AN: Blake's outfit is up top.

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Blake Hopper stood aboard the H.M.S. Dauntless, the formidable, frightening and  twenty-five gun ports on the side looming near.

Her cousin, Elizabeth Swann, stood by her side, the honey brunette girl lowly singing to a sea shanty they had learned from the multitude of books containing lore on pirates. The girls jumped as a hand with skin a dark leather, clutched their shoulders, startling them.

They turned to see Joshamee Gibbs, whose jaw was clenched, hissing through his teeth, "Quiet, missy! Cursed pirates sail these waters. You want to call 'em down on us?"

"Mr. Gibbs, I do not see why you shall get your point across with your hand on a lady," Blake's twelve-year-old eyes were dark, "Please remove your hands from us."

The man did as asked and another voice was heard, saying, "Mr. Gibbs. That will do."

Elizabeth and Blake turned to see a Royal Navy soldier,  Norrington, standing beside Weatherby Swann.

"She was singing about pirates," Gibbs told him, his voice almost scared, "Bad luck to sing about pirates, with us mired in this unnatural fog; mark my words."

Norrington pursed his lips, raising a brow at him, "Consider them marked. On your way."

"'Aye Lieutenant."

Gibbs began walking away, muttering as he passed the two men, "It's bad luck to have a woman on board. Even two miniature ones."

The man returned to his deck-swabbing duties, surreptitiously taking a swing from his flask before he did so. Elizabeth and Blake stood with their hands in front of them, looking up to the two men.

"I think it would be rather exciting to meet a pirate," Elizabeth told.

Blake simply shrugged, "They seem arrogant and glib to me, cousin. Though, most men do. The only thing that seems intriguing is having a sword."

Norrington held back a smile at the girl's words, saying, "Think again, Miss Swann. Vile and dissolute creatures, the lot of them. I intend to see to it that a pirate glad, or wears the pirate brand, gets what he deserves: a short drop and a sudden stop."

Elizabeth quirked a brow and looked over to Blake for an explanation, the girl simply looking at Norrington with an accusatory glare.

"If you were to kill a man for piracy, who has killed someone as well, I raise you a question Lieutenant Norrington. Does that make you better than a pirate?"

"Blake," Weatherby almost hissed, face blushing in embarrassment as Gibbs gestured to a man being hanged for Elizabeth, who now understood the conversation.

Norrington waved the man off, saying, "No, Governor, she does raise a point."

He looked to the girl, "The difference, Miss Hopper, is that we would be taking less lives than they would. Stopping the foreseeable pillage they would be causing. Making it so there's not as much pain and suffering."

"By hanging a noose around their neck which is painful and causes suffering," Blake hummed, "Interesting techniques from the Royal Navy."

Norrington chuckled, "Touché, Miss Blake. You are smart for your age."

"I am smart by reading literature from one in the past, gaining their experience. Reading is how you understand the world," Blake explained, making him hum.

"Captain Norrington," Weatherby Swann stepped beside the man he called, "I appreciate your fervor, but I am concerned about the effect this subject with have on my niece and daughter."

He looked to the man in charge and stepped away, "My apologies, Governor."

"Actually, I find it all fascinating," Elizabeth voiced, eyes wide in excitement.

Her father sighed, saying, "Yes, that's what concerns me."

Weatherby Swann walked away and Elizabeth looked to Blake, saying, "Is it that concerning that we love lore and pirates?"

"We are women," Blake nodded, voice lowered as they turned out to look at the water, "They concern themselves with everything we do. Men act hard and as though they believe they are strong, but they will forever be scared of us."

Elizabeth hummed, putting her hands on the railing alongside Blake, "I still think it would be exciting to meet a pirate."

The girls went silent, eyes on the murky grey ocean as a fog rolled in. Blake's eyes narrowed at the sight of an umbrella floating atop the water, Elizabeth following her gaze.

