Its Better This Way

This is my first POTC fic and only my 3rd one in all of ever so be nice ok? I'm sorry if it sucks real bad but y'all can always review and tell me what sucks about it. =]


26 year old Nicki Rules growled as she slammed her fist against the brick wall of her jail cell, pissed off that she was going to be in there for another 7 years.


'Its not like i never been in here before but ...7 years...ain't gonna happen.' She thought bitterly as she gave her so called 'lawyer' a death glare.


“No need to get angry Miss Rules, its just that...well, i mean....you did rob that bank and-” The 'lawyer' started only to be cut of by Nicki.


“Look pal, if you can't get me that fuck outta this shit hole then i suggest you leave. Right now. Where its safe. You don't wanna stay in here...with me... Less you wanna broken nose of course, in witch case, be my guest.” She smiled sweetly at her lawyer as he bolted out of the room.


“Ah, the simple pleasures in life.” She mumbled as she got up from the table she was sitting at and walked up to the cell doors. “Hey! Don't i get a phone call! Its been 6 hours!” She yelled and soon after a guy showed up and unlocked the doors.


“This way.” He lead her to the phones and after a while of waiting it was her turn. She punched in a number she knew all to well and listened for an answer.


“Yellow?” Came a female voice.


“Hiya chica. Guess what happened to me today?” Nicki smiled even though she had every reason not to.


“Um...you got laid?” The girl laughed.


“Oh your a hoot. Nope, I gots arrested! Ain't it great! Yea, guess old inky butt still has a grudge, seein as he decided my fate pretty quick. Guess how long i got?”


“Oh no! Nicki! What did you do this time? How long did you get? Are you ok?” The girl asked all at once.


“Calm down Mickie. I'm fine. I robbed a bank but its not what you think. And i got 7 years. Yup. 7 whole fuckin years.” Nicki laughed.


“Well if i didn't know better, I'd say you were happy about it?” The girl now known as Mickie questioned.


“Hell no! I'm just not that pissed. Anywoo i need you to bring me my bag. You know, the one filled with all my jail bird shit?”


“Yea, i know the one. I'll be down in about an hour or so....your gonna be ok right?” Mickie asked.


“Mick..its me we're talkin bout here! Not some prissy brat ok? I'll be fine. I already scared the shit out of my so called lawyer.” Nicki said with a slight laugh.


“Niiice., Alright. I'm on my way. Don't kill anyone. Love you, Bye.”


“No promises, love you too.” Nicki said before hanging up and being taken back to her cell. About half an hour later a girl with black and blonde hair showed up with a huge black bag over her shoulder.


“I hope you know what your doing and don't think for a minute that i don't. I know what your gonna do because i know you. Just don't fuck up alright?” Mickie smiled at Nicki's shocked face.


“C'mon now! If you did know me so damn well then you'd know i don't fuck up. Anything. Ever.” Nicki replied, taking her things from Mickie.


“Yes, but you are only human after all. I gotta get going. Kids will be home soon. I'll see you...when i see you.” Mickie said, knowing she probably wasn't going to see her friend for a very long time.


“Thanks mick. You know i love you right?” Mickie smiled and hugged her best friend as much as she could with the cell door bars in the way. “Yes, and i love you. Good bye Nicki.” The older woman said with tears in her eyes as she walked away.


Nicki sighed as she watched her best friend walk away. They'd do this a lot. Every time she'd get in trouble, Mickie was always there. Every time she needed to disappear for a while Mickie was always the first to open the doors for her.


She let a tear roll down her face as she thought about how she could never repay her best friend, because she wasn't going to come back this time..


She took a deep breath as she sat down on the crappy bed and waited for nightfall..


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Nicki some how made it outside without being caught and was now ducking down in a corner as a guard past by her. (Shut up. I don't feel like writing how she got out. Lol)


He walked past and she decided to make a run for it, witch turned out to me a bad idea since there was more guards then she thought and she had her heavy bag.


