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After a few scuffles with soldiers and an escapade that involved a bakery, some chickens and a hanging sign, they arrived at the docks. Charlise had a scratch on the side of her face and had suffered a quite sizable cut to her left leg. They didn't bother her much, though they sting like the devil! She thought sourly to her self. The Captain, however had only contracted a tiny slice to his arm and had continued to grumble about it under his breath.

"Which ship?" Charlise asked, deciding to break his train of self-pity.

"That one, luv," he pointed to a ship that was quite always in the distance. She almost made a snappy remark about swimming to the she when he gestured to a small little dinghy. Charlise felt Beatrice chatter in her ear. Captain sparrow looked up at it. "The rat doesn't go on my ship," he stated and looked back down at the rope he was untying.

"Firstly, she's a ferret. Second, 'the rat', as you so rudely called her, has a name, Beatrice." She said coldly. The curious man was slowly losing all respect she had gathered before hand. "And Beatrice stays with me." She stated and saw him sigh. He straitened up, the little boat rocking under his weight. "Plus she'll get ride of the rats on your ship..." She slowly curled a lock of her hair around her finger. Charlise smiled as Beatrice started to situate her self on Charlise's shoulders. The little creature seemed to send a disdainful look at the Captain and commenced nibbling on her owners ear.

"The ferret ," he paused his face just inches from her own, "is not coming aboard my ship."

Charlise wrinkled her nose at him, his breath smelled like rum, which wasn't entirely unpleasant, but she never liked it when people invaded her personal space. Beatrice didn't either and stuck her little masked face out from Charlise's curls to hiss and bare her sharp little teeth at the man. The Captain took a shocked step back and almost plummeted into the water. He flailed his arms about wildly, trying to catch his balance.

Charlise grinned at the man and began to think of a plan to get the ferret on the ship. "Well Captain-"

"Finally! Someone who understands!" He interrupted, his smoke flashing all his gold teeth. Charlise looked at him in confusion. "Continue, luv." He flicked his hands at her as he situated the oars.

Charlise was about to open her mouth and finish her sentence when a series of shouts and a flash of red coats distracted her. The Captain, waiting for her to go on, looked at her expectantly.

The soldiers came around one of the docked ships and with a startled squeak from Beatrice, Charlise leapt into the dinghy. It rocked violently, almost throwing Captain Sparrow over the side he clung on.

"Are you bloody mad woman!?" He all but squeaked as he clung to the boats sides. Charlise ignored him and pushed the dinghy off from the docks. She snatched the oars just as the soldiers reached where they had been moments ago.

"Go on! Jump in after them!" She heard one of them snap as she oared them to a distance of safety.

"I can't swim!" Came the others reply.

"Some part of the navy you are!" The Captains shouted at them, apparently catching the whole conversation. He grinned in a very self satisfied manner at Charlise, then proceeded to make himself comfortable. Which involved kicking up his feet on the bench between them and putting his hands behind his head.

She scowled at him and continued to row.