Blake leaned over the boat, hair dangling at her sides as she saw a boy floating on a piece of driftwood toward the Dauntless. She gasped and picked up her dress, running toward Captain Norrington alongside Elizabeth.

"A boy! There's a boy in the water!"

Norrington and Governor Swann ran to the side of the ship with the crew, the Captain yelling, "Man overboard! Fetch a hook. Haul him out of there."

A dozen sailors were running across the ship's floor, quick movements being made to save the unknown boy. Blake watched as they used a boathook to grab onto the boy as he passed by, carefully laying him on the deck.

"He's still breathing," Norrington observed as he bent down to the boy's height.

Blake ran over to the boy, bending down beside Norrington in relief at the sight. Somehow, Blake was completely panicked at the thought of this unknown boy's, who presumably looked to be her age, unconscious state.

It's as if something in her knew exactly who he was.

She moved a stray hair from his face, hand cupping his jaw as she observed his breathing, eyes only on him until Joshamee Gibbs spoke aloud.

"Mary mother of God."

Everyone turned to see the sea no longer empty, wreckage from a merchant ship littering the water along the many bodies of its crew. The smoke burned their eyes as they watched the torn British flag, limply hanging from the stern and into the water.

Hushed voices surfaced from the crew until Weatherby said, "What happened here?"

"Most likely the powder magazine," Norrington voiced, "Merchant vessels run heavily armed."

"Lot of good it did them."

The crew, Norrington, Weatherby and the girls all looked to Gibbs, Blake indecorously giving him a raised brow.

"Everyone's thinking it!" Gibb's scoffed, "I'm just saying it. Pirates!"

Weatherby Swann shook his head, "There's no proof of that! It was probably an accident."

Blake rolled her eyes at her uncles ignorance, turning back to the boy below her feet. She bent down on her knees as Norrington began spitting orders at the crew, grabbing the boy's cold hands in hers to warm them.

"Blake, Elizabeth, you two accompany the boy.  He's in your charge now. You will both watch over him?"

The women nodded gravely before the man hurried away to help unstow many longboats. Blake went back to the boy, wiping another stray hair before gasping in fright when he gripped onto her wrist.

"It's okay," She hushed him, alongside Elizabeth, "My name is Blake Hopper, this is my cousin Elizabeth Swann."

His breath was heavy as his purple lips shook, "Will Turner."

"I'm watching over you, Will," Blake gave him a light smile, "I'll take care of you."

Will clutched her hands and blinked rapidly before his head fell back, the boy slipping back into unconsciousness. Blake's eyes trailed down to his collar as his movement opened his shirt, her eyes catching a gold medallion around his neck.

She moved his shirt, Elizabeth asking, "What are you doing?"

"I want to see."

Blake grasped the medallion, running her thumb over the intricate skull that looked to be of Aztec design. Her eyes widened and she looked to Elizabeth who held the same expression.

"He's a pirate," Blake whispered, eyes worried, "We cannot tell them. Norrington will hang him. He's just a boy."

Elizabeth nodded, "Take the necklace. Hide it."

Blake nodded and quickly took the necklace from Will's neck, stuffing it into her bodice as footsteps approached. The girls stood as his voice rang near them.

"Has he said anything?"

"His name is Will Turner," Elizabeth spoke for Blake, "That's all we found out."

Norrington nodded before hurrying off, speaking to his men, "Take him below."

The men did as asked, picking up Will making Blake quickly grab his hand. Her eyes widened at the black ink dripping down his arm and staining white cloth, looking to her own to see a black smudge under her dress sleeve.

A small gasp let her mouth at the realization of who this boy was, lips trembling a bit as she let go of his hand while they were taking him away. She looked to Elizabeth startled as she placed a hand on her shoulder.

Blake took in a small breath, voice barely there as she puffed, "I just found my soulmate."

