"Cassandra?"

"Come on, Carla. Five more minutes and then we'll go hiking."

"Cass. Wake up!"

I opened my eyes to find Will above me, his eyes burning with rage and annoyance; he had a hatchet in his hand and I instantly jumped up and backed up serveral feet.

"I'm up as along as you don't try and kill me!" I said, making him roll his eyes. Without a word, he turned and made his way along the road.

I hesitated it going after him; the only time I had ever seen him this angry was when I had accidentally thrown one of his best shoes in the fireplace at the blacksmith workshop, and I knew how he would explode when something finally sent his anger over the edge and I didn't want that thing to be me.

After a moment I finally decided to go after him, but kept my mouth so I wouldn't say anything to piss him off.

I found him pushing past dozens of people who were cleaning up after the havoc of last night, some were picking up the remains of their home or shop, while others carried away dead or wounded while he made is way to the fort owned by Governor Swann.

Crap!

I raced up the path, but dodged the the people cleaning up instead of pushing them out of the way. When I caught up with him, he was talking with Norrington, his men, and the Governor. No one noticed when I appeared beside him, grabbing a hold of his arm and trying to pull him back down the steps.

"They've taken her. They've taken Elizabeth." Will said to everyone in the area.

Norrington didn't even look up from the charts he was looking at when he spoke to one of the soldiers. "Mr. Murtogg, remove this man."

The soldier went to grab to Will but I stepped towards him and glared. "Don't you dare." I told him, making him stop and not come any further.

I could feel Will's eyes on me for a split second before he once again addressed Norrington. "We have to hunt them down. We must save her."

Governor Swann scoffed from the corner and turned to face him. "And where do you propose we start?" He asked, standing beside Norrington who still hadn't looked up from the charts. "If you have any information concerning my daughter, please share it."

He turned back around to stare out into the sky. Will took a deep breath then let his eyes follow Norrington's down the charts.

"That Jack Sparrow." Came a voice from the corner behind me; I turned to find the soldier that Norrington had ordered to escort Will away, Murtogg, looking around at us. "He talked about the Black Pearl."

"Mentioned it, is more what he did." Said his partner from the other corner. After a moment when no one said anything as if they hadn't heard them, Will spoke up.

"Ask him where it is. Make a deal with him. He could lead us to it."

"No." Norrington sighed out, finally speaking. "The pirates who invaded this Fort left Sparrow locked in his cell ergo they are not his allies." He stood up and turned around to speak to the Governor. "Governor, we will establish their most likely course and-"

Murtogg once again tried dragging Will off and Will shoved him then buried the hatchet he was holding into the charts that Norrington had been looking at; I backed up a bit, knowing his anger had finally boiled over and that I should keep away.

"That's not good enough!" He yelled. Norrington once again, didn't make eye contact but studied the hatchet buried into the table.

"Mr. Turner, you are not a military man, you are not a sailor." Norrington began, taking the hatchet out of the table. "You are a blacksmith and this is not the moment for rash actions. Do not make the mistake of thinking you are the only man here who cares for Elizabeth." He thrust the hatchet back into Will's arms angrily and started to walk back to the Governor when I spoke up.

"Just because he is a blacksmith doesn't mean that he can't help!"

Norrington stopped in mid-step and turned to me, his eyes flashing with rage.

"Miss Livingston, you are a tailor." He said, stating the obvious. "That makes you no better than him."

I was too stunned to speak, I couldn't even find it in myself to beat him senseless so I just stood there, glaring at him like I was some school girl that had just had her dolly taken away from some snot nosed little bratty boy that she hated to no end.

"Come on, Cassandra." Will's said from behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Let's leave the real men to their work."

"Do you have any idea how crazy this is?"

Will and I were now running down the road to the jail, where Will had suggested we talk to no other than Jack Sparrow.

"Yes, and we're doing it anyway."

"Why is that whenever something happens, and you're apart of it...I am too?"

No answer; he just pushed the door open and rushed in with me at his heels.

The first thing I noticed when I reached the bottom of the step was huge hole that was in the cell on the other side of Sparrow's, then I noticed the bone that he had been trying to pick himself out with sticking out of the keyhole.

"You. Sparrow!" Will said, looking down at the man in the cell.

"Aye." Said the man, lifting his head to look at us.

He was pretty much what I expected a pirate to look like; dirty, smelled nasty with clothes to match. But there was something about him that made you know he was smarter than other pirates.

"Are you familiar..." Will started but cut off when Sparrow wasn't looking at him but instead had his eyes on me.

"Ah..so you have found a girl." He said, making me back up several good feet.

Will glanced at me and gave me a look at pretty much said 'don't ask' and returned to asking Sparrow what we had come here for.

"You are familiar with that ship? The Black Pearl?"

Sparrow laid his head back down. "I've heard of it."

"Where does it make berth?" Will asked, making Sparrow lift his head in surprise.

"Where does it make berth? Have you not heard the stories?" He asked; after a moment of looking at Will who didn't appear to know the stories so he laid his head back down.

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

Will nodded in understanding. "The ship's real enough. Therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?"

"Why ask me?" Sparrow asked, studying his nails.

"Because! You're a pirate!"

"And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?"

Will grabbed the jail cell bars in anger. "Never."

Sparrow shrugged and laid back down, still studying his nails.

"They took Miss Swann." Will said after a moment, letting go of the bars of putting his arms down by his side in a defeated sort of way.

"OH!" Sparrow said, sitting all the way up this time and glancing at me. "So you're not the girl? I see..."

I glanced at Will who looked as though he wanted to bang his head against the cell bars.

"Well, if you're intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue and so win the other fair lady's heart you'll have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me."

"We can get you out of here." I suddenly said, making his gaze turn to me.

"How's that? The key's run off."

"I helped build these cells. These are half pin-barrel hinges." Will said, studying the bars then placing a bench under them. "With the right leverage and the proper application of strength; the door will lift free."

Sparrow seemed impressed but hid it well. "What's your name?" He asked.

"Will Turner."

Sparrow nodded thoughtfully. "That will be short for William, I imagine." He started, leaning in closer to the bars. "Good, strong name. No doubt, named for your father, eh?"

"Yes..." Will said after studying him for a moment.

Sparrow then turned to me. "What about you? What's yours?"

"Cassandra Livingston."

His eyes unexpectedly went wide for a spilt second before returning to normal size. "Nice female name. Possibly named after a grandmother of some sort?"

Two correct guesses in a row; I glanced at Will who's eye were wide before I nodded. "Yes."

"Uh-huh." He clicked his teeth together for a moment before turning back to Will. "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. Do we have an accord?" He asked, standing up and sticking his hand out of the cell to shake Will's hand.

Will stared at the hand for a moment, no doubt wondering if he should drench it water first before shaking it. "Agreed." He said, taking it.

"Agreed. Get me out." He ordered as Will pushed down on the bench that was placed benth the bars making them raise up and fall down to the ground which made Sparrow free from his cell.

"Hurry; someone will have heard that." Will said ad Sparrow stepped over the fallen bars.

"Not without me effects."