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Chapter 4- When nobody knows your name.

Sam, (or Samantha) woke up to a splitting headache and lying in a soft but creaky bed. There was not much she could remember, apart from singing. A lot. Not bothering to look at her surroundings she jumped out of bed.

Bad idea, as then the room started spinning. Holding her head and groaning, she found she was still wearing the same clothes. Good. Then no one knew she was a girl yet.

Whoa.

Where was she?

Sam sighed and scratched her head as she struggled to remember what had happened. The she realised something terrible.

She was moving. But she wasnt really moving.

"OH MY GOD IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD! THE FLOOR'S ABOUT TO COLLAPSE!" she began to run around the room with her arms in the air, half screaming half crying.

The noise seemed to attract attention from outside, and before she knew it, the door opposite her had swung open and a man stepped in.

The oddest man Sam had ever seen in her life. Sam's screams continued.

Jack was yet again utterly confused. Why did this man start screaming? Why didn't he stop? And why did he scream like a girl?

Many moments more continued, with neither Sam or Jack moving, but Sam still screaming. Finally she ran out of breath and stared at Jack, her green eyes wide. Looking behind the man, she saw that out of the door lead a large wooden deck, and below that, the sea. So she was on a boat. That seemed to make sense, so Sam calmed down a little.

"So..." she said conversationally to the man staring at her. "What's the weather like outside?" Sam thought it would be better if she pretended the loud outburst had never happened. Jack Sparrow ignored her question, choosing to ask his own.

'Might you like to tell me your name, age, where you come from and what the hell you were doing floating around in a fish basket?' He spoke politely, with the accent of a place Sam didn't recognise.

'Not really no.' Sam retorted. She was saying nothing until he answered her question first. He suddenly approached and drew a knife. holding it against her neck. Sam didnt bother trying to stuggle, he was too quick for her.

'Now, would you be slightly more inclined to tell me who you are?' He breathed, the foul stench fumigating her neck.

"What a pretty dagger," she commented wryly. "But I really was looking forward to hearing about that weather." She sighed.

'My name is Sam Rivet. I am old. I live on an island. You found me in a fish basket." Sam replied simply. Jack was slightly frustrated. All he had found out was his name. He released his knife, finding it pointless- the lad seemed to enjoy evading his questions.

"Fine. The weather is sunny, with strong winds, perfect for my ship."

"Your ship?"

"Aye."

"Someone actually trusted you with a ship?" she asked skeptically. Jack got even more annoyed.

"Do you not know who I am, lad?" he asked, irritated.

Sam blinked.

"Nope." Mr. Sparrow sighed, then flashed a quick smile.

"I'll give you a clue. I own the ship that is the fastest in the world, and I am the pirate that hell itself has spat back out. Now, who be I?"

Blank look.

"I don't know" Sam confessed. Jack looked absolutely dumbfounded. This lad never ceased to amaze, or disgust him.

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!" he cried. Surely he had heard of him.

"Oh."

Oh? That was the greatest word he could muster to describe someone as brilliant as him? That was the worst insult he had heard in a very long time. Jack Sparrow was not going to forget this any time soon.

Sam coughed, then looking to the ground, she embarrasingly spoke her thanks at being 'picked up' by them from the middle of the ocean. The captain was still to shocked to reply.

Sam was having trouble understanding this man. He got angry very easily. And what was with all the odd garments he was wearing? He was too drunk to be a fisherman, and the Royal navy would never in their right minds take on somebody like him. That left only one option.

"You're a pirate." She surmised without a doubt.

"Naturally." Jack had found his mouth again. Sam had had her head drilled into when it came to messing with pirates. They were not to be trusted. The cheated you of your money. And they smelt. Was it sensible for her to be on a boat full of pirates?

But where else was she supposed to go? And this one, even though he was bigheaded, seemed to be decent enough. She was tired of her fathers rules getting in the way of her fun. And as long as she pretended she was a boy, then surely she wouldn't get found by her father or get into sticky situations with these pirates.

"So captain. D'ya mind if I hitch a ride for a while?" she asked.

"Depends. Where are you heading.?"

"Anywhere." Except for Tortuga, she added silently.

"And you're willing to work in return?" Sam nodded in reply.

"Then welcome to the Black Pearl young Sam m'lad!" He clapped Sam on the back, and picking up a lighted candle on the dresser behind Sam, handed it to her so she wouldn't fall over in the dark. He led her away to be introduced to the rest of the crew.

'By the way, you can sleep with them tonight. I was forced to give up my own cabin, for some damn 17 yr old who somehow survived around three days with nothing but two bottles of rum.' He sniffed dejectedly.

As Sam was introduced to the crew she relaxed a little. She could stay here for a while. They seemed to be nice people. Apart from that Jack guy. He was just weird. She forgot all her troubles, trying to be a boy was easy. She forgot her past, her worries, her candle alight in her hand as she dropped it onto the wooden deck to shake Gibbs' hand. It suddenly set half the deck alight. The crew stared for a moment, still.

'OI! DO SOMETHING! YOU'RE BURNING UP MY DAMN PRECIOUS SHIP! SAVVY?' bellowed a furious Captain. Sam watched as the crew got to work saving the ship. Luckily not much was damaged, but Jack Sparrow was still furious. Throwing a super evil glance at Sam he stormed yet again to his cabin.

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