This is my first attempt at a PotC fanfic so please if you're gonna flame make it constructive K?

The waters of the Caribbean slapped against the side of the fastest ship to ever sail across them. Over the water the wind carried a young voice.

"Yo ho yo ho a pirates life for me."

"Marina!"

"Aye Jack?" she called back from the crow's nest. Her auburn, sun- highlighted hair sliding over her shoulder to hang forward and frame her face.

"Captain! Its Captain, love," Jack called back from the deck.

"Aye Captain then," Marina called down.

"Come on down. Your shift is done."

"Aye Captain!" she called down.

Marina's head disappeared. A dainty, tanned hand reached out and grabbed a rope that hung loose next to the crow's nest. The rope was pulled close and Marina appeared on the rail. She twisted the rope around her left leg and she rapped the rope another two times around her right arm. She jumped off the side of the nest and swung down to land in front of Jack.

"You know, love, one day you're gonna break your neck doing that."

"If you say so Captain," Marina laughed.

Jack loved her laugh. It was musical. Whenever Marina laughed, Jack felt the happiness that, until then he only felt when he was sailing the Pearl. He also loved to watch her laugh. When she did, her smile what beautiful and she closed her eyes in joy. Those, Jack must have thought a million times since seeing her, were her most feature. They were a turquoise that could only be matched by the clear waters of the Caribbean Sea. Marina's hair hung down to her petite waist and held only the slightest hint of a curl at the tips.

Jack had found Marina locked in one of the smallest, darkest cells in the Pearls hull. She seemed to have been taken by Barbossa and his crew had treated her, and Jack didn't press the matter. Once Jack had gained her trust she quickly learned how the Pearl was run, and she eagerly joined the crew. Now a year later she was one of the best members he had.

"So Captain," Marina said. "Any more orders for me today?"

"No. You spent almost the entire bloody day up in the nest."

"Sorry," Marina said as she ducked her head a little.

"No, love. It's not a bad thing. Its just you seem to watch the sea a lot."

"Yeah... I guess I do. I can't help it. The sea... well... I guess you could say it calls to me."

"Aye. It calls to all of us," Jack replied with a grin.

"I s'pose so. We are all out here," Marina said, more out loud to herself than to Jack.

"Well, its about time for dinner so if you are gonna clean up, you might wanna do it now," Jack said, knowing that Marina was thinking the same thing.

"You're right, Captain. Thank you."

Jack smiled at her; but that was soon replaced will a look of confusion. Marina was pulling her boots off. Next she rolled her pants up above her knees. Then, to Jack's utter disbelief, she pulled her shirt off, reviling a blue band that wound around her chest, covering, though just barley, enough.

"Err...Marina, love, what do you think you're doing?" Jack questioned as Marina climbed onto the rail of the ship.

"Cleaning off, Captain," Marina replied before diving over the edge of the Pearl.

"Man over board!" Jack called, not taking his eyes off the spot where Marina had entered the water.

The rest of the crew stopped their tasks momentarily and Ana-Maria called, "Who be it Captain?"

"Marina! Quick! She hasn't surfaced!"

Not moving the crew looked back at Ana-Maria.

"Captain. She does it all the time. 'Tis be how she cleans off when the fresh water rations are low. She'll call to us when she's done."

As if to confirm what Ana had said, Marina's head popped out from under the water.

"Mr. Cotton! Ca you throw down a rope?" she called as she treaded water.

The mute pirate answered her request and she climbed back aboard the ship. As she came over the rail, Jack could not help but notice that she was evenly tanned on her whole upper body. She did not have the tan lines that Ana-Maria had from the short sleeve or the tank top style that she wore. (I know they probably didn't call them that but work with me plz?")

Sensing Jack's eyes on her, Marina looked at him with her turquoise eyes as she wrung out her hair.

"Captain?"

"Do you run around my ship dressed like that?!"

"Only when it's really hot or I'm getting ready to swim. Is that a problem?"

"Does it distract my crew?" Jack asked with a serious face.

"Um..." She looked around at the crew, none of whom seemed to be paying any attention. "No."

"Well then!" Jack smiled roguishly. "Nobody should mind."

She smiled flirtatiously and walked slowly over to Jack.

"Aye Captain. Nobody minds, but they don't watch me nearly as closely as you are."

"You are part of my crew. I'm entitled to know what's going on, on my ship."

"You're right, Captain. You do have the right to know what's going on on your ship," Marina said, getting very close to Jack.

Marina had moved so close to Jack that he could see the salt from the ocean beginning to dry in her hair. She smiled and Jack noticed, for not the first time, her eyes seemed to glisten, the turquoise shifting slightly like a wave on the ocean. Jack was enchanted by those eyes. They hypnotized him just as the waters he sailed on.

"So my attire is acceptable?"

"Only under those conditions, love," Jack said. "And a specific other. But until then, put a shirt back on."

"Anythin' you say, Captain," Marina said as she stepped even closer to Jack, their lips almost touching. "Only... could you get off my shirt so I can put it on?"

Jack stepped back and looked around slightly flustered, but covering it quite well. He saw that every crewmember was staring directly at him and Marina.

"What are you lookin at! Back to work. We want in port by 2 days!" Jack called.

As soon as the words left his mouth, jacks crew began their tasks. Then Jack turned back to face Marina who, in his attention's absence, had put her shirt back on and was in the process of braiding her hair.

"Well, Captain, see you ate dinner," she smiled brightly and skipped her way below deck.

Jack watched her hair swing back and forth down her back. 'She always gets giddy like that after a swim. I wonder what it is about the ocean that gets her that way,' Jack thought to himself. Unknown to him, Marina was questioning herself about the same thing. 'Why do I feel so happy when I'm so close to the water.'

"Ana? You awake?" Marina asked later that night when she and Ana had returned to their small bunk.

Jack had dedicated a small portion of the cargo area for the two women. It had taken both Ana-Maria and Marina more that a little time to persuade Jack to allow this, but eventually he gave into logic. Of course, when telling the crew they were going to have to add the extra wall in the Pearl it was his idea.

"Aye. What is it 'Rina?" Ana asked in a sleepy voice.

"Well you know I'm gonna be 18 in two days."

"Aye?"

"Well now I'm not a minor. I wanna go into Tortuga with you. I wanna get a tattoo to to show that I'm parta the crew Pearl.

"I dunno if Jack'll allow that 'Rina. He's grown quite attached to you. He won't wanna risk loosing you."

"I'm not gonna leave the Pearl. I couldn't. Jack, you, the crew, you're all family now. I just want everyone to know I'm a pirate sailing under the best captain on the most feared ship in the Caribbean."

"Then I'll talk to Jack for you."

"Thanks Ana. See you in the morning."

"G'night."

Both women rolled to face away from each other and fell asleep.