"I'm wet, I'm tired, I'm stuck on this island, how do you think I feel!" Caley spat at her crew.

"Well miss, we was wondering' if yas was hurt," Tanley said, going over to her.

"Not hurt," she said in a mellow voice. "Not physically anyway. I'm sorry I got you guys stuck here too." Her head was bowed, making her cappuccino colored hair fall onto the sides of her face.

"That's alrigh' Captain," Josh said, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"No, it's not... They say that women pirates are not as good as men. I wanted ta prove 'em wrong; I guess I really didn't."

"Nonsense!" Gil snapped. "you are the best Captain I've ever sailed under. You know your ship, you know your crew, and mostly, you know yourself. I can say that other Captains don't know what they can do and can't do, but you do. You realize you have limits, and know everyone else's, making you a great Captain."

Caley blushed at this, her Caribbean blue eyes coming to meet Gil's green ones. "Well then!" she said, standing up. "Malcolm and Simon, I want the steps around this island. If it is more than... oh say, 800, come back. Kaden and John, scout the forest area, see if there are any animals. Sam and Smithy, go look for fresh water. Don't give me that look, you will work together- get used to it too! The rest of you, scout for ships. See any, tell me."

"And what will you be doin'?" Gil asked.

"Oh, I donno... tanning? I got pretty white over the winter." They all laughed, knowing that their Captain was going to be breathing down there necks, doing most of their work instead them.

They didn't move after her little speech. "Halloo!" she said, waving her arms wildly. "I can say it in 6 different languages if you want!" The crew hopped to their jobs.

After an hour, Caley sat down, cursing something about 'Bloody pirates can't tell if water is salty!'

"Cap'n!" Tanley called, running over a sand dune.

"Aye?" she said, getting up, her boots finally dry.

"Ship, Cap'n!"

She smiled. "Good work, men. Let's get off this rock, which, I would love to add, is only 134 steps around! Not too big at all."

Caley followed the members over to the beach.

"Oi!" she heard someone yelled from the rowboat that was coming towards them. "Who be you?"

"Captain Caley," she shouted, going into the water, tossing her boots behind her carelessly.

"Captain? Ye but a young girl," he called back, coming closer to the shore.

"And who be you?" she asked, helping the man, who was wearing a hat low over his face, with the small boat.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, at your service," he said, sweeping his hat off and bowing.

"Sparrow," she repeated numbly.

"Aye," he said, shoving his hat back onto his head. "Ye got your whole crew here?"

Caley cast her eyes down, trying to comprehend everything.

"Nay, a few were taken prisoner, most killed. I have the rest, eleven of 'em, here. Sparrow..." she pondered.

"That's me name," he said, sitting on the beach. "I've been on this island before, twice. Great to be here again. You found the rum yet?" he asked, throwing a boot away from where he was trying to lay down.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, strange... I always pictured us meet when I was on my ship, blasting holes in yours," she said, making wild hand gestures. "Then I would swing over to the Pearl and stab you in the heart."

"You have some anger issues, don't ye?"

"Oh, no!" she said, plopping down next to Jack. "I just pictured father and daughter meeting under different circumstances."