"We're docking in Tortuga, Captain!" Annabelle looked up from where she had been studying a map, not really paying much attention to anything but what Barbossa was showing her.
"Good." Barbossa grunted, and glanced at Annabelle. "Ye'll be goin' ashore with me, lass.
"Aye, Captain." Annabelle nodded, and Barbossa moved away. For the past few days, Annabelle had been slowly getting used to the Black Pearl, and Barbossa, although kind at first light, was also a little harsh. He didn't give anything more than one chance to get things done, but the crew managed.
The sun was bright, and Annabelle squinted as she looked out onto the deck, absently fixing her skirts, then smiling as her fingers brushed the fabric. "We're not goin' to walk around me ship in soaking wet clothes, lass." Barbossa had grunted, and tossed her a burgundy dress, which she had gladly taken. The other dress had been drenched, and she felt it showed off a little too much for her liking.
"How's your memory today, Annabelle?" Annabelle smiled at Ragetti and Pintel, who each held a mop and bucket.
"I still remember your name, Ragetti. You too, Pintel." She teased, and both men chuckled, but it vanished as Barbossa walked back.
"Get t' work." He snarled, and they ran off. "Bell, yer distractin' me crew again." He added, picking up the map, and Annabelle pouted.
"I am not." She stuck her tongue out, and Barbossa raised an eyebrow. "Captain." She added innocently, rolling up the maps. No one got a free ride on the Pearl, and Barbossa was teaching Annabelle slowly but surely how the navigate with charts.
"Yer lucky that Jack likes yeh, lass." Barbossa sighed, rolling his eyes. "That monkey's never listened to anyone before me."
"Maybe it's because I'm a female." Annabelle shrugged as Jack Jones chittered from the rope overhead, and then dropped onto Barbossa's shoulder. "Being the only one, he does seem to like me more than your crew, all being males."
"He always was one for the ladies." Barbossa grinned, and Annabelle found herself blushing, causing the Captain to laugh.
"Put away those charts and meet me at the longboat, lass." He ordered, and then walked off, leaving Annabelle to curse herself and move to follow his orders, not wanting to be late.
"Try again and ye'll regret it." Barbossa snarled, pulling Annabelle closer to him as her would be attacker staggered away, clutching his bleeding arm.
"Thank you." Annabelle trembled, shocked and afraid of what had just happened.
"Yer a part o' th' Pearl's crew- my crew, and no one touches what's mine." Barbossa picks up his rum, and Annabelle smiled. A part of the Pearl's crew… She had never thought of it that way before, and she found it comforting.
Then the second part hit her, and she blushed brightly, looking down. No one touches what's mine, Annabelle couldn't help but giggle at his overprotectiveness, causing Barbossa to give her a weird look, but she ignored it. His… Can I really be that? She had to admit, the Captain was attractive, but she had never thought he would have done anything. He seemed too tough for any loving emotions, and she felt that he still had some of that gentle man she had met that first night on the Pearl.
A/N: Sorry, I know it's a short chapter, but I was a little stumped, and didn't know what to write! :(