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Chapter 4

Sam woke the next morning to some moaning and groaning. Jack sat at the cell wall trying to pick the lock on the door. Sam sighed. "Jack…why not let a real lock picker do it?"

"Because I didn't want to wake you. That's why." Sam sighed and moved Jack over, taking where he spot was. She put her hand on the bone and started to move it slowly. Sam sighed and pulled the bone out of the door.

"You made the point too thick, mate. Now…let me see if I can fix it…." Sam pulled her dagger out from under her shirt and proceeded sharper the end of the bone. Jack looked shocked at her.

"Where did that dagger come from? Didn't Norry take all our stuff?" Sam shrugged.

"No one goes in my shirt without a fight, a black eye and some very sore privates, among some other things." Sam smirked. Jack sighed and watched her for a few moments as she sharpened the bone. He soon got bored with it, and laid back on the floor, covering his eyes with Sam's hat. Sam giggled and continued to work.

A door slammed not too far away and in came the man that Jack and Sam had dueled with the day before. Sam looked out, and seeing him, nudged Jack with her boot. Jack gave a groan. "What?" His voice was muffled by the hat.

"Whelp. 3 o'clock. Approaching fast. Wake up." Sam hissed at Jack. Jack groaned again and waited for the man to approach. The man grabbed the cell and looked in.

"You! Sparrow!" The man watched Jack's 'sleeping' form.

"Aye, lad?"

"Are you familiar with the Black Pearl?" The man demanded.

"I've heard of it." Sam sighed. Jack was going to be vague about every answer until he knew what the boy was after. Sam grabbed her hat off Jack's face.

"Where does it make berth?" He watched Jack, who was still lying on the floor.

"Where does it make berth? Have you not heard the stories?" The man shook his head. "Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants sail from the dreaded island, Isla de Muerta. It is not there, and can not be found unless you are one already know where it is."

"Isla de Muerta? The Black Pearl is real enough, there for its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?" Jack smirked.

"Why ask me?" The man frowned.

"Because you're a pirate." Sam sighed, wondering where this would lead to.

"And you wanted to be a pirate yourself. Is that it?"

"Never!" The man put his face up to the bars and had said fiercely.

"They took Miss. Swann."

"Ah! So you have found a girl! Well, if you're intending to brave all and win fair lady's heart, you're going to have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me, or me mate here." Sam smirked, but the thought for a second. Swann? Where had she heard that name before?

"I can get you out of here." Jack jumped up at this.

"How's that? The keys ran off, and picking the lock isn't working out too well…"

"I helped build these cells. These are half pin barrel hinges. With the proper leverage and proper application of strength, the door will lift free." Jack and Sam watched curiously as the man took the bench from the side and placed it on the cell bars.

"What's your name?"

"Will Turner."

"Short for William, I imagine." Will nodded. "Good strong name, no doubt your father's name, aye?" Sam knew what Jack was thinking. He was thinking about Bootstrap. It was a wonder he had looked familiar. This is Bill's son!

"Yes."

"Ah…Well, Mr. Turner. I've changed me mind. You spring us from this cell and I swear on pain of death, we shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonnie lass. Do we have an accord?" Jack glanced at Sam, and she nodded. Sam stood up. Jack reached through the cell and held out his hand.

"Agreed." Will shook it.

"All right, now get us out of here." Will lifted the bench and the door fell to the floor. Jack and Sam quickly scurried out. Jack grabbed his pack and threw Sam's to her. Sam and Jack followed Will out.

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"Jack! Stop! I need to buy something!" Sam stopped short in the middle of the market. Jack rolled his eyes.

"Sam, you don't need a dress. Remember what happened to the last one?" Sam frowned.

"You used it to plug a hole, and no, it's not a dress. I need supplies. For later." Jack sighed and turned to Will. Sam smiled at them, trying to convince them.

"All right, Sammie. Just be quick." Sam smiled and hurried over to the apothecary stand. An old man stood over, putting his herbs on his table. Sam smiled at him and leaned down on the table.

"Sir…Do you have…" She paused and whispered to him. "The Sleeping Herb?"

"The Sleeping Herb?" He whispered. "Aye, we do…It will cost you about 20 pounds…I really don't like to sell this to civilians."

"I'll give you 30 pounds if you don't tell anyone I bought it from you." Sam held up a small pouch of coins and shook it. The man nodded and handed her a pouch.

"It's already ground up for use in food and drinks. It will work well." Sam nodded and looked inside the bag. She then slipped the bag in the binds under her shirt. The old man gave her a smile.

"How fast does it take to make it work?" Sam looked at the other herbs, pretending she wasn't talking to him.

"The more you use the quicker it is. Use the entire bag, it will take five minutes, ten minutes tops." Sam nodded and walked away from the stand. Sam ran back over to Jack and Will. Jack led Sam and Will under the foot bride leading to the dock. From the bridge, they could see the ships being loaded.

"We're going to steal a ship? Which one? That one?" Will pointed to the Interceptor. Jack shook his head and glanced over at the Dauntless. "That ship?"

