Salina Sparrow sighed and looked around the not so crowded restaurant. It was a slow day and there were so few people you only needed one waitress. Since there were three waitresses she just sat at an empty table completely bored. All the people who were here were regulars at the restaurant so she knew that they would just eat and leave.

"Doesn't anything new ever happen around here," she asked out loud to nobody.

Salina lived in India her whole life. Her father was from India but her mother was from England. When her mother got sick of the good life with silk sheets, warm food, and rides in carriages she snuck out one night and stowed away on a merchant ship bound for India. There she met Salina's father and the rest was history. Salina thought her mother was crazy for giving up a life where you didn't even have to work. Although she too would hate having to marry the richest person she meets and then just sit around going to stupid dances and raising children. Not that there was anything wrong with raising children. Besides the being pregnant and then going into labor part she thought that it would be fun.

Salina was twenty three with dark brown hair and the eyes to match. She was gorgeous. Guys wanted her to marry but she always turned them down. She wasn't the marrying type. She needed to be free to do whatever she wanted, not tied down to some husband. With her money as a waitress she made enough money to rent a room in an inn, two streets down from the restaurant. She buys everything herself and that's the way she likes it.

"Salina get up from the table and do your job," a waitress named Chetana snapped while carrying a load of food to a customer.

"Huh," she asked. She was so absorbed in thought she didn't see a man walk in and sit down. As she looked around she saw that both waitresses were busy so she sighed again and walked toward the man. As she did, she noticed something odd about him. He was facing away from her but even so she could see that he wore a bandana and a very regal looking red jacket.

"He must be a pirate," she thought excitedly. She had never met a pirate although she knew that they always came into port and some of them wore bandanas. Most of them just go to a tavern though. Why is he here?

Once again she was so absorbed in though she didn't realize she made it to the table.

"Hello," Teague asked wondering why the waitress was just standing there.

Salina realized that she was standing in front of the table with a confused looking man staring at her. "Damn, I have to stop doing that," she thought.

"Can I take your order?"

"Do you have rum?"



"No," she said. On the inside she was thinking AH-HAH he has to be a pirate!

"Whisky?"

"No."

"Alcoholic beverages of any kind," he asked desperately.

"Ah….no," she said. "Why don't you just go to a tavern and get whatever alcoholic drink you'd like?"

Teague thought about what he should say. This girl was beautiful and he didn't want to look stupid in front of her. "Um…" Teague started but before he could finish Salina did it for him.

"You can't speak the language can you?"

"Not a word," he replied lamely.

She thought about this. She heard that pirates go out and see the world without being tied down by any laws. They could go wherever they wanted and have to answer to no one. "Now that's freedom," she thought wishing she was a pirate. But of course she could never become one. They had freedom but they also had being blown to bits by The Royal Navy, hurting innocent people or worse, and betraying each other (a lot).

But that doesn't mean she can't help a customer out who can't speak the native language. It's not like she knows for sure that he's a pirate. And in the case that he did turn out to be a pirate she could always…I don't ask him where he's been, where's he going, if he ever was attacked by The Royal Navy, what's his ship like, and most importantly is the freedom worth all the attacks and betrayals.

"Ok," she started, "I have an idea. After my shift I'll go with you to a tavern and act like a…translator. You could say what you want and I'll order it in the native language."

Teague thought that was a good deal although the problem was the other person always got something in a deal too. "And what do you get out of this," he asked suspiciously.

"Oh nothing," she started. Then in a lowered voice so nosy customers or co-workers couldn't here, "I just want you to tell me what's it like being a pirate."

Teague's eyes widened. He was excepting her wanting money or something. "How did you know I was a pirate?"

Salina snorted. "It's pretty bloody obvious."

"Ok fine," Teague said and put out his hand, "do we have an accord?"



Salina shook his hand.

Now I'm pretty sure all of you can guess this but that chapter introduced…drum roll please… Jack Sparrow's mother! Please review! :D