Robbie sat at the bar stool, sipping his glass of water. No rum for minors at this bar. Shoot. Normally, he would have just gone to another bar. But, according to the Captain, this was the only bar Allen would go to. Robbie groaned, and looked around the nearly empty bar. The only other people there was a drunk man snoozing by the fire, and the bartender, who happened to be sleeping as well. Robbie had expected more people. After all, ever since he'd arrived at Tortura, all he'd heard the pirates talk about was Allen. Where they thought Allen went, where he was staying… the list could go on for days. Then the Captain heard that Allen went to this bar.

Robbie lay his head on the wooden counter, careful not to get any splinters. If the place was better built, and he could sit down without fear of getting splinters, he wouldn't mind it as much. Sadly, he could already feel the splinter in his hand from accidentally wiping the counter.

He felt his eyes begin to droop, and was just about to fall asleep when he heard the bell, meaning someone had come in. Robbie sat up, stretched, and turned towards the door. He was expecting a man older than the one before him. A fifteen year old boy was walking towards the counter.

The boy had red brown hair, that ended just an inch above his shoulders. It was extremely messy, leading Robbie to think that the boy didn't get much sleep. He was wearing tan, loose pants, tight only at the waist. The boy was wearing a large white shirt, tucked into his pants. On top of the shirt, he had a dark jacket, folded up at the sleeves. The only weapon Robbie could see was a dagger, tucked into his belt. The boy's hair covered his forehead, stopping just above clear, bright green eyes. He had a button nose, that didn't really stick out of his face (unlike some pirates Robbie knew). The boy's cheeks were round, and rosy. All in all, the boy didn't really look like a pirate. Robbie was just glad his face wasn't clean.

The boy sat on the stool to Robbie's right. "Eh, you know how to wake the bartender?" he asked, turning to Robbie. Robbie was slightly shocked at the rich, Scottish accent the boy spoke in, but shrugged.

"Sorry, I don't know." Robbie took a sip of his water.

The boy shrugged, but instead of ignoring Robbie, continued talking. "You know, you're the first cabin boy I've met on Tortura."

Robbie frowned, setting down his glass. "Really? That's strange…"

The boy nodded. "Aye, it is. I'd expected to meet more. Anyways, I'm Allen. You?"

Robbie felt his jaw drop. This boy was Allen? He'd expected him to look more… like a pirate, he supposed.

"I'm Robbie… Nice to meet you… Are you the Allen everyone's talking about?"

Allen chuckled. "Aye, that's me. You were sent by your Captain to come get me, weren't you?"

Robbie didn't answer, not exactly sure how to. "Uh…"

Allen shrugged. "It's all right. To tell the truth, I'm looking for a ship to take me there. But not if they send burly men to come kidnap me…" Allen shook his head.

"Oh wow… Well, if you want, Captain Barbossa would take you there… I think." Robbie shrugged. "I'm not exactly sure… You see, I was told to find you. And Jack Sparrow, if I could find him."

Allen began laughing. "I know where Jack is! He's trying to get a ship out of a bottle!" He snorted. "Anyways, I guess I wouldn't mind meeting your captain. Seeing that he was start enough to send someone my age to get me… You know Robbie, I have a feeling we're going to be friends."

Robbie smiled. "All right. He's at a bar at the moment, but I'll take you there if you want me to."

Allen smirked. "If no one recognizes me, sure."

"Follow me." Robbie said, standing up and heading towards the door. That was easy… he thought to himself as he led Allen towards the Captain's bar.

I'd like to thank 321 for reviewing last chapter! So… Uh… Yeah… See you in the next chapter, I suppose…