Blake woke with a gasp, eyes immediately landing on the inkwell on her nightstand she had left there the night prior. She sat up and stretched her arms toward the ceiling, letting out a satisfied sigh as her shoulders and back cracked from the morning stiffness.

The woman turned the knob on the oil lamp and a dim orange light reflected off the cream walls, Blake standing and walking to her vanity. She sat and sifted through her drawer, lifting a hidden bottom to expose a necklace, citrine ring and a letter written by her father before he had passed.

Blake picked up the citrine ring her father had given her before she left, his scratchy voice echoing through her ears.

"This will lead you home."

She brushed off the dust and slid the silver ring with a raw citrine stone on her left pointer finger, shaking her head from whatever her father could have told her in his drunken state. Blake then grabbed the gold necklace from her dreams, wiping the collected cobwebs off it.

A smile formed on her lips at the thought of Will, looking to the mirror before putting the heavy medallion on. Blake quickly fixed her curls over her back, thoughts going to if Will was truly a pirate before a loud knocking interrupted her.

Her eyes widened as she stood, running to the bed to grab her robe as Weatherby Swann's voice was heard.

"Blake?"

"One moment, uncle!" Blake puffed out, wrapping the cream robe with flowers painted on it, tying the tie around her waist quickly.

She quickly slipped Will's medallion under her night gown as Elizabeth's voice was then heard, saying, "Are you descent, cousin?'

Blake fixed her hair as there was another knock and leaned against the bed post, saying, "Yes!"

The door opened and Elizabeth and Weatherby walked in, two maids after them, who immediately went to the windows.

"Still in bed at this hour?" Weatherby chuckled, Blake giving him a light smile, "You and Elizabeth, such a pair."

Blake let out a wince as the maids, Leia and Vera, drew back the curtains, opening the window to let the morning light into the dark room. She looked back to Elizabeth as her eyes adjusted.

"It's a beautiful day."

Blake turned to her uncle as he said, "I have a gift for you and Elizabeth. I figured why not show them to you at the same time?"

Another maid, Estrella, walked into Blake's room, holding two boxes stacked on one another. Vera took the one on top and displayed it before Blake, the brunette giving her a smile as Weatherby opened both boxes at once.

A small gasp left Elizabeth as Blake's eyes widened, looking at a rich green velvet dress with matching lace neatly sewn into the bodice.

"Oh, it's beautiful," Elizabeth gaped, grasping onto her cream colored dress. Blake did the same and said, "It very much so is, uncle. Thank you."

"May I inquire as to the occasion?" Elizabeth rose a thin brow, knowing there had to be a reason.

Weatherby sighed, "Does a father, or uncle, need an occasion to dote upon his daughter and niece?"

"No, but it is suspicious," Blake smirked, taking the dress from the box before thanking Vera.

The said maid and Estrella quickly walked Elizabeth and Blake behind the privacy screen, the girls quickly disrobing.

"Actually, I," Weatherby stammered, making Blake look to Elizabeth, who was already smirking, "I had hoped you, Blake, might wear it for the ceremony today. You as well, Elizabeth."

"Ceremony?" Elizabeth questioned. Weatherby nodded, though they could not see, "Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony."

Blake peaked her head out behind the curtain, "I knew it."

She went back behind it, landing on Elizabeth's softened eyes as Weatherby said, "Commodore Norrington, as he's about to become."

The girls swiftly slipped into their new corsets, Estrella and Vera tying them in as they tied the lacing in the front of one another's.

"Fine gentleman, don't you think? He fancies you, Blake, don't you think?"

Blake shook her head at Elizabeth, whispering, "He's a pig."

"All men are," Elizabeth wrinkled her nose, "Disgusting in every way."

Elizabeth let out a gasp as Estrella laced a certain grommet tightly, Blake wincing as Vera did the same toward the middle of her back.

"Girls? Is everything all right?"

Blake coughed slightly as Elizabeth eyed the chain around her neck, raising an accusing brow but saying, "It's difficult to say, uncle."