She heard someone shout out that she escaped and she began to run faster. She ran for what seemed like forever. Faster and faster until her legs felt like jello. She found a small ditch behind a huge tree and a bunch of rocks. She fell down there and rested for a few minutes.


She put a small distance between herself and the jail so she wasn't in to much trouble...yet. After about 3 minutes she got up and made a break for the train station near by.


She heard a dog barking and knew she was fucked. She ran as fast as her small legs could take her and sooner rather then later she came to the train tracks.

“Oh thank god.” She mumbled as she hopped up a moving train and hide in the shadows. All of a sudden she couldn't move her arms or legs, her body just went limp on her.


The next thing she knew she was asleep with one arm wrapped around her bag and the other resting over her rib cage.


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Nicki woke up to the sound of people yelling all around her and the strong smell of salt water. She didn't want to open her eyes just yet so she took a moment to think.


Not a good i idea.


As soon as she remembered the night before her eyes shot open and her body jolted upright into a sitting position. She winced as the bright sun light hit her eyes and her arm shot up to cover them.


As soon as she could she opened her eyes but they instantly went wide at what she saw.


Nothing. Nothing but endless blueness. Endless Water. She growled at the sight of it and was about to get up and freak out but she heard someone coming.


She ducked under the crates she was already behind and listened to what was going on around her.


"Alright Gibbs, you win. just leave mah'alone will ya?" She heard a rather familiar voice say.


"Thank'ye cap'n. I'll go tell tha'crew." With that she heard foot steps walking away.


She figured it was safe to look now so she popped her head up only to come face to face with someone.


Taking in his appearance, she memorize every little thing about him. The red bandanna tied around his mass of long dark hair filled with beads, braids, dreads, and miscellaneous odds-and-ends.


She trailed her eyes down to his dark eyes staring back at her and she decided not to linger there for too long or she feels she’ll never be able to look away.


His chin has two separate braids hanging from it and she can see a flash of gold teeth from the way he’s grinning at her.


Traveling further down, she can’t help but notice the amount of skin showing where his loose white shirt is unbuttoned.


"Would you like me ta stand up for ya, luv? Get the full picture?" He asked, a smirk playing perfectly a crossed his face.


"No, thats ok. I think i can do without. But thank you so much for offering." She mumbled.


"If ye say so, luv. Mind coming outta ther'so i can getta better look at ya?" He smiled and she rolled her eyes but did as told. '.. i must be on some stupid TV show..' She thought bitterly.


She noticed his eyes darken as he looked her up and down a few times. She blushed and look down at herself. 'I guess ACDC hoodies, ripped up jeans, studded belts and combat boots don't go with the whole "pirate" theme...' She thought with a slight laugh.


"You know, i dun take to kindly to stow aways....'owever in'yer case I'd say t'was more of'a blesssin.” He grinned at her.


“Oh, come off it! The whole pirate thing is getting a little old don't cha think? Where am i? Is this some stupid TV show?” She snapped.


“What are'ye talkin bout, luv? What in Davie Jones locker is a TV? ” He questioned.


She growled and balled up her fists at her side, ready to punch the hell out of this loser. "Look, I just want to know where i am. And why I'm here for that matter...and who the hell you are!" She muttered.


"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, but I'd like'ta be knowing who you are, luv. And why ya be on my ship."


"Yea...right...your Jack Sparrow...and I'm a high priced hooker." She mumbled and Jack raised his eye brows suggestively.


She growled again and he laughed a bit. "Alright, luv. Why don't ye believe that I'm who i say i am?"


"Because, Jack Sparrow isn't real! Hes the star in my favorite movie! Played by thee Johnny Depp. Your just some guy in a costume...on a ship...that looks exactly like the black pearl...in the middle of the ocean..." She trailed off and looked around.


"WHY AM I OUT ON THE OCEAN!?!?!?" She yelled as she looked out at the sea, remembering that she forgot to freak out.


"HELL NO!!! HOW THE FUCK AM I HERE!?!?!?!?!?!" She yelled again only this time Jack cupped his hand around her mouth to shut her up.


