I sat on the edge of the dock, sticking my feet in the cool water. I stared into its deep depths and watched the sunlight reflect into the eyes of the sailors, captains, and fisherman. It was an amusing site to see them rubbing their eyes in agony.

"Hey you! Girl!" I heard the Dock master call. I had been found, time for me to go. "No loitering on the dock!" I stood up, straight and tall.

"Of course sir," I said, "Please excuse me." Then walked off. The crowds bustled around me, I saw the blacksmith, Will Turner, watching the Governor's carriage driving away. What a helpless boy. Not that I was older than him...he was just helpless.

I knew my dad had stolen some boat or another, so he could come back to Port Royal today. He always came when he said he would, even if it meant stealing. He was a pirate, how could he not? Chances were, though, I wouldn't see him until much later tonight.

Since Will Turner wasn't at the blacksmith shop, I thought I would go and hang around there for a little while. Old Brown was sure to be asleep or drunk, or both. It was easy to hide there, because no one ever looked up. I turned towards the shop and headed on my way. As I had guessed, Brown was asleep, with a bottle in his hand.

I climbed up to the lofts and made a bed out of a couple of haystacks. I hadn't slept at all last night, as I was doing a little nighttime pocketing. Dad never brought anything worth selling back, so I had to my best on my own. He brought some stuff that was valuable to me, a scrap of cloth, ribbon, or a new hat. But nothing anyone would ever buy.

I fell into a peaceful sleep on my haystacks...until that blasted donkey started hee-hawing. I jumped up and nearly fell out of the loft. There was Will, getting it to shut up. Something seemed a little wrong though, like there was someone else in the shop. And there was a familiar hat laying on the anvil.

He was back.