"I'm told it's the latest fashion in London," The governor boasted, making Blake say, "Then women in London must learn not to breathe. Why have we made women think having a small waist is needed? It hurts if not done properly."

Weatherby chuckled as Elizabeth finished fastening Blake's front, the older girl doing the same.

Steps were heard and Estrella and Vera helped the cousins slip into their dresses, a voice, who Blake recognized to be the butler, said, "My Lord, you have a visitor."

"It's Will," Blake hissed toward Elizabeth, the said woman, Estrella and Vera giggling at her words.

Blake gave them all a glare as Weatherby walked out of the room, Vera fixing her dress before saying, "You are beautiful, miss."

"Vera, we've been friends for several years now. Call me Blake when it's us, I know it's entirely improper in my uncle's eyes, but I do not believe it is," Blake gave her a smile before taking her hands, "Thank you for your help. I shall go to the library later and check out a book for our lessons."

Vera gave her a bright grin, "Thank you, Blake."

Blake wrinkled her nose as Elizabeth finished getting dressed, the two women went to her vanity. The elder cousin sprayed herself with her homemade perfume, the concoction smelling of local honeysuckle and sage.

Blake quickly pulled back her hair as Elizabeth grabbed a pair of pearl earrings out of her jewelry box, making the brunette look to her.

"Those are mine," Blake pouted.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and took out another pair, saying, "And these are mine that are mixed mixed with yours."

The Hopper woman only shrugged before taking the pair Elizabeth extended toward her, slipping them in before Vera walked up behind her. Blake wrinkled her nose at the green hat in her hand through the mirror.

"Please do not make me wear that, Vera. I will die of embarrassment."

Vera sighed, "Blake, Governor Swann will-"

"-Never mind what he thinks," Blake waved her off, "He wishes me to marry the Captain. If he wants it without complaint, no hat."

Vera nodded, placing the hat back in the box as Blake grabbed her things, stepping into a pair of matching heels. She looked to Elizabeth, fixing her hair.

"Do I look okay?"

"Perfectly splendid," Elizabeth smirked, "Now go to the lover boy with brown doe eyes."

Blake gave her a chuckle before practically running through the halls, squeaking past another maid with a laugh and small apology. She quickly paused before she was seen, composing herself as she heard Will and Weatherby speaking.

"Do pass my compliments onto your master," The governor said most impressed by the blade Will had brought him for Commodore Norrington.

Will turned to Blake as she walked out from behind the awning, a light gulp escaping him before he stammered, looking back to the elder gentleman.

"I shall," He met Blake's eyes as she stepped off the stairs, "A craftsman is always pleased to hear his work is appreciated."

Weatherby smiled before following his eyes, letting out a noise of awe, "Blake! You look absolutely stunning."

"I suppose the torture device I was put into was worth it then," Blake sarcastically remarked, glancing at him.

She looked back to Will, "Good morning, Will."

"Good morning, Miss Hopper," Will smiled, eyes glancing down at her dress, "You look extraordinary."

"Thank you," Blake chuckled, placing her hand on his arm, which Weatherby hardened at, "The funniest thing happened last night. I had a dream about you."

Both Will and Weatherby blushed at the insinuation, Will stammering at the feeling of her close making him suppress a shiver, "About me?"

Blake's hand subconsciously went to the chain around her neck, the medallion hidden in the bodice of her dress.

"Blake," Weatherby stuttered, "Is that entirely properly, or?"

The woman simply kept her eyes on Will's, the man enamored by her smile as she said, "About the day we met. Do you remember?"

"How could I forget, Miss Hopper?"

"Will, how many times must I ask you to call me Blake?" She repeated her words from the previous day, chest light with hope that he would muster the words to say her name.

Her smile only fell as Will said, "At least once more, Miss Hopper. As always."

Blake nodded disappointedly, giving her best friend a hurt purse of her lips while ignoring her uncle as he spoke.

