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More water leaks into the boat.
"Anamaria's gonna kill me," Jack said.
Learn To Pick A Lock
Jack had been through hell…kinda, anyway. He was now in Tortuga with Will Turner, son of "Bootstrap" Bill Turner, chasing after the whelp's lady friend. But Jack needed a crew first, and Gibbs got him one alright.
Unfortunately for him, said crew included Anamaria and Jessica.
But Anamaria didn't kill him for stealing and destroying her boat. No; death would have been a wonderful reprieve from what she put him through.
He really needed to learn to pick a lock. Particularly the lock that was locking him in this damn room, with drunk Fire-Girl. And she had matches.
And Jack really didn't wanna be a Jack Candle again.
Jessica giggled as if following his train of thought, and Jack started trying to pick the lock even quicker than before. Damn, where was a key when you needed it. Wait a minute. A key! Jack started digging through his hair.
Deck of cards. Not a key.
Pack of matches. So that's where Fire-Girl got them. But still not a key.
Aha! A Key!
Jack tried putting the key in the lock. It opened! Thank God! He opened the door and ran strait into Will Turner, knocking them both unconscious.
Jessica cackled evilly as she drug both bodies back into the room, and added four more locks to the door.