Author's Note: I would like to thank everyone that reads and reviews/subscribes. You're the best! ALSO, please check out this story. It's called: The Secret: REVISED EDITION and it's written by Evangeline Crystal. It's a lot different from any other Pirates story I've ever read and I love it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates. *sad face*

Katherine and Elizabeth were thrown into the same cell and Will was thrown into his own next to them. Kate picked the pin out of her hair and began to shove it into the locks of her shackles, finally getting one wrist unlocked. She spent nearly ten minutes on the other wrist before helping her sister out of hers. She passed the pin to Will through the bars and he got out of his own as well. The three sat there in silence.

They were held overnight. Kate cuddled up to her older sister in shock. Though James Norrington would have loved to have thrown Kate into a cell from time to time, he never did. And Kate couldn't help but think about how the last time she spent the night in the jail, she was outside of a cell on a bench, talking to Jack -Captain, Jack Sparrow.

The next morning, Will was pulled upstairs. The two siblings were frantic, pondering over why Beckett wanted him up there. It was about an hour before another guard was pulling Kate out of the cell and up the stairs. She struggled the whole way. He hadn't even noticed that her shackles were missing as she kept her hands together, out in front of her, as if they were still confined. She was pulled into a room by two guards and stood before Lord Cutler Beckett. With a quick glance around the room, she noticed William sitting in a corner.

"Ah, Miss Swann," Beckett smiled, stepping over. He frowned, "Where are your shackles?"

"I removed them," she blinked. "They were unnecessary to keep on in the cell, Lord Beckett. You might want to remind your men of that the next time they capture someone."

He was a bit startled at her response, but covered up his shock. "Jack Sparrow teach you how to remove shackles, then?"

"No," she frowned, glancing over at Will, "It was simple to figure out. Is this why I was brought up here? To be questioned about Jack?"

Beckett smiled, "No, I have a proposition for you. I need William to go on a little mission as it were. To retrieve something from your mutual friend."

"I told you before," Will spoke up, standing from his seat, "Jack Sparrow is more of an acquaintance than a friend."

"And I'm up here, why?" Kate turned her glance to Beckett once more.

"Well, William said that on his last journey involving Sparrow, you were there. And that you are the one Jack trusts the most out of the three of you," he sighed. It was a pity really to allow this girl to go off with the blacksmith. She was pretty. "He has convinced me to allow you to go with him."

"And what do I get on my return? My freedom?" she scoffed, "If I go with William I want any and all charges against Elizabeth dropped. She did nothing to help Jack," Except fake fainting, she thought. "It was all William and I, that's how it was documented in the report. Elizabeth was kidnapped once already this year, she doesn't need to be walking to the gallows as well."

Beckett nodded, "Agreed. But until you and William arrive back with the trinket I need, she will stay in her cell."

Kate looked over at Will who nodded. It was the best deal they could argue. Kate nodded, "Agreed. What trinket do you desire?"

"His compass," Beckett smirked. Kate frowned. Jack's compass? But it was broken, was it not? She just merely nodded, her eyes glancing around the room. They lay still on the fire, narrowing to determine what was inside of it.

She gasped slightly, stepping back. In the fire was a brand in the shape of a 'P'. She glanced back up at Beckett, mouth open and eyes wide, "You, you're the one who branded Jack?" Will stepped forward and grabbed Kate's forearm. He whispered a 'leave it' to her.

"Yes," Beckett blinked. "I was. And when you return with the compass, Mr. Sparrow will be a free man, as I have explained to Mr. Turner. That mark will mean nothing anymore."

"Perhaps not to you," she whispered. "Even if Jack did take your deal, that mark will be there for the rest of his life. It will always be there."

Beckett's eyes narrowed at her as Will tried to pull her towards the door, telling Beckett they would be on their way shortly. "Wait," he held his hand up and stepped forward, "You care for him."

"She's a very compassionate person," Will explained as Kate continued glaring daggers at Beckett. They first stopped at the governor's household to inform him of what was going on. They knew that Beckett's guards would probably be right pains in the arse if they saw Kate and Will trying to visit Elizabeth and they were going to beg the governor to go with them to the jail. Along the way, Will had reprimanded her. "Are you crazy?" he asked his friend, "Don't let Beckett know how you feel about Jack! He could use that against any one of us!"