"There. See? At least the boy has a sense of propriety," He scolded her silently as Elizabeth descended the staircase, "We really must be going."

"I don't know uncle, his words seem too beguiling. I've already heard a fable from his tongue," Blake bit back, knowing that Will had indeed been the one to craft the sword for the man she was being pushed toward.

She had helped him.

Blake bowed lightly to Will, the man seeing her hurt, "Good day, Mr. Turner."

Blake walked away from Will quickly, several people following as Elizabeth met the man's eyes. She gave him a light smile, shrugging before walking away as well.

Will quickly left the house as well, seeing Blake step into the carriage that was going to take them to Fort Charles.

He gulped, fingers twitching at his side as he whispered, "Good day... Blake."

An hour later, the said woman watched as her uncle removed the sword and scabbard from the presentation case, sliding the blade into the covering. He held it toward Norrington vertically, Blake inwardly cringing at his full dress uniform.

Her eyes remained on the ceremony as she waved her fan, whispering to Elizabeth who was beside her, "God, how long must this blasted ceremony last? I have sweat in creases there should never be sweat."

"Until the men feel proper enough to not wear wigs," Elizabeth teased, eyes on Norrington's white wig, despite having just celebrated his twenty-eighth birthday.

Blake rolled her eyes, watching as Weatherby placed a medal onto Norrington's jacket, "I can't believe I have to marry this jackass. I think it's disgusting I've known him since I was twelve, him already an adult, and now he wishes to marry me. The eight year age difference would not disgust me if it were not him."

Elizabeth was quiet for a moment, stepping closer to Blake before murmuring, "I know how hard this is... I'm so sorry. I am putting you through this."

Blake let a hand fall and grab Elizabeth's, giving it a slight squeeze, "I would do it a hundred times over again if it meant you felt safe. I know your..."

She paused, whispering quieter, "Aversion toward men. I shall secure us money and a way off the island through Commodore Norrington within the year. We will leave so your father does not make you marry a man. With or without Will."

Elizabeth curtly nodded as a loud applause from the Navy men echoed through the fort, speaking at her full tone, "What if he prioritizes children?"

"He won't have any from me," Blake faked a smile as Norrington looked toward her, speaking without moving her lips, "I'll slit his throat if he comes anywhere near me like that. Or say that I am not able to carry a child, therefore, it's lust and not allowed by the Holy book. You know the Commodore and his neediness to maintain the rules."

"Perhaps the second option is better?"

Blake pouted, "But it is not as fun."

Ten minutes after the ceremony, Blake and Elizabeth were walking through the Fort covering, the older brunette looking to her cousin.

"Are you well, Elizabeth?" Blake questioned, placing a hand on Elizabeth's pale and perspiring forehead, "You are burning up."

The woman numbly nodded, fanning herself weakly, "This dress is tight. I think Estrella tied the lacings wrong in the back."

"Then we must get home and take it off," Blake grabbed her arm, "Quickly."

"Miss Hopper?" A voice caused them to stop, Blake cursing to herself before she turned to Commodore Norrington with a false smile.

"Commodore Norrington, a great congratulations is in order for your achievement."

He smiled, "I was perhaps wondering if I may have a moment of your time?"

Blake looked to Elizabeth, widening her eyes slightly for her to tell her no. She sighed defeatedly when Elizabeth only nodded, turning slowly and walking away.

The woman turned back to the man she was meant to be courting, taking his extended hand after a moment.  She inwardly cringed at his sweaty palm, trailing her hand into the crook of his arm as he walked her away from the party, toward the parapet.

Blake waved her fan as an awkward silence overtook them, looking out toward the ocean below them. The woman frowned lightly as Norrington suddenly raised his voice, unable to focus as thoughts of if Elizabeth was okay played in her head.

"You look lovely, Blake."

She had to hold back her cringe at hearing her name roll off his tongue, inwardly despising Will for not having the courage to do so while Norrington- the man she wanted nothing to do with- did.

