Chapter 2, And Then They Made Me Their Chief...

"Dunno, she's been 'ere fer hours." A man with really bad grammar was speaking beside me.

"Well it's time we find out." Somebody smacked my face. "Time to wake up luv."

I stirred slightly and sat up, rubbing my eyes. "Where am I?"

"The cells of Port Royal, luv! Where'd ya think you'd be?"

"PORT ROYAL?" I sat blot upright and stared at the man who had spoken. "AAUUUUGGHHH! WHAT IN HELL?"

Jack Sparrow stared at me. "Are you alright?"

"NO! THIS IS ABSOLUTELY THE WORST VACATION I HAVE EVER BEEN ON!"

"Vacation? You come to Port Royal for a vacation?"

"NO! I - oh it's no use." I sighed threw myself into a corner.

"What's your name?" Jack asked curiously.

"Meg Pettrocci. You?" I asked miserably, already knowing the answer.

"Captian Jack Sparrow, luv." He held his hand out to me. I took it. "Now what would an oddly dressed little strumpet such as yourself, being doing in prison?" I was still wearing my soccer shorts, a tank top and sneakers.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I said.

"We've got the time." Jack said settling himself in the corner opposite mine.

"Well..." I recounted the events I could remember, Jack staring at me as if I had lost my mind the whole time.

"Okay... If you say so."

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

"And then they made me their chief." Jack had spent the rest of the afternoon telling me of his exploits.

BOOM! The entire cell shook violently as if in an earthquake.

"Damnit." I swore, knowing what was to follow. Jack jumped up to look out of the small barred window that overlooked the harbor.

"I know those guns. It's the Pearl."

"Yipiee."

"The Black Pearl . I've heard stories. She's been prayin' on ships an' settlement for near ten leaves any survivors." the guy with really bad grammar had his face against the bars of the cell.

"No survivors? Then were do the stories come from I wonder?" Jack asked looking away from the window. Shouts, shots, and screams erupted outside the cells.

"Sounds like they're doing a pretty good job of sacking the down, don't you think?" I asked out of sheer boredom.

"Ye-" Jack started to answer when an explosion blasted the wall of the next cell to pieces. The cell's occupants ran out into the streets.

"My sympathies, friends. You've got no manner of luck at all." Bad-Grammer Boy said before running after his friends.

"Yes we do." I said staring out of the small gap the explosion had blown out of our cell. "Bad luck." The moon came out from behind a cloud. Jack picked up the bone the other men had been using to lure the dog with. He looked at me.

"Worth a shot?" Jack asked.

"Be my guest." I said, again retreating to a corner.

Jack made an attempt to lure the dog over. Unfortunately, as I had seen over and over in theaters, a gunshot went off up stairs and a dead guard plummeted down.

"This ain't the armory!" one of the disgusting looking pirates that had come down the stairs stated loudly.

"Brilliant deduction, Watson." This was not my day.

"Lookie what we 'ave 'ere Twig. C'ptn Jack Sparrow."

"Last time we saw you, you was all alone on a godforsaken island, shrinkin' inta the distance. His fortunes aren't improved much."

"But they made him their chief." I put it, the same dialogue that i had seen replayed 7 times at the
cinema was beginning to annoy me.

"What's this then? New girl friend 'ey?"

"That's not very nice." I said. and one carefully aimed kick sent the pirate Twig sprawling. I grinned wickedly as he rolled in agony on the floor. The other pirate scowled.

"Come on Twigg." He snapped. Tiwg, clutching the remains of his crippled pride stumbled after his friend. And once again we were alone. Lovely

((yea i know, long time no post, but thats cool and yes, he jumped from 40000 feet is a real camp song.))