I do not own POTC
Jack had barely been waiting a few minutes before the man he had talking to earlier in the tavern arrived with his men.
"Ready Jack?" he asked.
"Aye" Jack replied
"So" said Pierre, rubbing his hands together "Which ship's mine?"
"See that one over there?" Jack asked, pointing to the Black Pearl.
"Aye"-replied Pierre.
"That's my ship, the one you're going to help me get back. And that one over there" he pointed "is your ship"
"That's my ship?"
"Aye, tis a fine vessel too" replied Jack.
"Well what are we waiting for then? Let's go get your ship back!"
They all set off, making sure they weren't seen and went aboard.
Gibbs saw them and turned around. "They've just gone aboard the Black Pearl," he whispered.
Tiger and Jenson were there with him, along with the rest of the crew who hadn't deserted Jack.
"Are you sure Lewis wont catch us?" asked Jenson nervously.
"He'll be in the tavern all day" said the boson behind them.
They walked aboard cautiously; looking around to check Lewis wasn't following them.
"Jack, we've got company," whistled Pierre.
Jack turned around "Its ok, that's my crew"
"Jack! Why, how…what are you doing here?" cried Gibbs, walking over.
"I'm getting my ship back" he replied coolly.
Suddenly, a noise came from the stairs and one of Lewis' crew came out.
"What the hell's going on here?" he cried.
Jack drew his sword and pointed it at the man's throat.
"Don't do anything otherwise you'll be dead before ye can say Davy Jones' Locker, savvy?"
The man nodded and two of Pierre's men tied him to a mast.
"Search the ship" Pierre ordered the two men.
"Jack, Lewis is heading our way" called Gibbs
Jack looked at where Gibbs was pointing and saw Lewis heading towards the ship with several men in tow.
"Having a reunion party?" he laughed.
"Aye, hope you brought the rum?" Jack replied.
"Sorry, the only thing I brought was my sword" Lewis said, and drew it from its sheath.
"The second favourite thing I enjoy at a party," said Jack, holding his firmly.
Lewis lunged at Jack, who blocked it. Everyone drew their swords and started fighting. The clash of metal against metal could be heard.
"You're a fool Jack" called Lewis over the commotion "coming back here with everyone after you"
"Aye, but I like to live dangerously" Jack replied.
"Either that or your stupid" he answered.
"We'll see how stupid I am after I get my ship back"
"Doesn't look very likely now though" said Lewis.
"Why's that?" Jack asked.
"Looks like we've got company, in the shape of the navy. Bad luck Jack"
Commodore Norrington came aboard still holding Victoria, with his men behind him.
"Well, well, you are in a pickle aren't you Sparrow?" he commented.
"Always a pleasure to see you too Commodore" Jack replied.
"But I'm afraid, this time you wont win" the Commodore said, aiming a bayonet at Jack's head.
Victoria released herself from the Commodores grip and pushed him, knocking the bayonet into the water. The Commodore took out his sword and pointed it towards Victoria.
"You're going to pay for your stupidity," he snarled.
"Why don't you leave her alone?" Jack called.
"Or what Sparrow?"
"Or this" he said, and swung his sword at the Commodore.
The Commodore pushed Victoria to the floor and swung back.
"What are you standing there for?" the Commodore yelled, "Fight!"
His men promptly joined the chaos.
Victoria managed to crawl over to where Jack's was and slumped down next to the door in agony, clutching her stomach. Nobody noticed her for at least fifteen minutes, it was only when Gibbs fell over that he saw her. She had lost consciousness and was lying in a pool of blood.
"Oh my god" he cried "Jack! Come here!"
"I'm a bit tied up at the moment Gibbs, savvy?" he called.
"But captain, its Victoria, I think she's dying"
The Commodore and Jack both stopped fighting and ran over to her.
"Somebody fetch a doctor!" yelled the Commodore.
A young navy officer ran off the ship. By now, everyone had stopped fighting and were crowding round. Not a word was said, they all waited for the arrival of the doctor, which didn't take long.
The doctor pushed his way through the men and knelt down beside Victoria.
"How long has she been like this?" he asked.
"We don't know, I found her about ten minutes ago" Gibbs said.
"Save the baby, whatever you do, make sure the babies ok" the Commodore growled.
"What? I think the priority here is Victoria" Jack replied.
"For you maybe Sparrow, but my baby is more important to me"
"Your baby!" Jack exploded.
"That's right, my baby" he sneered.
So, what, do you enjoy taking advantage of young girls?"
"Gentlemen, could you leave this till later? This young lady is very ill," the doctor said.
"Is there anything you can do?" asked Gibbs.
"I'm afraid she had a miscarriage. I couldn't save her or the baby"
"What?" cried the Commodore.
"I am however, concerned about the bruises on her arms and legs. Does anyone know anything about them?"
"Why don't you ask him?" said Tiger, pointing to the Commodore.
"Me, why me?" the Commodore said.
"I saw you pulling her around before" replied Tiger.
"That's preposterous," the Commodore said.
"Well no one else has been with her," said Jack.
"Is this true Commodore?" the doctor asked.
The Commodore gritted his teeth "so what if it is? She had it coming to her all along"
"You've gone too far this time Norrington" called Jack, pulling out his gun.
"What are you going to do Sparrow? Shoot me?" he sneered.
Pierre stood in front of Jack and held his gun to the Commodore's forehead.
"No, I am" he said "See you in hell you son of a bitch"
He pulled back the trigger and an echoing bang was heard.
The Commodore looked down at where he had been shot then looked up.
"I don't believe it" he gasped "you've won again Sparrow"
He then stumbled backwards and fell off the side and into the water.
Nobody said anything, they were too stunned.
The doctor stood up. "There's nothing more I can do here," he said quietly, leaving.
"Why did you shoot him?" Jack asked Pierre.
"You've got enough trouble, without being wanted for murder" Pierre replied.
Jack sat down next to Victoria and looked at her. He felt his heart sink. She was so beautiful and he has never taken the time to notice; now it was too late. He should have taken her home when he had the chance.
Suddenly, a flash of blinding light was seen and everyone was knocked to the floor.
Victoria opened her eyes slowly. She was still on the ship but she felt…different. She looked down, but instead of seeing a bump, she could see her feet.
"Victoria?" said Jack.
"What happened?" she asked.
"That's what I'm tryin' to figure out" he replied.
"Tis the work of the devil!" cried Lewis, getting up and running as fast as his legs could carry him off the ship. "Have your curs'd ship Jack! Tis no good to me!"
"Its no devil" said Jenson "It's the work of an angel"
"Whatever it was, I think you should rest now," said Jack.
"Just take me home Jack" she said quietly.
Jack nodded and helped her to her feet.
"Use my room," he said, opening the door.
"Sorry I've caused so much trouble Jack" she said getting into bed.
"Never mind that, just get some rest, savvy?"
Victoria nodded and put her head on the pillow. She has something else to say to Jack but she had forgotten what it was. Besides that, she was already asleep.