The said man took her attention once more as he stammered, looking out onto the water, "I apologize if I seem forward, but I must speak my mind."

Blake inwardly tried to escape the conversation, turning to see Elizabeth leaning over the wall on the other side of the parapet, forcing her eyes to narrow as Norrington continued.

"This promotion throws into sharp relief that which I have not yet achieved," He whipped back toward her quickly, making Blake do the same as though she had been looking at him the entirety of their conversation, "A marriage to a fine woman."

Blake's mouth fell slightly, realizing what he was getting at.

"You have become a fine woman, Blake," He smiled.

Blake licked her lips, movement catching her eyes from behind Norrington, whose back was toward the cerement arbor. Her eyes widened a bit as she watched Elizabeth fall forward a bit, chest heaving rapidly.

"She can't breathe," Blake whispered, lightly enough for Commodore Norrington to not hear the first word.

He mistook her words, believing she was speaking of herself as he looked back to the ocean and said, "I'm a bit nervous, myself."

Blake let out a loud gasp as she saw Elizabeth lose her balance, stumbling before she fell over the parapet.

"Fuck me!" Blake screamed, throwing her fan to the ground making Norrington turn to her in shock.

"A woman should not-" He started, eyes widening as Blake stepped onto the parapet, "Blake?"

A loud gasp left his mouth as Blake jumped after Elizabeth, the woman not having hit the water yet.

"Blake!"

The said woman crashed into the water, narrowly missing the sharp rocks nearby as a wave broke beside her.  She swam toward the top of the water, taking a sharp breath as pain spread throughout her body from the high fall.

"Lizzie!" She waded, the velvet of her dress weighing her down.

Blake struggled for a moment before ripping the dress from her body, taking a deep breath before fully submerging in the water. Her eyes burned as the salt from the water pricked at then, the woman swimming toward a blurry Elizabeth, who was falling deeper into the ocean unconsciously.

The brunette reached her cousin as her medallion floated from under her bodice causing a loud ringing that was heard underwater, the ocean bed shaking ferociously. Another set of hands suddenly came around Elizabeth and Blake looked to them, making out the body of a man.

She pointed toward the top and he nodded, both not knowing that clouds had suddenly engulfed the island of Port Royal where a storm seemingly coming out of nowhere. Blake and the unknown man grabbed onto Elizabeth, both struggling for a moment as they swam toward the top.

They reached the top of the water and Blake gasped, taking a breath as her lungs refilled.

She gripped onto Elizabeth, turning toward the man, who was adorning a bandana, "Her dress. It's too heavy."

"I like the way you think, love."

Blake and the unnamed man ripped Elizabeth's dress off, the buttons giving away easily with their combined strength. They kicked the dress away and held onto the woman as they swam, this time much more quickly.

Two Naval officers were at the dock when the pair reached them, Murtogg and Mullroy, the latter of the men putting his hand out for Blake, who had climbed the ladder first.

Exhausted and body tired, Blake turned back toward the man, hands out to grab Elizabeth with Mullroy. He handed the pair Elizabeth and they laid her on her back, Blake immediately raising her arms above her head.

Blake bent down, pressing her now cold cheek to Elizabeth's cheek and mouth.

"She's not breathing," Blake let out a small cry.

She went to tilt her head back when the unnamed man pushed past Mullroy, kneeling over Elizabeth as well, "Move."

Blake's eyes widened when he raised a knife from his waistband, watching as he slit Elizabeth's corset down the middle. He threw it as Elizabeth let out a gasp, turning toward Blake's legs and coughing up water.

"I would have never thought of that," Mullroy voiced as Blake rubbed Elizabeth's back.

"Clearly you've never been to Singapore."

Blake looked to him softly, "Thank you."

He nodded as his eyes trailed down her body, locking onto the medallion that had been exposed. He leaned over Elizabeth and grasped onto it, Blake backing away cautiously.

