I know it's been forever since I updated, sorry (please don't kill me, I'll be a good girl, I promise).

Sooooooooooooo, yeah, how's everyone's life right about now?

Chapter is dedicated to:

Ace's Buddy: 1. New reviewer! Yay!

2. Hew, now, the commodore can have feelings, right?

3. um, ok, yeah, midterms, brain-freeze…

4.yes, it is The Chronicles of Narnia, and he is coming…

5. :bows to applause: hmm, intriguing thought…

6. A character is DEAD, and you're looking for pirates:sigh: I thought you might have more sympathy for a character named after the authoress, lets have a moment of silence ok…. Now that that is done, more pirates will come and in greater quantities, I just want to make sure my other characters are firmly established.

7. see 6, last line.

8. I got it already, ok?

Sir Francis Drake's Heir: yeah, I was getting sick of those fics, there is nothing wrong with many of them, but I was sick of them none the less, and who said there would be absolutely no romance? I am, after all a hopeless romantic.

angelwingz21: I am sooooo jealous! You're lucky I don't know where you live, or you might wake up some morning and find the good captain gone!

word junky: ah, no big, everyone gets into a funk every now and again, and as long as your not totally bashing or trying to rip my head off, I tend to not care too much.

Neshoba: ok, first of all, I love getting long reviews. Second the name Katrina wasn't meant to be a joke or an insult in anyway. I needed a name that could be shortened to "Kat/Kitty", and I'm related to Katherines and Katelyns, so I didn't want to use those, so I picked a variation of my German friend's name. I always liked the name to begin with. So deal. Third, I never heard of that comic, I thought I was the only one to come up with the name, obviously not, ah? And, yes you got the quote right.

AKAFredandGeorge:

Fred: (I think) sweetie, I never said you had to like it, nor read it, but being the good friend that you are, you keep on! Much love!

George: (guessing again) at least you liked it, non? And I meant no tie-in with the new movie. This fic is meant to: take place after the first, and the second never happened, sorry folks, but that's the way it is.

Sarah-K-O-M: I'm sure she would appreciate it, I know I would. And so you think Jack should save her, eh?

Drink-Up-Me-Hearties-Yo-Ho: Here, have a tissue. Yes, French pirates! They fart in your general di-rec-tion (if you don't get it, please don't be offended).

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Katrina went quite limp. "You bastard." she hissed.

Toussaint's upper lip curled cruelly at that and he callously grabbed and yanked Katrina's hair, causing her to give a short yelp of pain. Which only made his sneer grow larger.

"That wasn't very nice." He licked the side of Katrina's face, making her shudder in fear and disgust, but she stared at him defiantly though dread was gripping her whole body.

"I thought we agreed that you would be nice." His voice seemed conversational, but held an underlying menace. Katrina continued her silent stare. Toussaint grabbed at the side of her dress, but his hand slipped off the too tight silky fabric. Katrina's eyes glittered with ironic humor.

"Think this is funny, do you, wench?" a knife glittered menacingly in front of Katrina's face. Causing her eyes to widen and the defiance in her eyes became clouded with fear. But suddenly the knife vanished from sight and Katrina's dress loosened could breath again.

But her relief was cut short when she realized that the pirate had cut the lacings on her dress, and she froze at the sound of ripping fabric. The side of her bodice was ripped from the skirt to the thin strip of material that barely qualified as a sleeve. With a gasp, Katrina tried desperately to pull the material back together, but even without the lacings, the material was too small to totally cover her side.

A violent shove found Katrina falling backwards, she breathed a small sigh of relief when she was caught by something soft, rather than meeting the hard wooden floor. But when she realized where she was, she scrambled to get up out of the bed. however, Katrina had no success as he pushed her back down.

"You have a feisty spirit, one that I'm gonna enjoy breaking." He growled into her face, his lips pressing hers hard enough to bruise.

"Cap'n!" an apprehensive voice suddenly called from the other side of the cabin door.

"What!" Toussaint bellowed.

"Ye better come see this, sir!" the voice was tremulous.

Toussaint grunted. "This better be good, sailor, or you're gonna be meeting Davy Jones!" he then turned back to Katrina. "You be good now, poppet." His reeking breath made her cringe.

As the door slammed, Katrina jumped off the bed, still trying to force the cheaply woven fabric together she was struggling with the fabric when her eyes landed on some thing. Perfect! She grabbed the black vest and buttoned it up, it still showed a considerable amount of cleavage, but her side was now covered and the bodice was a little looser so she tugged it up. It gave a little so that just a bit of the midnight blue material showed over the top of the vest, but Katrina felt almost as if she was in a decent dress, rather than that of a trollop.

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A tavern in some random colony port

"Alright, Jack. Your ship is stocked with American rum. Now will you go back to the Pearl?"

"Aw, lad, ye wound ol' Jack, I thought ye liked me."

"This isn't a pleasure cruise, Jack, you stay on and I'll have to out you to work."

"Now lad, would ye do that to your very own uncle?"

His stare was enough answer.

"Alright, alright." Jack got up from the table. "I'm sailing on the next tide, if ye want to sail with me." Jack started to the door, then paused, swiveling towards the young man. "Coming, lad?"

"You go ahead, Uncle Jack. I still need to recruit some men for my crew, but don't worry I'll be trailing you from my ship at tide."

Jack smiled, paused near a table, palmed a small money bag, and sauntered out the door. Outside the door he jingled the bag, smiling as the coins rattled, then stuck it in his pocket.

The young man just shook his head and scanned the room for likely crew members.

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Black Pearl

"All set to cast off!" Gibbs called. "Jack! I'm glad ta see ye! Anamaria's steering sure is lacking." Anamaria, who was standing at the helm, gave a huff and stalked off. "The kid coming?" Gibbs asked.

"Said he would." Jack replied walking up to and taking hold of the helm. "On deck ye scabrous dogs! Make to set sail!" Jack shouted causing the crew to scramble to their positions.

"Now, bring me the horizon." Jack murmured with a smile.

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Another ship, as of yet, unnamed

"Two days, captain, we been trailing them for two days. Ye think we might find that ship anytime soon?"

"My informant was certain that they were headed this way. They just got a few days on us. We are keeping up with the Pearl, and as long as we do so, we will be able to catch a slow moving galleon."

"Aye, captain." The man replied.

"Capt'n!" a cry called down from the crow's nest.

"What is it lad?" the young captain called back up.

"It's the Pearl! She's signaling that she spotted the Wayfarer!"

"What did I tell you?" the captain slapped his first mate on the back.

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The Wayfarer

Katrina noticed the door to the cabin wasn't completely closed, and if it wasn't closed, it couldn't be locked! She rushed out onto deck. Pandemonium reigned on deck and she rushed to the railing to see what was causing all the chaos.

A beautiful black ship was gaining on them. Katrina smiled and her eyes lit up with hope. She didn't know who was on that ship, but they couldn't be any worse than the people on this ship. Abruptly, Katrina was spun around. "Wench!" Toussaint screeched at her. "Who is chasing us?" panic showed clearly in his eyes. "Who do you know? Answer me!" he roared, backhanding her so forcefully that she fell to the deck.

"Kitty!" Sera screamed, rushing up to the unconscious form, but was caught up by the captain. "Jones! I thought I told you to keep an eye on this one!" he nodded his head to the struggling form in his arms. "Put her in my cabin, and lock the door, she'll be safer there!" he handed Sera to the man. And put that one in the brig, I don't want to see her get loose again!"

"Aye, sir." The big man said and turned, calling a crew member to bring Katrina to the brig.

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That's it for now!

Quote:

"We are bad men, and for the money."