Someone reviewed telling me that they wanted longer chapters. I'll just say that, up to chapter fifteen, all chapters are prewritten. There are some longer chapters coming up, but these chapters look longing in Wordpad. xD

Also, it isn't the length of chapters that matters, but how the story flows.

Full Summary: When Jack has no choice but to pose as a Navy officer in order to get his precious Black Pearl fixed from a sea battle against another crew of pirates, he ends up finding help in one of the most unlikely of places.

Chapter Seven

With the help of one of the butlers that was stationed permenantly at the house, Nell managed to stop the blood flow and carry the unconcious form of Admiral Georges up the steps and into his room. She fluffed up the pillow and pulled back the covers with one hand before helping to place the old man in his bed. She then rushed downstairs and outside to the well. The wound needed cleaning to stand any chance of healing without infection. If it got infected... Nell shivered uncomfortabley, not wanting to think about that. They had to be positive.

As she finally pulled the heavy bucket back up, cold water sloshing about and nearly soaking her front, she held it with two hands and began to walk back into the house as fast as she dared. It was agonisingly slow; the bucket was heavy and she didn't want to waste a single drop. She would need all of it. She would need bandanges too, but her arms were too full at the moment to get some; that would have to wait until she could get them. Cleaning the wound was the first priority.

Stepping heavily with the weight of the bucket, Nell walked up the stairs after she passed through the kitchen, breathing heavily. The water moved in the bucket and some splashed over the side onto the steps. Nell grimaced but continued on her way, stepping around the wet patch so she would not fall; that would be disasterous.

When she reached the landing, she turned right and followed the corridor, looking down into the great hall for a brief second before shaking herself mentally. The Admiral needed her. Eventually, she reached the door to Admiral Georges' room and sighed. It was a sigh partly of happiness, for the door was open, but also of preparation: this would be quite a task.

Stepping inside, and shuffled over to the bed and opened the curtains a little way to let in sunlight; she would have to see what she was doing for this to go well.

Pulling a wooden chair over, she ripped the bottom of her skirt and dipped the fabric into the cold water, shivering at the temperature. Lifting the water-heavy rag out, she rung it out carefully and leaned over, dabbing the scarlet blood away from the head wound, finding the edges and how deep it was. The rag was quickly soaked in red so she threw it into the bucket and ripped another rag off, repeating the process. This had to be done well and be done well it would be.

As she was focusing, she didn't notice the screams from outside until there was a scream near the front door. Nell dropped the rag in shock and jumped to her feet. Leaning over the form of the Admiral, she looked out of the window, and nearly screamed herself.

Pirates.

So many pirates, running up the cobbled street. They were heading towards the house. Nell caught a glimpse of the doctor as he was easily cut down like the many civilians before him. She saw the blood splatter and knew he was dead. There were so many bodies littering the streets, and she could do nothing to help them - she would die too.

She could, however, protect the Admiral. He was in no state to fight. But she couldn't tear herself away from the window. She only did so when she saw Navy men appear out of the shadows and start fighting back.

Whipping around, her eyes darted about the room. Where did the Admiral keep his sword? The wardrobe? She ran over, throwing the doors open. No glinting metal weapon there. Under the bed? Nope. In his drawers? Nope. Under them? Yes!

Pulling out the sword, she unsheathed it and threw the scabbard to the side, advancing towards the door. Carefully, she looked out. No one was there. Yet. That meant she could get to the front of the house to fight back. So that is what she did.

Upon reaching the great hall, the front door was opened with such a force that it came off it's hinges. Standing in the doorway was a throng of pirates, their swords already dripping. Not knowing what to do, she raised the sword she was holding and they laughed at her, running in like a stampede of hooved animals. One engaged her in a fight while others grabbed expensive objects and others still raced around the rooms, trying to find something.

That had to be the Admiral. They wanted to kill him. It wasn't hard to work out.

The point of a sword came swinging down towards her face and Nell only just managed to block the attack. It was a strong attack and the force rattled her. The opponent took this to his advantage and punched her, sending her sprawling on the marble floor. The sword fell out of her hands and clattered across the floor. The pirate's face loomed over her and she screwed her eyes shut. This was surely it. She was going to die, and no one would care. They would only care for the Admiral, whether he survived or not.

A gunshot rang through the air. Slowly, Nell opened one blue eye and saw the pirate fall sideways to the floor. She quickly sat up and spotted the gun that did the damage. The barrel was blow by a mouth as she watched. Those dark eyes drew her in and she knew who it was, despite the clothes, which were like those of the rest of the pirates.

"Mr. Smith!"