So I just got my computer up and running and found a few old stories that got started and never completed. Thought I'd try and finish 'em up. I havn't written in a long while, so I'm rusty as it is, and I havn't heard pirate speak since before that, so sorry in advance if this isnt the best. Enjoy anyways!

Anamaria stood at the helm of the Black Pearl, a smile gracing her lips as the wind blew her hair about her face. They had set sail from Tortuga two days prior and she couldn't say she missed it. True, there was a subtle charm to the island that drew you to it, but one could only take so much of the drunkards and loose women, before the ocean easily claimed you again.

It was a good day for sailing, she decided. The waters were calm and a strong wind was continuous, making for an easy journey. Though where they were headed was anybody's guess. Jack had never had his head screwed on quite right, and all the adventures as of late weren't exactly helping matters any. But as Gibbs was fond of saying "Jack be Jack. Ain't nothin' be changin' that." And it wasn't as if being on the waters was such a horrible thing.

A shout brought her out of her musings, and she saw a portly man waving a bottle angrily at a fellow crewman. "Think of the devil..." She watched as the man was thoroughly scolded before he scampered off, no doubt set to do some tedious task that had no business being done.

Gibbs looked around, scowling and muttering to himself, before he fixed his gaze on her and started to make his way over. "Why are you still at the helm?"

"You want the ship to steer itself?"

"You were supposed to be relieved over an hour ago."

"Yeah? Well, you know pirates," she shrugged. "Can't trust 'em for nothin."

He moved her aside to take her spot. "Go get some rest. Jack will have my hide if he sees you still here."

"Like he would notice. Where is he anyway? Haven't seen him for hours."

Gibbs just shrugged and looked out at the waters. "Who knows, but he better show face soon. Crews gettin' lazy while he's gone."

"Hm." Anamaria gave one last look around before shrugging and turned to walk away.

"Oi! Do me a favor will ya? Nip me a bottle from down below?"

She laughed and waved her hand without turning back around, heading towards the cargo hold. "You owe me."

He leaned against the wheel, "Nah. The way I see it, we'd be even."

"Yeah, yeah." She made her way down below, working her way over to where she knew the extra rum was stashed. "Empty, empty, empty...ah! here we go- oh nope, empty." She sighed and put back yet another empty bottle, before finally finding one with a few drinks left in it. "Looks like we're gonna be makin' port soon."

She gripped the bottle and turned to make her way back up top, when she heard it. A faint scuffling and soft bumps. Frowning, she made her way towards the back. "There better not be any bloody rats down here, or I swear-"

"Jack! I said not yet!"

"Well, come on then! Hurry it up! This isn't gonna stay hard forever!"

She stopped dead and her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. Will was on his hands and knees with Jack kneeling behind him, half laying on top of him.

She stumbled back and the noise alerted the two men to her presence. They both looked up, and scrambled to their feet, hastily righting themselves, both trying to talk over the other.

"This isn't what it looks like!"
"He was teaching me how to-"
"And then he was all "It works better like this" and then-"
"I TOLD him to not to overextend-"

"Right then." Anamaria just shook her head and headed back towards the stairs, finishing off the bottle in a daze and setting it back on the shelf as she made her way back up to the deck, leaving the two men sputtering behind her.

"Oi! Where's my drink?"

"Get it yourself. I'm not going back down THERE again."

Gibbs shook his head and scoffed. "Women."