Disclaimer: I, of course, do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. I do, however, own Genesis and Rosalyn, though they will never, ever, admit it.

Author's Note: This story is the sequel to Destinations: Really Bad Eggs. So do read that first, else much of this won't make sense. Especially the fact that these two strange women are aboard the Pearl. XD

Destinations: What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor?

Chapter One: Seven Seas of Rhye

The sun was burning a shimmering trail across the calm waters as it sank beneath the horizon, lighting up the sky with vivid tangerine and shocking pinks that bled into the deep indigo of the oncoming night. A single star sparked in the east, winking down on the lone dark shape breaking the monotony of the gently rocking sea. The events taking place upon said shape, however, were anything but calm and serene.

A lone shot exploded from the deck of the Black Pearl, echoing over the whoops, hollers, and songs of its crew. Marty the dwarf danced a small jig as he held his still-smoking pistol in the air, joined in his dancing by much of the Pearl crew. Two new additions included.

Genesis Wolfe, better known as Genesis Morgan to her present company, was currently Cotton's dancing partner, though neither party seemed to know exactly what type of dance they were performing nor how to do it. The brunette laughed heartily with the older man as he spun her around with a certain lack of finesse, causing her to tumble backward into Duncan, the ship's carpenter. After a brief moment of tenseness, Genesis realized that her new dance partner was the rather quiet, soft-spoken pirate. She gave him a broad smile and pulled him to the center of the circle to dance next to the other newest member of the Pearl family.

Rosalyn O'Brien was also dancing with the crew, though it took a bit of coaxing from Genesis and a bit more coaxing with alcohol from the crew to get her to do so. Half a bottle of fine tequila later, and Rosalyn was kicking up her heels with the best of them, still wearing her corset-and-bloomers ensemble from the day's earlier events. Roz found herself snatched suddenly from behind, glancing around dizzily to see that it was Genesis, and gave her best friend a rare hug. It was evident that the alcohol had that effect on her; the two girls were rarely so affectionate.

Near the helm, seated on two barrels, were two darker figures, the lamps' lights just barely casting flickering orange shapes across their faces. The ship's first mate, Joshamee Gibbs, watched the two young women dancing with the rest of the crew, eyes narrowed slightly. "Still not quite sure I'm comfortable with three women aboard, Cap'n," he said. "S'more trouble than what seems necessary."

The captain, seated next to him with his leather tricorn hat pulled low over his eyes as he dozed slightly, shifted a bit, a smirk tugging at one side of his mouth. "Aye, Mister Gibbs, I see your rationale," came the mocking reply. "Tell you what; I'll let you pick which one of the three goes, and…I'll let you do the honors of telling said sweet lass that she'll be left at the next port."

Gibbs' eyes swung to the scene before him. Anamaria was playing a game of dice with some of the crew members, and currently threatening to cut off one's manhood if he did not show how he'd cheated on the last round. Genesis was currently dancing, but had yet to remove the sword from her hip, nor the dagger tucked into the black velvet garter on her bare thigh. And he'd seen how Rosalyn had used that golden scepter as a staff-like weapon in the caves of Isla de Muerta; he knew little of the redhead, and wondered just how many other things she could use as an impromptu weapon. And thus, he was sufficiently silenced.

The captain's grin grew wider at his first mate's silence, and a single bejeweled finger rose, its point moving beneath the front corner of his hat and pushing it up, revealing dark, kohl-lined eyes lined in amusement. The eyes alighted on each of the three women in turn as well, as if sizing up which one he would get rid of, if made to choose.

"I can assure you that one of said fair maidens will indeed be off my ship at the next port, in fact," he suddenly said. At Gibbs' surprised look, Jack nodded towards Anamaria. "Our dear Ana is here simply to receive a ship of her own, and I'd say she's earned it. There was enough swag in the holds to buy her a small sloop, at the very least."

"Awful generous o' ye, Cap'n," Gibbs said in a suspicious tone.

Jack watched the festivities a bit longer…or tried to. Gibbs was staring at him. In that accusatory look Gibbs was so very good at. After a few seconds of attempting to ignore it, Jack sighed in exasperation. "And she threatened me again."

"With what?"

"Castration."

"Aw, that's not so bad, Cap'n," Gibbs said. "She says that t' everyone."

"Without any manner of blade."

"Ah."

The song that was being sung by the crew died away, as did the final crimson beams of the setting sun. Genesis grinned at Duncan as the shy man bowed at the waist and kissed her hand, and Rosalyn grimaced as her partner, an orange-bearded deckhand by the name of Kursar, did the same in a slightly…sloppier manner. Gen caught the face and snickered, the laugh morphing into a yawn that she hid behind the back of her hand. As usual, the yawn was contagious, and much of the crew found themselves longing for the relative comfort of their hammocks. Genesis and Rosalyn, however, found themselves at a slight disadvantage. Genesis spotted Jack, and made her way over to him with a grin still plastered on her bright, youthful face.

"Jack, I—"

A stern look.