She shrugged and made her way up into her room while Will explained the situation for her father. Kate closed her door and began undressing immediately, throwing her dress onto the bed and leaving her layers on the ground. She opened the bottom drawer of her dresser and threw all of the clothes out of it before hitting the false bottom she'd had Will fashion for her. She then pulled out her prized possessions.

She pulled on a pair of black breeches that William had when he was younger that fit her perfectly. He'd given them to her for sword fighting years ago. The next item she pulled out was a plain, white, off the shoulder blouse that she put on quickly before finding a black leather corset that went around her waist with gold stitching on the front of it in the secret compartment as well. She tied it quickly and found the other item of clothing she had hidden. It was a waist coat that Will had found and gotten her as a gift. He knew that Kate was set on going away with Jack and decided that if she was going off with pirates again, she needed to look the part. It was a plain black waist coat that flared gorgeously in the back as most did and it had a gold stitching on the front. She placed it on the bed for now. She yanked up a pair of knee high, black leather boots as well and searched in her drawer for the rest of the things.

Kate then tied a belt around her waist and shoved a pistol into it. It was one of the ones she'd gotten the last time around and she had kept it hidden for awhile. A small pouch filled with extra gun powder was tied onto the belt and next to it she tied a pouch with money. She pulled the waist coat on and then pulled out a few more things. When she was finally done she had a sword sheathed on the left side of her body so she could pull it out with her right, dominant hand, and her coat, which was a dark blue and form fitting was atop of that. She tied her hair into a braid behind her head and secured it with a piece of dark blue cloth. She ran downstairs to meet Will.

Her father gasped at her appearance. Every inch of his youngest daughter screamed pirate. Even Will looked shocked. Though he had given her much of her attire and her accessories, he had never seen her wear more than the pants and shirt together. He had to admit though, that as odd as it was, she looked good.

"Are we ready?" she questioned, eyebrows raised. They made their way to the jail quickly.

"Oy! The two of you don't have permission to be down here," the guard cried out, running after them. Governor Swann held a hand up, "Believe me, I think that you'll find they do."

"Will! Kate! What are you wearing?" she gasped at her younger sister after running to the bars. She smiled a bit.

Kate did a little twirl, "I hear it's the latest fashion in Tortuga," she smiled.

"Mr. Swann," the guard was protesting. Their father glanced at him in shock. "Governor Swann, still. Please. Do you think I wear this wig to keep my head warm?"

Kate smiled over at her father, wondering when he'd gotten a sharp tongue, but turned back to the conversation at hand.

"Jack's compass?" Elizabeth asked, "What does Beckett want with that?"

"Does it matter?" Will asked stubbornly, "I'm to find Jack and ask him to return to Port Royal. In exchange all of the charges against each of us will be dropped."

"And Kate's to be going with you?" Elizabeth frowned. Why did her younger sister get to go?

"Someone opened his mouth about how Jack trusts me," Kate glanced at Will and then back at Elizabeth, almost as if she'd read her sister's mind.

"No," their father stepped forward, intent on protesting, "We must find our own avenue to secure your freedom."

"Is that a lack of faith in Jack or in us?" Kate looked at her father.

"That the two of you would risk your lives to save Sparrow's does not mean that he would do the same for you," he looked at his youngest daughter with pity. "Or for anyone else for that matter. Now, where's that dog with the keys."

"Smithy," Kate smiled softly. She'd named the dog what felt like centuries ago.

"I have faith in you," Elizabeth smiled at her sister and fiancée. "The both of you and in Jack. Where will you find him?"

"I don't know," Will frowned.

"I know where to start," Kate smiled devilishly. She locked eyes with Will and stated, "Tortuga."

He gained a look as if knowing that he was a moron for not thinking it. "Good idea. We'll start there and we won't stop searching until we find him. And then I plan on returning here to marry you," Will smiled at his future bride.

"Properly?"

"Eagerly, if you'll still have me."

Kate looked around feeling awkward at this conversation. She noticed her father doing the same by the candlestick on the wall.

"If it weren't for these bars, I'd have you already." Snap! Oh, well, guess daddy broke the candle, she snickered inwardly.

"And you?" Kate turned to find her sister looking at her, "What will you be doing, Kate? Will you come back here? Or does that depend on Jack?"

Kate frowned, feeling her father's eyes on her. Elizabeth really spoke the most inappropriate conversations around father. She shrugged, "Let's get going, shall we? I have to say goodbye to Gillette."