"Aye. That one. And we're not stealing it. We're COMANDEERING it. We are COMANDEERING that ship." Sam said. Jack nodded in agreement. "Get it right, mate."

"Now mate, I have t' ask this to you, on account I have to ask this every time. How far are you willing to go to save this woman?" Jack glanced at Will, waiting for his answer.

"I would die for her." Will answered simply. Sam nodded at Jack, and Jack looked back at the Interceptor being loaded onto with supplies.

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Sam walked over to the ship, and ducked down below some crates on the dock. This was going to be interesting. Sam watched as Will and Jack got under an over-turned long boat, and slowly went under the water. Sam remembered when she and Jack were kids, and the first time they did that. Ah…those were the days…

Sam slinked over to side of the ship, and shimmied herself over the side of the ship. She pressed herself against the wall of the cabins, and watched to make sure no one had seen her. Slowly, she slid into the inside portion of the ship, hurrying on to find the Captain's quarters.

She soon came upon a large door that read 'Captain' across the front of it. Sam made her way in, and looked around. There was a large desk, a very large, comfortable looking bed, and many book shelves just thrown around. Sam sat down at the desk and pulled a piece of parchment out from one of the drawers. Quickly, she pulled a quill from the desk. She held the top of the quill to her chin, thinking for a moment. She then started to write, thinking quickly as she wrote.

She then folded the parchment, and placed a seal, with her ring sign on it. Sam took the dagger from the top drawer. She walked over to the front door, and holding the dagger in one hand, the folded parchment in the other, she pinned the parchment to the door.

Sam admired her handiwork for a moment and then went back on the deck. She saw Commodore Norrington, and approached him. "'Ello there, luv. Hard at work?"

"You! How did you get out of your cell?" Norrinton seemed more pleased then angry, but Sam did not mention in front of his crew. Sam smirked.

"I think you might want to worry more about your 'Dauntless', luv. I think she's cheating on ye." Sam motioned to the Dauntless sailing away from Port Royal. Commodore Norrington pulled his spyglass from his pocket and opened it. He looked through and over at Dauntless.

"Rash, Turner. Very rash." Commodore Norrington turned to his men behind him. "Clap her in irons and bring her back to the fort. We will go after Mister Sparrow and Mister Turner and reclaim the Dauntless."

The two nodded at him, and grabbed Sam. "It's Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow! Get it right, Norry!" And with that, she was dragged back onto shore.

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Sam sighed, looking around the cell. It hadn't really changed in the two hours she was gone. Sam looked out the window. The Interceptor was now gone, and the Dauntless was floating off shore. Jack had succeeded again. Now, all she had to do, was get out of here, and get down to Tortuga.

A door slammed from not too far away. Sam glanced up to see Norrington looking down at her. "Um…'Ello there."

"Hello." He still stood stiff, looking at her. His eyes were still cold, but he still had the same feeling behind his blue eyes. Sam smiled at him.

"Is there something you wish to speak with me about, luv, or are you just here to see if I will pull my shirt down for ye?" Sam snickered, and waited for Norrington to react. But he did nothing. Sam sighed.

"I would like you to know your friend Mr. Sparrow has escaped-" Commodore Norrington went to finish, but Sam interrupted.

"Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow, Norry. Unless you would like to be called Mr. Norrington. But if I were you, I would find that seriously degrading, especially if a woman pirate is calling you that." Norrington frowned and reached into his pocket.

"Miss…I did not come here to discuss the weather or one's proper name with you. I want information, and I want it now!" Norrington unlocked the cell door, and grabbed her wrist. Sam glared at him, but didn't struggle. Norrington dragged her down the hall. They had looks from all around, but Norrington simply shouted "Get back at your post and mind your business!" and they did so.

Sam glared at him as he dropped her into the seat in front of his desk. He watched her as he sat down at his desk. "Now…We will try this again, Miss…"

"Bryne, Commodore. My name is Samantha Bryne." She spat. Norrington looked shocked at this woman pirate.

"Bryne? The…The…" Sam nodded and looked down, disappointed in her father's line of work.

"That's right. The second in command of the East India Trading Company. Cutler Beckett's cousin from his mother's side is my father. I am his only daughter."

"Would you not be the next in the line for the family business?" Sam laughed sadistically.

"My mistake. I thought pirates were people too and not meant to be marked. Apparently I was wrong…It was enough to condemn me…The disgrace of the family…"Sam pulled up her sleeve to reveal a 'P' on her wrist. "I was enough of a disgrace for my father to brand me, himself."

Norrington looked her. She gave no reaction of pain. She simply smirked at him. "I had no idea, Miss Bryne."

"No one ever does. No one cares either. You call me Sam, or Sammie if you like. No one calls me Miss. Bryne. I'm no proper lady, in case you haven't noticed that yet." Sam pulled her sleeve up again. "Is there anything else you wish to speak with me about, Commodore?"

"I would, actually. I would like to talk with you over some tea, if you like…" Sam held back her cringe. She hated tea, but this would be her chance to get away, and possibly a chance for the Commodore to warm up to her, and possibly give her a little information on her father dearest. Sam smiled.

"Tea would be lovely."