"Captain Sparrow," she corrected with a sigh and a playful roll of the eyes. "Might I enquire as to where we might be sleeping?"

Jack looked down his nose at the young woman before him. "Expecting special treatment, Miss Morgan?"

"Oh, no, sir," she countered. "But I counted the hammocks in the crew's quarters, and there's exactly enough for the crew…not counting Rosalyn and I. Unless you have extras elsewhere, wherein Roz and I will be happy to set them up alongside the crew."

Jack looked to Gibbs for assurance that there were extra hammocks to be found. At the older man's shrug and head-shake, Jack pulled a face, looking back to the brunette before him. And then, genius struck.

"It seems as though our lodging has been filled to the brim," he said in mock-remorse. "However, there is a certain opening that you may or may not be interested in, and--"

"If it involves your quarters, I'll kick you in the head."

"Offer retracted."

By this time, Rosalyn had made her way over to the small group, overhearing a bit of the conversation. "So…where exactly will we be sleeping, oh wise leader?" she asked, tilting her head.

"My cabin."

The offer, much to everyone's surprise, did not come from Jack, but from Gibbs. The two women and the captain simultaneously turned their heads toward the first mate, faces pulled into quizzical expressions that had to have been comical from an observer. Gibbs' eyes widened, jaw slacked, and he sputtered for a moment before finally spitting out a coherent sentence.

"Not like tha', ye ninnies!" he exclaimed. Not that it helped. Genesis and Rosalyn had already fallen into a giggling fit that had Roz bent at the waist, and Genesis on the deck below, unable to remain standing under the strain of her laughter. Jack merely grinned, leaning back in a Cheshire Cat manner, eyeing Gibbs appreciatively.

"What I meant was that the lasses can have me cabin, an' I'll find other lodgin'," Gibbs explained. Genesis sobered slightly.

"Really?" she said, soothing away her chuckles and wiping the tears from her eyes. "You'd do that for us?"

"More like fer th' crew," Gibbs said in a hushed tone. "They ain't used t' havin' womenfolk around their sleepin' quarters."

"What about Anamaria?" Roz asked.

"Doesn't count," Jack muttered off-handedly.

"She's got 'er hammock set up on deck," Gibbs explained. "She gets a tad antsy in close quarters anyhow."

"Gibbs, this is really sweet of you," Gen said with a smile.

"Aye," Roz said. "Y'know, you keep up the cute stuff, we may be tempted to invite you back into the cabin, if you know what I mean."

Gibbs flushed a ruddy pink, though it seemed his embarrassment at the tease was coupled with an undercurrent of approval at the idea. He shrugged. "Makes more sense this way, given the two bunks in it," he said. "Shame t' keep it all t' meself when I'd rather be with th' crew anyhow."

There was a moment of silence, in which the two women glanced at each other with large smiles. Gibbs paled. "Whate'er yer plannin', don't."

"Too late," Gen said, and the pair leapt at Gibbs, arms encircling his neck and shoulders as they took him down on the other side of the barrel in a tackling hug.

"Oh, Gibbsy," Roz crooned. "You're the bestest first mate ever."

"If I ever have a first mate," Gen tittered, "I want him to be just like you."

"Ah, get off, ye silly twits!" Gibbs said, though the command was joined by a bit of laughter on his part. The women climbed off of him and scampered off, disappearing around the corner in pursuit of their new living quarters. Jack watched them as Gibbs climbed back onto his barrel.

"Those lasses…are made for trouble."

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The cabin was certainly nothing special. It was, perhaps, eight feet by ten, if that, and the only furniture currently occupying it was the two-tiered bunks and a shabby table. Hardly a four-star accommodation, but considering that the alternative was sleeping on the damp floor of the crews' quarters with their crewmates dangling precariously overhead, they were very grateful for Gibbs' sacrifice. The room was relatively quiet now, with the exception of the constant, muffled creaking of the ship. And the exception of Rosalyn.

"Gen?"

"Yeah?"

"What's happening?"

Genesis was silent for a moment, merely staring at the darkness above her, unable to see the bottom of the upper bunk despite it being only four feet from her face. She and Rosalyn had gone to bed over a half hour ago, and she had yet to sleep. Too much was running through her mind. And it was apparent by Rosalyn's question that the same thing had been happening in the bunk above.

"I don't know," Gen said honestly.

"I mean…shouldn't we have gone back?" Roz asked. "The movie's over. I thought we'd go back at the end."

"I know," Gen said, scowling into the darkness. "I don't get it."

A moment of silence. "What if…what if they made a sequel?" Roz asked suddenly. "I mean…the movie was a blockbuster smash…and it's Disney…"

"Eff," was the only reply from below.

There was silence for a while longer; long enough for one of them to fall asleep. Neither did.

"We just need to wait it out," Gen said finally. "I mean…that's all we can do, right?"

"I guess…"

"Roz," Gen said quietly. "I promise I'll find a way to get us back. There's got to be a way. And if there is, I'll find it."

"…I know."