A/n: Thank-you for all of the people who've read this! I'm really depressed there hasn't been any reviews, really. The more reviews the are, the better I can actually make my fic! This is the first fic I have ever done on Pirates of the Caribbean, so any help would really be appreciated! Thank-ya's to all who've reviewed and to my wonderful beta, t3h Conquistador of Crocodiles. We'll be "MATE"y's 4eva! xD

Luff,

Captain Emmy

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"This...is the worst...mistake...I've ever made," Emily said, pushing the brush over the tough grains in the wood.

"How are ye doing there, Reid?" Jack asked, bending down to Emily's level.

Emily stopped for a moment and grinned slightly at Jack. "I've been better," Emily said, with a slight sigh.

Jack grinned his usual toothy grin, and took a look at the wood. "Ye've done a fine job, Reid. That will do."

"Thanks, Captain."

Things, for the most part, had been going smoothly for Emily. She no longer had to deal with the pain that was Elizabeth and was doing fine at pretending to be a boy, even thought it was difficult having to go to the bathroom. Part of her just wanted to blow her cover and do whatever she could to get off the ship, but part of her really enjoyed life at sea. She loved being out on the open water, even if she still couldn't stand up straight, yet.

Slowly, Emily stood up, wiping the sweat off of her dark brow. She lifted the bucket up and walked over to the side of the ship.

Jack watched her for a moment, and nodded as though confirming something in his mind.

"Gibbs!" He called, looking around for the plump old man.

Like a loyal and obedient dog, Gibbs was by Jack's side. "Yes, Captain?"

Jack took out his spy glass and opened it, peering through the smaller side out at sea. "Gibbs, do you have any idea who that Reid character is?"

"Well, yes sir," Gibbs said, looking at Jack quizzically. "That's the boy we picked up down at Tortuga."

Jack looked away from the glass, and looked over at Emily, wondering what it was she was looking at in the water. He then looked over at Gibbs.

"Wrong. That is the second child of-"

There was a loud retching noise on the main deck.

"Oh, bugger," Jack said, spotting who it was who made the noise. "Of all bloody days. We'll continue our conversation later, Gibbs."

Jack rushed over to Emily's side, grabbing the bucket that she had emptied over board when he spotted something on her left arm. That's when the truth was clarified for him.

"Come on," Jack said, placing the bucket under her chin just in case she vomitted once more. "You'll be alright, come on now." He put a hand on her shoulder, guiding her below deck. Just what he needed, a sick teenager.

"No," Emily said, trying to pull herself away from Jack. "I'm fine, just don't-just...I'll be fine."

Jack's grip tightend on her shoulder. "No. You are not fine. Do you want to die?" Jack asked, surveying Emily's shocked face. This statement had at least gotten her to stop struggling. "I thought so, come on, you."

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A/N- Oooo, cliffhanger. Not really. Again, I know, it's short...but TRUST me! The next chapter I SWEAR will be longer.