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The scene was silent but for the sound of the old Pearl rocking in the waves, her sails rustling in the wind and the faint whisper from the girl on board. The crew was still watching intently as Jack Sparrow and this new girl apparently named Jill stared at eachother as if they both couldn't believe the other existed.

Jill's eyes were roaming all over him; Jacks were nervously set on her eyes. No matter how much shock he was in he couldn't bring himself to look her over in her state of dress. Still, there was more silence till one of the other pirates finally spoke up with, "eh, Cap' in who's she?"

Jack turned; if looks could kill that man would be dead three times before he hit the floor. Gibbs, always the one with an explanation spoke up, he seemed just as shocked as Jack the way he strode over a put an arm around Jill's shoulder, he expression turned to a wide smile. "None other than Jillian Pharae, of course!"

That didn't help the crew any but Jack took it as his cue to pull her into a tight hug, a wide smile plastered across his drunken face that he tried to hide for everyone as he let her go. "I've missed you, Love." He said as he took of his long jacket and wrapped it around her bare shoulders. "I've not seen you since the day we parted ways when we were... How old?"

Jill was still in shock when he was talking to her. He looked so different, so tall and broad and, admittedly, handsome. He didn't look roughed up the way most men raised on the sea did, he was still youthful and cheery. As she snapped out her admiring trance she blushed. "O-oh, hum, 12 ...for me... 15 for you..."

They had met in very early childhood on the ship Jack was born, by order of Captain Teague, Jacks father; she was picked up out of a long boat where she'd seemingly been hidden from the dangers of an island. They would later learn that her mother left her there when she heard there were natives on the island, intending to pick her up when they finished resupplying the ship. Unfortunately the woman was killed and the other crew members forgot about Jill in that last longboat when they were attacked later in the day. Jill would stay on Captain Teague's ship till she was 12, her father only tried to get her back when she was older and heard of her survival. Teague wouldn't allow it. She had become precious to him. Even more so to his son, Jack.

They both knew as well as anyone that kids barely old enough to know what was going on around them weren't really in love, but the memories of telling each other this, having such innocent feelings of admiration still made them feel close after so many years of separation.

"You smell like rum."

"I've been drinking rum."

"Smells like you've been bathing in it."

"I wish."

Gibbs interjected. He too had been a member of Captain Teague's crew, when Jack had the itch to go make a name for himself as his father always expected, he left the ship with him under oath of keeping Jack out of as much trouble as a Pirate could be. "Now, don't start this off with a fight over Jacks bad drinking habits"

"I think I've made quite a good, regular habit of it" he smiled that charismatic smile that could get him out of anything, and Jill laughed. He felt as though he was drowning in fond memories of his childhood.

She was covered up now, in jack's long coat and no answers were being given so the crew had begun to lose interest, most had gone back to their work, or their games of cards.

Gibbs and Jill followed Jack back to his wheel, where they all stood around, asking each other a hundred questions about where they'd been, mostly directed at Jill who had to tell her whole story by demand of the two men.

"I left Captain Teague's ship shortly after you; you got me thinking about all I was missing while I was there, so I became part of the Phoenix's crew. Till now. That's about it, nothing really. Not as impressive as your story I'm sure. You've already managed to follow in your father's footsteps, with your own ship."

"Aye, I could tell he was pleased when I saw him last. But there are more important things at hand. You're a part of my crew, now. If you wish it" Jack was still smiling, her put his hand over her left shoulder. "If not I'll gladly take you anywhere you wish, after I finish my current 'mission'." They both smiled at his word choice.

"I'd love to stay with you as long as I'm allowed" She looked away from him as she tried her best to copy his dialect. "Love"

Jack laughed and left the wheel to Gibbs as he lead Jill down to his quarters, "I don't say I have much to fit you but I can't very well have you running around half naked with these lads." As he took back him long coat, he finally looked her over. "You were right when you suggested we both get matching Tattoo's, love. I've never forgotten you."

"That's what they were for."

He picked up some clothes for her; short pants from a young boy who'd once traveled with him and left them there as he grew out of them and one of jacks shirts, extremely large on her. Girls didn't grow very well on the sea.

The rest of the day and night was devoted to giving her lots to eat and drink so they could both share their stories. By the next morning Jill was almost back to her old self, save a bit of grief still plaguing her from the shock of losing the crew she'd been with since the age of twelve. But at least she had a bit of a bounce in her step as she insisted on working extra hard because Jack had given up his bed last night for her, spending an apparently awful night with the crew.

By mid day he had convinced her to take a break and talk some more, neither one of them could get enough of each other, truly they had missed the presence of the only one who could comfort them in the rough childhood of sailing.

"So, they call you Sparrow?"

"Thanks to your inspiration"

"How does Teaugy feel?"

Jack grinned at her playful name for his father. "He doesn't care. You've kept the name he gave you, changing that would hurt him I'm sure. He thought it was so clever, Jack and Jill"

Jill laughed but Jack merely scoffed. "Ah, yes, but he never told me why Pharae."

"That's the island he found you on"

"Oh! Why didn't he tell me?"

"Not very creative"

"And Jack and Jill is?"

"Never question his motive, my dear"

Jill smirked and moved behind him; Jacks eyes followed her as she sat down with her legs between the railing bars. He was about to warn her to be careful, but stopped remembering how she hated that as a childhood.

"Eh, Jackie" He winced at the return of an old nickname.

"Aye, love?"

"What treasure are you after, now?" She looked over her shoulder at him as he tensed.

"Some compass, nothing special I'm sure."

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Whoo Hoo! Another chapter done, it's mostly for setting their relationship down, so I tried to make it not to painful with details. Those will come later. Please review!