Barbossa looked at the alley the girl was living in. How could this place be her home? There were broken crates lying around, torn rags lying around. Barbossa could've sworn he saw a rat scamper by. This was no place for a little girl like her.

"Ya live here?" he asked.

The little girl nodded as she held the apple in her lap.

"Where be yer parents?" Barbossa asked. "Yer mother 'nd father?"

"I don't have any parents", she started to cry. "I'm all alone."

"Don't ya have 'ny family? There be 'nyone who can take care of ye?"

The girl closed her eyes she tears slid down her cheeks. She shook her head as she buried her face in her hands. Barbossa just sat there as he watched her cry. Something terrible must've happened to her parents if she was crying.

"How long have ya been out on yer own?" Barbossa asked.

"A day."

A day. He had to hand it to her. She must've been tough if survived without her parents. Barbossa knew this girl needed help. There was no way she would survive if she spent the rest of her life here. Hesitantly, he put his hand on her back and started rubbing it. He pulled her close so she could cry on his shoulder.

"Ya have a name?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Joanna. Joanna Flames."

"Flames?" Barbossa asked. "Ya wouldn't by 'ny chance be related ta Christopher Flames, would ya?"

"You knew Papa?" Joanna asked.

"Aye. Storming Flames. He was a captain I served under."

Joanna wiped her eyes and gave Barbossa a small smile. He smiled back and pulled her to her feet.

"Why don't ya come with me?" he said. "I can take care of ya."

She looked up at him with her beautiful green eyes.

"You…you'd do that?" she asked. "But you don't know me."

"Ya be the daughter of a friend of mine", Barbossa replied. "it'd be nice ta have the daughter of Storming Flames on my ship."

"A ship?"

Joanna's eyes lit up and she smiled widely. At long last she was going to sail on a ship. If only her father could see her now. She took Barbossa's hand and smiled up at him.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Barbossa", he answered. "Hector Barbossa."

"Hector", Joanna said trying it out. "I'll be sure to remember that. Are you a captain, Hector?"

"Aye that I be. I be captain of the Dark Wave. Have ya heard of it?"

Joanna shook her head.

"Well, that be yer new home", Barbossa said.

They walked hand-in-hand toward the pier. Joanna sighed feeling at ease. A pirate ship was going to be her new home. She was going to be a pirate just like her father. The thought of Christopher made her feel a little bit sad. Barbossa looked down at Joanna.

"Everything be alright?" he asked.

Joanna looked up and nodded.

"Just thinking about Papa", she said. "That's all."

"Mmm…well, when we reach the ship, why don't ya take my bed 'nd get some rest? Ya look exhausted."

"No", Joanna said. "I couldn't. You're doing too much for me already. I don't want to impose anymore than I already am."

"Nay, yer not imposing", Barbossa said. "My ship be yer home now. 'nything onboard be yers now."

Joanna smiled and hugged Barbossa.

"Thank you, Hector", she said. "Is there anything I can do to repay you?"

"Ya don't need ta do 'nything", he replied.

"But, there must be something! You've giving me food and shelter. I don't want to make you think I'm taking all this for granted."

"Ya don't need ta repay me."