"So now what? I go around pretending like this never happened to me? That I saved Norrington's life even though he tried to take mine? I don't know what to do Jack. One moment I'm strolling along the paved streets of Wisconsin, the next I'm talking to the one and only Jack Sparrow and being tortured by the British Royal Navy, which is ironic in itself because I love doing the whole accent thing and was heading to Europe on a trip in July, one of my stops being London! I know it's not a dream, thus said brand, and I know I'm not going crazy…I hope. It's just, nothing this weird has ever happened to me before." Kris ran a hand over her face and looked up at Jack. "You get all that?"

Jack stood staring incredulously at the girl before him. His mouth slightly dropped during her rant, giving him an even drunker look than he always seemed to have. He cleared his throat and sat down next to her, "Yes, luv, caught it all. But right now, you could do with some rest. You had a bloody hell of a day, and some sleep would do you good. What say you to that?"

"Point me to my bed and I shall sleep."

"Right. Bed. You don't really want to room with the newlyweds I presume? No? Then either in the hammocks with the crew, or here, with me." Kris raised her eyebrows. "I meant in the room with me. I would sleep…here! In this chair. Quite cozy!" Jack flopped down into the armchair and Kris heard something crack. "Ow. I mean, yes, cozy." He reached behind him and removed two ends of a broken rum bottle and tossed them aside.

"You're sure? Cause I can sleep on the floor, it's not like I've never had a sleepover with sleeping bags or camped in the dirt. I wouldn't mind-"

"Honestly luv. Must you fight everything I say?"

"Okay, okay. I get the bed, you get the chair. Are we agreed that it's all better?"

"Agreed. Go to sleep." Jack settled in the chair and tipped his retrieved hat over his face. They were both out in a matter of minutes.

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Becca sighed as she walked down the hall of the ship. Most of the crew was asleep, Barbossa was making last minute adjustments on deck, and Kris and Jack were either talking or sleeping, and here she was, wide awake. She paced the whole ship. She now knew where each and every room and object was. There was only one locked door, and that was too the rum cellar. Leave it up to Jack to lock up the rum and not the treasure they steal. She shook her head and started up the stairs to the main deck. When she reached it, she was surprised to see another ship pulled right along side them. Barbossa was talking to two men when he turned and pointed straight at her. The men nodded and tore after her. Becca turned and ran, but she didn't see the men who had stepped behind her when she left the staircase. They caught her and dragged her to whom she presumed was their leader. Barbossa smiled.

"What's going on? What are these men doing here Barbossa?"

"Well you see…darling. These men are the Royal Navy and they said they'd pay a large sum 'o money for you and your little friend. Now Jack is a whole 'nother price when we get ta him."

"You can't do this. Not again. Jack told me about what you and your crew did to him, mutinied on him like you did. How could you? Now this! What kind of a person are you?"

"Aye, a greedy one. I be a pirate on these seas."

"Sea. Seeeeeea. As in one. You're only in the Atlantic."

Barbossa scowled, "Take her away gents." He watched as she was dragged away, struggling every bit as she could.

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Kris bolted upright in the bed. She looked over at Jack whose head was hanging backwards over the side of the chair. He was snoring loudly and she was surprised he hadn't wakened her.

"Jack!" She whispered harshly. He didn't move. "JACK!" She hissed even louder. Jack sprung up, his hat flying across the room. He jumped to his feet and looked wildly about. "Jack! Jack! Jack! Relax, relax okay? I heard something."

"Heard something? Like what?"

"Footsteps. Lots of them, and yelling."

"Probably the crew luv." Jack settled back down in the chair.

"Does the crew talk about the Royal Navy much?"

"No why?"

"Because whoever is up there is making a big stink about it."

Jack stood once again, but this time he walked over to where his sword and gun lay. He buckled everything on and stepped towards the door. "Stay here. I'm going to go see what is going on?"

"Like hell you are." Jack looked taken aback at her language. "Look, I'm as part of this as you are, so if there's trouble, I help too."

"Yes ma'am." Jack slowly opened the door and looked around the corner. The crew was nowhere in sight and the halls were unusually silent. He walked out slowly and waved Kris on. She followed closely behind him. Then he stopped her, "Anything happens, you take the long boat and get yourself away from here. Agreed?"

"Agreed." They started walking again and didn't get but ten feet when Jack's arm flew back onto her chest and pinned her against the wall. "HANDS! HANDS!" She hissed. He jerked his hand away giving a little grin as he did so. "You did that on purpose!" She whispered to him. Jack just smiled and continued.

They continued down the hall when someone started down the stairs. Jack pulled Kris into a room and held his sword at the ready. A gun would cause too much noise if there were intruders. They stayed silent as the door slowly opened. A man that was not on the crew and was wearing a red coat, started in. He was halfway in when Jack thrusted his sword into the man's gut, covering the victim's mouth as he did so. There was no sound as he dropped to the floor, dead. Jack straightened and glanced at Kris. She was staring wide-eyed at the dead man at her feet.

"Kris…" She didn't respond. "Kris!" He hissed. She looked up slowly, her eyes deep pools of nothingness. "Don't look at him, just look at me. Keep looking at me. If you want to get out of here…alive, then you must do everything I say, and be…here." Jack had a hand motion for everything he had just said.

"Okay, okay, I'll try."

He looked sternly at her, "Don't try. Just do."

She was surprised at his seriousness. "Okay. Don't worry Jack. I'll do whatever you tell me, so long as we get out of here alive."

"I hope I won't let you down luv." Jack swallowed hard and opened the door slowly. He didn't have a chance. A hand shot out and grabbed Jack around the throat. He gasped for air and tried to pry the fingers from his body. He was gasping something to Kris, but she was frozen in place as the door swung open. Norrington glared at her as he grasped Jack's neck. The cut under his eye had just barely begun to heal. He looked like an animal as he yanked Jack forward. Jack pushed him away and yelled one thing before being slammed against the wall: "RUN! RUN KRIS, RUN NOW!" When she didn't move, Norrington smiled.

"Looks like the fearless runaway can be frightened. What do you think of that Captain Sparrow?" Jack glared at Norrington, still unable to speak. "You're in for a terrifying future at the rate you're going. Branded, tattooed, tortured-"

Kris finally found her voice, "You never actually tortured me."

"Sorry, that's what we're going to do to you as soon as we dock." He turned his attention back to Jack who was slowly fading. Norrington released some pressure and Jack rattled in a breath. "Don't want you to die on us before we get any information out." He sighed, "I've wanted to do this for a while now, and now that it's happening, I feel slightly disappointed. I thought you could do better Jack. You were all about you, is what they said, and I agreed. But yet, you get captured protecting another, a woman no less. I thought the day would never come when I'd see Jack Sparrow protect one without any incentive."

Jack swallowed hard, "Things change. People change." Jack closed his eyes. Norrington grinned at Kris.

"So, where's the rest of your crew?"

"Above on the main deck. Why? Don't think that I can handle the two of you?"

"The two of us, maybe. But both of us and an already seventy pound pup, no." Norrington turned quickly at the sound of the first growl. He grabbed his gun from his belt and went to shoot Captain as the dog lunged forward, attaching himself to the Commodore's leg. Jack shoved Norrington off balance and he staggered back, tripping in the process. He fell to the ground with a thud, narrowly missing Captain. The pup still hadn't let go as Jack grabbed Kris's hand. He pulled her to the stairs, "Captain," She whispered. The dog released Norrington and ran after them. They snuck onto the deck and swung into the longboat. The crew aboard didn't realize they were in the water until they heard the splash of the boat.