Disclaimer: I own nothing exept the plot (which I'm sure has been done before), Captain Andrews and any original characters.

Authors note: I'm going to try to steer away from making my OC a Mary Sue and so I will be keeping a check on that, we'll see how it goes, eh?. And the title may change, cos i thinks its not really the best one at the moment

It's Captain to you, Savvy?

Chapter One

Eavesdropping leads to interesting conclusions

Upon entering 'The Faithful Bride' Jack Sparrow settled himself and his rum at one of the few empty tables left in the overcrowded tavern. He gulped down his rum, feeling contented with himself.

It had been a good couple of weeks. Very good indeed as a matter of fact. The number of well stocked merchant ships that had happened to come into contact with the Pearl could be considered nothing short of incredibly good luck and the narrow escapes he and his crew had made from the British Navy, although most certainly dangerous at the time, had to be congratulated. Not to mention, Jack thought with a self-satisfied chuckle the two very good looking wenches who had met him and bedded him at Port Nandos.

Yes, Captain Jack Sparrow was a very happy man. From his tricorn hat right down to the tips of his very suave looking boots.

So Sparrow got comfy in his chair and settled in to bask in his glory as the best captain ever, get wonderfully drunk and eavesdrop.

Eavesdropping was a skill most pirates were accustomed to and a man of Sparrow's stature knew how important it was, as you never knew when you could hear something crucial that could be of the most benefit to you.

So far the captain had tuned into a number of different conversations, none of them as of yet making him prick up his ears and jump out of his seat.

A rather tired looking crew to the left of him were debated how they could step up their reputation as 'fierce' pirates and all of them seemed to have opposing ideas. Jack smirked.As their captain resembled a ten year old version of the Turner lad this crew really had no hope.

Behind him he could hear snatches of a heated argument between the bar wench and a slightly intoxicated fellow who thought he did not owe her any money for the thirteen mugs of rum he had consumed.

To his right, a group of rowdy gentlemen were having a disagreement about..well Jack assumed it was about whether a certain pirate was man or woman.

'Stupid bloody thing to argue about' Jack muttered but listened in all the same.

'I tell ye, Captain Andrews is a man' one of the men argued. 'Do you know what he's done in his lifetime. Escaped the dungeons of her Majesty herself, stole from the King of Spain, right under his nose. No woman could do that'

'But that the mystery of it, ye see. Andrews is a woman and still is one o' the best pirates 'round here parts' another man shot back 'Said to be cunning, fierce and with a formidable temper to boot. I tell ye, if ye get on her bad side ye ain't got long for the world'

Unable to contain his curiosity any longer Jack moved to the only spare seat at the table. Woman or man, he was interested in this Captain Andrews. One of the best pirates around here, they had said. Everyone knew he, Captain Jack Sparrow was the best (well, everyone worth knowing anyway).

''ello gents' grinned Jack, getting their attention 'Captain Jack Sparrow, I'm sure ye have heard of me'

There were murmurs of assent from around the table and, Jack was pleased to see a few awe struck glances.

'Care to tell me more about Cap'n Andrews. Seems a dreadfully exciting tale' Sparrow gestured so wildly to emphasis how 'dreadfully exciting' the tale was that he knocked over the rum of the man next to him.

Signalling for another one, Jack urged the storytellers on.

'Well, can't say I know much' started one 'But everyone knows ye don't cross him-'

'Her' interrupted the one Jack inwardly dubbed as the feminist

'As I was saying' the first man continued, looking slightly put out 'Ye don' cross Andrews or as they say, it'll be the last thing ye do'

'Interesting' said Jack, nodding his head slowly.

In truth Jack did not find any of this all that interesting. This was a captain fond of killing those he didn't like, nothing out of the ordinary about that.

He was just about to give up on finding any useful information from these men when one of the men spoke up again.

'An' he has the map to the Blood Stone treasure'

'What'd ye say'

'Well, jus' that apparently Andrew has the map to the swag of the famed ship The Blood Stone' answered the man, a little startled at Jacks rather forceful question

'Is that so?' Jack could feel a plan formulating, which was not surprising because, contrary to popular belief Captain Sparrow was rarely without a plan.

'And do ye know, my dear, dear men where one would find Cap'n Andrews?'

Sadly Jack's plan had hit a slight snag, as apparently no one knew where Andrews was, as apparently he (or she) could be quite elusive at times.

'Well, my thanks to ye, men' said Jack, standing 'It's been most... enlightening

The men at once went back to their drinking and Sparrow made his way out of the tavern, into the rowdy street

'I'll be taking note of tha' one' he said, glancing at the tavern door before calling it a night.

Author note: I don't know whether that turned out how i wanted-but tell me if you like it and we'll see what happens

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