"Look, lass, unless you wanna be ogled at by me crew, I'd suggest you keep your pretty lil mouth shut, savvy?"


She grabbed his arm and twisted his wrist back as she moved to stand behind him. "And if you wanna keep your hand, I'd suggest you keep it off of me, savvy?" She growled out.


Jack laughed despite himself and in turn got a painful yank at his wrist.


"Alight, luv! No need for that now." She slowly let go and Jack brought his sore wrist up to his chest and rubbed it with his other hand.


"Yer a fiery one, ya are. I like that.." He smirked. She rolled her eyes and picked up her huge black bag.


"What in the 'ell do ye have in dat monster? Bricks?" Jacks eyes widened.


"Stuff. Now are you gonna tell me your name?" She replied, not looking at him but out at the ocean.


"Are ye tipsy? I already told ya! And ye have yet to tell me yer name, luv." He smiled.


"I mean your REAL name and stop calling me luv!" She snapped, still not looking at him. Her face was blank as she stared out at the ocean, something Jack didn't miss.


"Then what would ye have me call ya then? I dun know yer name.."


"And your never going to." She cut him off. "Look, you really think I'm going to believe that your Jack freakin Sparrow? Get a life buddy."


"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow and yes, i be expectin ye to believe me. Now as fer yer name, i be expectin ye to be telling me that also."


"Well i guess that sucks for you then." She mumbled. "Do you have like a phone or something i can use?" She asked as she turned to look at him.


"Ther' ye go again, with yer crazy talk, luv. Really. What in tha 'ell is a foone?" Jack asked with raise eyebrows, making her roll her eyes and chuckle lightly at his stupid way of saying "phone".


'Really now, whats this guys deal? Drop the act already! god!' She thought.


After a few more minutes of talking to him and seeing he was about as stubborn as a brick wall she deiced to gave him the benefit of the doubt.


"Alight "Jack" what will i be doing to earn my right on your ship?" She asked, half sarcastically.


"Its Cap'n. Cap'n Jack and what can ye do? Can ye cook? The cook we have is a bit.." She cut him off.


"I can't even poor a glass of OJ without it bursting into flames but I can cook better then a drunk." She smiled.


"Aye. Can ye do anything else, luv?" He wiggled his eyebrows a bit with a smirk.


"Not what your thinking. My dad was a fishermen and he alway took me with him on trips so i know a few things...but i haven't been on a boat since..i was like 10." She muttered.


'Why am i talking this guy that? I don't know him! what the hell is wrong with me! I'm actually started to bye this crap! Guk, must me the fumes from the salt water' She thought.


"Alright then lass, long as ye have yer sea legs."


"GIBBS!!!!" He yelled suddenly, making her jump. Gibbs appeared a few seconds later and glared at her, she glared right back and soon he was turning away to look at Jack.


"Whos this cap'n?" He asked, eye balling her again. "Stow away. She wont tell mah 'er name. Show 'er to mah cabin." Jack said and walked away.


"Hey! I don't wanna go to your friggin cabin Jack!! JACK!! DAMNIT!!" She yelled after him but he ignored her.


After a good fight and a few more men helping Gibbs, she was thrown rather roughly into Jacks room and locked in.


"ARUGH!" She punched the wall with her bad hand and winced. "Dammit i know it was stupid to punch that brick wall." She muttered with a sigh.


She rolled her eyes when she heard Jack barking out orders upstairs and decided to look around.


To her right there were some cabinets and cupboards with a table standing beside.


Empty bottles lay scattered on the floor in random areas throughout the whole room, she counted around seven empty and maybe four filled.


Thankfully she notice a long mirror with a shirt draped over it, standing in the corner across from the bed, and made a mental note to check out how disheveled she looked later.


'What the hell is going on?! They can't be real pirates! Argh! All this thinking is making my brain hurt! Screw it! Imma just play along. For now anyways. Least till i know what the hell is going on.' She thought with a sigh.


"What have i gotten myself into now?"