"Where did you get that?"

Steps were heard before Blake could answer, a blade at the unnamed man's throat after a moment.

"On your feet."

Blake looked up to see Norrington, eyes widening a bit as it looked as though the man was looming over Elizabeth and herself, both barely dressed. Blake followed suit as the man stood, Weatherby stripping off his jacket as he took Elizabeth in his arms and covered her.

"Shoot him!"

Elizabeth gasped at her father's words, "Father!"

"Commodore Norrington, do you intend on killing Elizabeth's rescuer?" Blake questioned, eyes wide, "Without him I couldn't have brought her to shore."

The man met her eyes and gave her a thankful glance, pressing his hands together in a prayer like motion. Norrington then sighed, looking back as he sheathed his sword.

"I believe thanks are in order," Norrington extended his hand.

He took it gingerly, shaking Norrington's hand before the said man's grip tightened and yanked his arm toward himself. Norrington tore back the sleeve of his shirt to reveal a 'P' brand on his inner wrist.

Blake gaped as Norrington said, "Had a brush-up with the East India Trading Company, did you, pirate?"

There was a noise of shock for a moment before a half dozen pistols were aimed at the man, who simply stood there beside Blake, the woman still dripping wet in her underclothing.

"Hang him."

"Keep your guns on him, men. Gillette, fetch some irons. Blake, darling, come here."

Blake scrunched her nose in distaste, "What? No. Pirate, or not, he jumped into treacherous water to save two women from drowning to death."

"I think you should listen to her, mate. I believe she knows what she's bloody well talking about," The man's accented voice made her turn, giving him a light smile.

He winked at her and Norrington almost growled, raising his sleeve more to reveal a tattoo of a bird flying across water.

"Well, well. Jack Sparrow, isn't it?"

Jack winced, taking his hand back, "Captain Jack Sparrow. If you please."

Norrington looked out toward the bay, meeting Jack's eyes after a moment, "I don't see your ship, Captain."

"I'm in the market, as it were," Jack told, Blake chuckling under her breath at his tone.

Murtogg nodded, "He said he'd come to commandeer one."

"I told you he was telling the truth," Mullroy scoffed, moving past Elizabeth, who was still being held and covered by Weatherby, "These are his, sir."

He passed Commodore Norrington Jack's pistol and belt, the man examining it.

"No additional shots nor powder," He noted, handing them back while he opened a compass, "A compass that doesn't point north."

Blake watched as Jack turned toward her, "Lucky compass."

"Interesting," She smirked, turning back to the man that had proposed to her who was now looking at Jack's sword.

Jack leaned toward her, making Norrington stop as she met Jack's eyes once again, "I would cover you, love, but I'm a bit tied up at the moment."

Norrington quickly unbuttoned his coat and wrapped it around Blake, growling at Jack, "She is fine. Thank you."

Jack put his hands in the air defensively, only for Norrington to say, "You are without doubt the worst pirate I've ever heard of."

"Ah, but you have heard of me," Jack hummed, raising a brow sarcastically.

Norrington reached forward and grabbed onto Jack, causing Blake to drop his coat and walk after him. Elizabeth followed, the two women on his heels.

"Commodore, I really must protest," Elizabeth voiced.

The pair watched as Gillete returned, approaching Jack with the shackles he had procured.

"Pirate or not, this man saved my life along with Blake," Elizabeth explained, "He saw two women in danger and rescued us."

"This act has to account to something," Blake tried, eyes soft to try and get Norrington to do as she asked, "Please, if not for him, then for me."

Norrington was quiet as Gillete snapped the manacles closed on Jack's wrists, only to say when he was done, "One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness."

"But it seems to be enough to condemn him," Jack muttered, making Blake nod her head and say, "For all you know, Captain Sparrow has caused cessation of slave trades."

"Yes, what if I had done that," Jack nodded excitedly, eyes wide, "Or helped a woman find her bed before joining her."

