Hi all! Took a while for inspiration to strike, but strike it did, then fled quickly. I'm gonna get that little bugger back… eventually…

This chapter is dedicated to:

MoonSeaEarth:

NEW REVIEWER!

I can too leave it like that, evil cliffy and all! Because I am the authoress! Bow to my amazing poweress! Mwahahaha! (ahem) sorry, the little imp escaped from his cage and got a hold of my keyboard again. I really ought to buy a better lock…

angelwingz21: yes an update, and guess what? Here's another!

Sarah-K-O-M: sorry, hun, but as I said before, this is not a JackOC. yes, we will meet the nephew, I just am having trouble coming up with a name for him, I think I got one now though, and that is a rather intriguing thought.

Le Jack: yup that review went through, but I bet you guessed that as I am replying ;) ok, hopefully this helps. Before the colonies, Jack was on his nephew's ship with the Pearl following. After the colonies, the nephew is following Jack, and they are trying to catch the Wayfarer.

Drink-Up-Me-Hearties-Yo-Ho: Now that I can understand what you are writing (your reviews were kinda odd there for a bit), I love it! Oh, right, the reply… um, they are EVIL pirates…uh, yeah, that's it. Yeah, apparently you haven't seen Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail. And you really should stop hurting yourself…

Hooved Majesty: you wonder if they will be alright? I guess you will just have to read on to find out, no?

Tazz Sparrow: I think I said most of it in my review, but you know what? Here's one more chapter that I am up on! Hehehe!

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Wayfarer

Toussaint screamed at his men to hurry in their tasks, convinced that they were not moving fast enough, all the while repeatedly glancing over his shoulder, with each glance the Black Pearl got closer.

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Black Pearl

Jack lowered his spyglass with a grin, his nephew sure knew how to pick them. The men on deck of the Wayfarer were frantically scrambling around at the frenzied orders of their captain, if the wild gestures of the man standing on the quarter deck were any indication. And by the way the galleon was riding low in the water, he guessed she had a far amount of plunder in her holds, ripe for the plucking.

"Alright lads!" Jack called out. "Load the cannons and ready your weapons to board!" he grinned again at the crew's loud shout of the anticipated battle-induced adrenaline. "Fire!" Jack cried as the Pearl drew up beside the Wayfarer.

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Wayfarer

Sera pounded her tiny fists against the door, she wanted out, she wanted Kitty, and she knew Kitty was outside the cabin. She paused as she heard a loud crash like thunder, shrieking as the ship lurched beneath her feet, throwing her against the bedpost, and hitting her bruised arm. Holding her arm, Sera just got up when a second round of cannon fire, this time the ship jumping to the opposite side, threw her back to the ground.

There were shouts from the deck, closely followed by more cannon, mixed with gunshots, which reminded Sera of the horse race at the fare. Only this time, she knew there was no Link to save her if she got in trouble. She carefully crawled to the desk, not wanting to be thrown back down, and curled up against the side underneath to hide. There she stayed as she listened to want was going on outside the cabin, changing from cannons and guns to swords. Though not thoroughly understanding what was going on, she was scared. And there was no Kitty there to comfort her. Hugging her knees to herself she hid her face in the folds of her dress and silently cried, not even noticing when the sounds from outside changed and nearly ceased altogether.

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Outside the cabin

Toussaint looked down at his hand covering the sword wound in his side, he couldn't believe it was all over so quick, he also couldn't believe that he had miscalculated and over swung his sword, cutting his own side. What he could believe was that his ship was now taken over, and he knew he was dying, looking down at his side again, he moved his hand away to look at the wound, then fainted dead away.

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Jack looked around deck, not a member of Toussaint's crew was standing, many of his own men, along with his nephew's crew, wore cuts and what would most likely turn into bruises, few where nursing more serious wounds, such as gunshot wounds or a particularly nasty scratch along the forearm. But overall, they looked well enough.

He needed rum he suddenly realized and smirked as his eyes fell on double doors stationed next to the stairs that led to the quarter-deck. Where better to find rum than the captain's cabin. Jack walked up to the doors and puled them open, or at least tried to, they where locked shut. After jiggling and slightly struggling with the door handle, he got frustrated, pulled his pistol out of his sash, and shot the lock.

