar of a P.

"No, but you still were caught assisting a dangerous fugitive," he retorted, a cold smile on his face. Before I could protest again, Gillette snapped a set of handcuffs over my wrists. I gasped slightly as the cold metal seemed to freeze to my skin.

"Now, then, I don't see your ship, 'Captain'," Norrington spat, addressing Jack.

"I'm in the market, as it were."

"He said he'd come to commandeer one," Murtogg offered.

"These are his, sir," Mullroy said, bringing the effects that I had dropped.

"No additional shots nor powder, a compass that doesn't point north," Norrington said, examining Jack's belongings. He pulled out the sword and commented, "And I half expected it to be made of wood." Jack gave a dry smirk that faded as quickly as it came.

Jack lifted his hands as if to stop the Commadore. "But ye 'ave 'eard of me." I smirked as Gillette grabbed his wrists and placed them in shackles. Elizabeth stepped forward in front of Jack and confronted the Commodore.

"Commodore, I really must protest. Pirate or not, this man saved my life."

"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness," Norrington protested.

"But it seems enough to condemn him," I added, interrupting Jack. He gave me a dark look then looked back at the Commodore.

"Indeed," Norrington said with a wry smile. His men lowered their weapons now that we were locked up.

"Finally," Jack and I said together. He threw his chained wrists over Elizabeth's neck, pulling her closer to him.

"Elizabeth!" Governor Swann gasped again.

Jack, looking quite pleased with himself, said, "Commodore, my effects and my hat please!" When he didn't move, Jack repeated, "Commodore!" Mullroy handed Elizabeth the belt and hat and Jack took the pistol from the belt. He placed it against her temple and said, "Elizabeth...it is Elizabeth?"

"It's Miss Swann!" she snapped through clenched teeth.

"Miss Swann, if ye would be so kind?" She put the hat on, then threw the belt over his shoulder and as she tightened, he whispered, "Easy on the goods, darlin'."

"You're despicable."

"Sticks and stones, love. I saved your life, you saved mine, we're square." He spun her back around to face the men, while backing up. "Gentlemen, m'lady, this is the day ye will always remember as the day, ye almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow." With that, he released her, shoving her toward the men, he grabbed a rope and kicked a belaying pin on the gantry. A counterweight dropped as he was lifted up.

I quickly turned and jumped of the dock and into the lukewarm water. Seeing as how none of the marines seemed to know how to swim, I had an advantage. I doggy-paddled away from the dock as fast as possible and swam towards the bridge that Jack was going to run over. Bullets splashed next to me, nearly hitting. I took a deep breath and dove under the water. I pulled myself up on the shore and took off running to the center of Port Royale.