A/N: This takes place between chapters 3 and 4 of Blood is Thicker Than Rum.

I spend my time wandering-unsteadily at best, about the ship. My father, although not completely opposed to having a woman on his ship, (probably because he knows Ana Maria could-and would have his head for such.) He doesn't have much use for me as part of his crew. I don't want to seem lazy so I busy myself with keeping our quarters clean-well as clean as possible on a pirate ship. He doesn't say anything to me, though his actions are quite charitable. He gave me a small section of his own quarters. Hell, he took me along with him. Though I can't imagine anyone entertaining the idea of leaving a young girl on an island of hungry cannibals.

I'm not surprised by my father's lack of affection towards me. It can't be easy learning you have a daughter by a woman you haven't seen in fourteen years. I wonder what went through his head when we met. Or what he thinks of me now. It's only been a few days and he's spent all of them hiding from me it seems. With the exception of dinner my first night aboard we haven't spent any time together. Not that I was expecting him to go out of his way to get to know me. I guess I had been hoping for more than the awkward stolen glances we share. That's it. That is the extent of our acknowledgement of each other's existence. It's pathetic.