Author's Note: Well welcome to my story.  By the way- if you haven't read "There's Your Trouble" then you probably won't get more than half of this story.  I would suggest you go read it- but I can't force you to do anything. 

          Also, I'm posting two chapters because I like short first chapters and it wouldn't be very nice to just give you a little chapter…so here's two.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything…Its all Jerry, Gore, Terry and Ted- they created the masterpiece that is Pirates of the Caribbean.  I owe them everything…*sigh*

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"Yer pretty cute, some lassie have her eye on you, mate?"

        The man winced and kept walking.  She frowned and looked at the man on her other side, "Do you have a lime?  I haven't had one in a while and Scurvy don't sound that pleasant."

        "You already go something that'll help your scurvy."

        She paused, "Oh yea, how could I forget?  A brand helps scurvy."

        They both laughed and upon reaching the end of the stairs, one of them went to unlock a cell and the other threw her in there.  "Now keep quiet.  The Commodore will be down here in a bit."

        Keep quiet?  Yer funny.  "Should I wash my hair as well?  Perhaps put on a dress."

        "Quiet you!" the cute one yelled.

        "Well!  You better not come crawling back to me bub!" she said in mock offence.  But while she was talking she didn't hear the footsteps of the Commodore.  So when he stopped in front of her cell she was a little off guard, but not for long.

        The Commodore paused for a minute, looking at her.  Even if he didn't know who this was, he would guess just by looking at her.  Remarkable, yet unbelievable.  "Give us a moment gentlemen."

        She eyed the two redcoats leave and then her eyes landed on him.  "You think it wise to be left here alone, Commodore?"

        He ignored the question, "Why are you here?"

        "By the complete goodness of my heart, sir."

        He sighed, the sarcasm is there.  "You have a name, miss?"

        She paused, knowing he might hang her then and there on this information alone.  "Sparrow…" she said cautiously.

        He nodded, "Interesting."

        She narrowed her eyes, "Can I know your name?"

        "James Norrington." She paused and then mumbled his last name over and over, "Heard of me?"

        She looked up, "Let's cut to the chase, Commodore- we don't know each other but are both familiar with each other's name- that's peachy.  But what I want to know is when my hanging is."

        "Hanging?"

        "You know, gallows?"

        "You're not going to be hung, my men already branded you…you can leave in a week."

        "Excuse me?" she asked, not sure she heard him right.

        "This is your first offense.  Nothing more will be done to you."

        She narrowed her eyes, "And that's it?  No strings?"

        "No strings."

        She smirked, praising her good fortune. 

        "But miss- I must inform you, that I have informed three people of your presence in Port Royal.  So do be expecting visitors."

        "Who?"

        "The Turners and my wife."