"Gillette is going to be on board during the trip to Tortuga," the guard, who had been eavesdropping the whole time, piped up. Kate smiled softy. She didn't know whether this would turn out good or bad.

The night prior to Will and Kate's agreement with Beckett, though it was more so Will's than Kate's, Jack Sparrow had been visited by an old friend. A friend of which he thought to be long dead. Bootstrap Bill Turner, father of the strapping young William Turner had paid him a visit on the Black Pearl.

Jack, who sat charting maps and tapping his compass furiously, found out with a solemn face that there was no more rum in the Captain's cabin. He grabbed his keys and made his way below deck, past his sleeping crew and down a hallway. He unlocked the door where he kept his private stash of rum. The rum for the crew was kept in the galley.

He frowned, pouring sand out of a bottle, "Why is the rum always gone?" He stumbled about, drunk for a moment, before smiling. "Oh, that's why."

"Time's run out, Jack," a deep voice spoke from in the room. He jumped, shocked. Who was in here? How long had they been in here? He peered around the dark room cautiously before seeing a man on top of a barrel drinking a bottle of rum, a bottle of his rum. He glanced at the man for a few moments before gasping inwardly, "Bootstrap? Bill Turner?"

"You look good, Jack," Bootstrap told him.

"Is this a dream?" Jack frowned.

"No."

"Of course not," his frown grew, with his sadness, "If it were there would be rum."

Bootstrap Bill Turner held out the bottle of rum that he'd been drinking and Jack pried it out of his cold, slimy, tense hand. A cracking noise was heard, at which Jack flinched, but he downed some of the rum and forgot about it. "You got the Pearl back, I see."

"I had some help with that," Jack smiled. "Your son," he pointed at Bootstrap.

"William?" Bootstrap frowned, "so he is a pirate after all."

"No, no, just a blacksmith," Jack waved his arms about. "Anyways. To what do I owe the pleasure of your carbuncle?"

"He sent me," Bootstrap growled out. "Davy Jones."

"Ah, so it's you then," Jack was too drunk to be truly affected by the name. "He shanghaied you into service then?"

"I chose it," Bootstrap told him, "I'm sorry for the part I played in the mutiny against you, Jack. I stood up for you. Everything went wrong after that. They strapped me to a cannon…I ended up on the bottom of the ocean, the weight of the water crushing down on me. Unable to move, unable to die, Jack. I thought even the tiniest hope of escaping this fate, I would take it. I would trade anything for it."

"It's funny what a man will do to forestall his final judgment," Jack made to move away and ended up face to face with an angry Bill Turner.

"You made a deal with him too, Jack! He raised the Pearl from the depths for you, thirteen years, you been captain."

"Technically-"

"Jack, you won't be able to talk yourself out of this. The terms that apply to me apply to you as well. One soul bound to crew one hundred years upon his ship."

"Well the Flying Dutchman already has a captain so there's really no-"

"Then it's the locker for you! Jones' terrible leviathan will find you and drag the Pearl back to the depths and you along with it."

Jack frowned, "Any idea when Jones might release said terrible beastie?"

"I already told you, Jack," Bootstrap shook his head sadly, "The time is up. It will come, drawn with ravenous hunger," he grasped Jack's hand and then let go of it after a moment, "To the man what bears the black spot," he left as the spot began to appear on Jack's hand and Jack looked around, frantic. He then ran upstairs yelling, "On deck all hands! Make fast the bunt gasket! On deck you scallys! Scallys!" he shouted, running through the sleeping crew. They all began to fall off of their hammocks before running on deck. He chased them, "Movement! I want movement! Run, keep running! Run as if the Devil himself and itself is upon us!" He was chasing them above deck and Gibbs stopped him.

"Do we have a heading?"

"Run!" he shouted out, childishly. "Land!"

"Which port?"

"I didn't say port. I said land…any land!" The monkey swung down and grabbed Jack's hat from his head. He chewed on it for a moment before throwing it overboard.

"Jack's hat!" Gibbs shouted. He knew how serious Jack was about his hat, "Clear about!" As the crew moved, Jack shouted out.

"No!" The crew froze. "Leave it. Run!" he then ran off.

"Back to your stations," Gibbs told the frozen crew, "The lot of you!" He found Jack, hiding under a staircase and pushed up against a wall, "Jack?"

"Shh," Jack cried.

"For the love of mother and child, Jack, what's coming after us?"

Jack looked up solemnly, "nothing!"