Jack thought he heard something inside, mentally pushing the rum to second thing to do on his list, he pulled out his sword and quickly surveyed the cabin, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. He started to put his sword away, but hearing a noise, swiftly pulled it back out of his sheath and followed the noise. Jack stopped at the desk and stared quizzically, how could a desk cry? Jack just shrugged, he had seen, and fought, undead pirates, what was a crying desk?

Lifting his eyes, Jack smirked at a bottle on a shelf, a board nailed to the wall, really, but did that mater? It was rum. Rounding the desk, he grabbed the bottle, pulled out the cork and made to take a swig from said bottle when he heard it. A small stifled squeak, followed by some heavy breathing. Swiveling in place, he focused his eyes, on the desk. So now it was squeaking? And breathing? A movement below the desk caught his attention. Looking down he saw a bit of lacy black ruffles.

Understanding dawned in Jack's eyes and he bent down to look under the desk where he was greeted by very large dark blue eyes set in a tearstained little face.

"Well, 'ello, lass." He said gently, as to not scare her, but her eyes grew wider, if possible, and she tried to shuffle farther away from him, but was trapped against the desk. "Now lass, I ain't gonna hurt ye." He tried to coax her from her no longer secret hiding spot. But here eyes only darted from his hand, to him, and back again. Following her gaze, he mentally kicked himself, he still held his sword. "Oh, right." He shoved the sword back into its scabbard. "How 'bout now, will ye come out now, lass?" she gave almost an indiscernible nod and Jack moved back so she had room to get out.

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As soon as the frightening man got out of the way, Sera quickly got up and sprinted for the door, only to bump into another man, and fall down. She looked up with fearful eyes. This man didn't look so scary, no things in his hair, and it wasn't in dreadlocks either. In fact, he looked a lot like the nice footman from the manor that always snuck her sweets from the kitchen when she had been naughty, and not allowed dessert after supper. Sera just covered her face with her hands and started to sob. The man crouched in front of her and put a hand on her shoulder, surprised when she lunged at him and clung to his shirtfront, sobbing harder. The young man raised questioning eyes to Jack while awkwardly patting her on the back and making soft, and what he hoped were comforting, noises. Jack merely shrugged. And they waited for Sera to calm down

"I believe you frightened the young lady, uncle Jack." The man said.

"So it appears. Think she's Toussaint's? Certainly looks like a pirate lass." Jack crossed his arms.

The younger captain shrugged. "What are we going to do with her?"

"Well, there's Tortuga…"

"No."

"or Port Royal." Jack quickly added. "I know some people there…"

"Captain!" came a call. Both men turned their heads. "We found the hold, full of plunder, she is!"

Seeing it was one of the younger captain's crew members, he stood up, Sera still in his arms. "Good, Bailey!" he called back, let's get it loaded onto the other ships now."

"Aye, captain!" the man grinned and rushed to the hold with some of the other men, making quick work of moving numerous chests to both the ships floating on either side of the Wayfarer as both captains oversaw the moving of said objects. Finally the procession of men to and from the hold stopped.

"That's it, Captain!" Gibbs called up to Jack.

"Good work today, lads!" Jack called to his crew. "Extra ration of rum tonight!" he threw his hands wide. Both crews cheered as the younger captain nodded his assent. Jack shared a grin with his relative as they both started to make way to their own ships.

Sera saw this and started struggling. "Kitty!" she cried, reaching for the hatch. "Kitty!"

"We can get you another one lass."

"Kitty!" Sera repeated and cried harder. "KITTY!"

Sharing a slightly confused look, Jack took the young girl as she was pushed towards him and his nephew quickly moved to the hatch. "You go on Uncle Jack, I'll find her cat."

At those words, Sera slightly calmed down, though Sera still didn't like the pirate, noticing, Jack handed the girl to a very astonished Anamaria.

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Christopher Hunt, or Kipp, as he was normally called searched all around the ship, not seeing any cat, he gave up hope and started up the stairs to the deck when he eyed the hatch to the brig. Brigs were notoriously wet, and he doubted a cat would go there, but remembering the look on the young girl's face he sighed and decided he better check.

Lifting the hatch, he stared down into complete black, grabbing a lantern he quickly lit it and climbed down the steep stairs. He made his way through the couple inch deep water and scum, scowling at the smell. Slowly, waving the lantern back and forth so he could see both sides, if only alternately. He didn't find a cat, but what he did find startled him.

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There, a bit longer, rejoice all ye readers!

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