Blake turned to him with a deadpan, saying, "Captain Sparrow, I'm trying to help you."

"Enough of this," Norrington waved them off, "Don't help this man, Blake. He does not deserve your respect."

Blake hardened, jaw clenching, "Many men on this very dock do not deserve my respect, Commodore."

Norrington gave her a look of question, missing Jack's words as he said, "Finally."

Blake and Elizabeth gasped as Jack wrapped his manacle chain around their throats, their heads clashing together making them groan in pain. The Navy officers drew their pistols, as Jack went onto the other side of Elizabeth's head.

"No! No! Don't shoot," Weatherby shouted, watching as the chain pressed against the girl's throats tighter.

"I knew you'd warm up to me," Jack whispered to Elizabeth before moving to the other side of Blake.

His lips were at the shell of her ear as he said, "You're only collateral, darling. I appreciate your help, but I need to get off this bloody island."

"I understand," Blake muttered so only Elizabeth and Jack heard her, "Maybe if you make a fool of me this wanker will never marry me. His ego is disturbing."

Jack hummed and met the eyes of Norrington, whispering to Blake, "You don't fancy this man?"

"My soulmate is someone else," She grit through her teeth, "Now, please hurry this up. Breathing is rather difficult with a corset and chain around your neck."

The pirate chuckled to himself, bringing his lips to Blake's neck before saying, "Commodore Norrington, my pistol and belt, please."

Norrington hesitated for a moment, his fists balling in frustration making Jack say, "Commodore Norrington, my effects and hat, please, or I shall press my grimy, filthy lips upon Blake's neck- it is Blake, yes? Is that is okay?"

He whispered the last part, Blake simply not struggling against him and saying, "Do what you need to do, Captain. I just want to go home without him."

"Commodore!" Jack got closer to Blake's neck, the woman eerily calm.

Norrington huffed for a moment before Mullroy handed the pistol and belt to him, the man holding it out to Jack.

"Elizabeth- it is Elizabeth?"

The woman growled in anger, "Miss Swann."

"Miss Swann, if you and Blake will be so kind?" He questioned, Norrington handing Blake and Elizabeth his things, "Come, come, dear. We don't have all day."

Blake practically handed Jack his pistol, facing it toward herself with no expression. The man then turned the women around quickly, chest to chest.

"Now, you'll be very kind."

Blake simply listened, not caring and wrapping her arms around his waist to secure his belt over his hips. Elizabeth moved to put his hat on his head, Jack smirking toward Commodore Norrington as he skimmed his lips over Blake's ear.

"So, why marry him if he is not your soulmate?"

"Long conversation," Blake muttered, "Not enough time to explain in the time it takes for me to finish your belt."

As on cue, Blake finished and pulled back her arms, moving across Elizabeth's stomach making Jack grunt, "Easy on the goods, darling."

"You're despicable," Elizabeth growled. Blake rolled her eyes, "He could have done much worse, Lizzie."

"Sticks and stones, love," Jack let out a laugh, "I saved your life, you two have save mine. We're square. Now if you would be so kind to turn again?"

He moved his arms and the women turned with their backs against his chest. Jack backed them against the cargo gantry.

"Gentlemen, my ladies, you will always remember this as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow."

Jack lifted his hands and pushed Elizabeth and Blake toward the group of men. Blake landed in Norrington's chest, the man holding onto her waist tightly to keep her to him.

She grunted and pushed herself off him, watching as Jack grabbed a rope and pulled a belaying pin free. A counterweight dropped and Jack was suddenly lifted into the middle of the gantry, the man grabbing a second rope.

Blake laughed as a cannon broke the dock, several officers falling into the water.

She looked to Elizabeth, who was being held by Weatherby Swann.

"This is the best thing to happen to Port Royal in the history of this town."

♚

AN: Blake and Jack's friendship is going to be amazing.