"So this is our able bodied crew?" I asked Jack.

"Aye" Jack answered.

"You sailor" Jack said to the one with the parrot.

"Cotton Sir" Gibbs told Jack.

"Mr Cotton. Do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?" Jack questioned.

We all looked at Cotton waiting for his answer.

"Mr Cotton! Answer me man!" Jack kind of yelled.

"He's a mute, Sir. Poor devil had his tongue cut out so he trained the parrot to talk for him. No one's yet figured out how" Gibbs explained.

"Mr Cotton's...parrot...same question" Jack said.

The parrot, I just named Tropic because of his tropical colours, squawked.

"Wind in the sails. Wind in the sails" Tropic squawked.

"We mostly figured that means yes" Gibbs said, a little worried.

We walked on a bit until we heard a woman's voice. Jack took off her hat revealing her long dark black hair.

"Anamaria" Jack smiled worried.

Anamaria slapped him around the face.

"I suppose you didn't deserve that one either" Will said smug.

"No that one I did deserve" Jack said, rubbing his cheek.

"You stole my boat" Anamaria shouted.

"Actually..." Jack started.

She cut him off by slapping him around the face.

"Borrowed. Borrowed without permission...but with every intention of giving it back to you" Jack finished.

"But you didn't" Anamaria yelled.

"You'll get another one" Jack grinned.

"I will" Anamaria said, pointing at him.

"A better one" Will winked at me.

"A better one" Jack repeated.

"That one" I said, pointing at the Interceptor.

"What one? That one? Aye that one. What says you?" Jack asked angry.

"Aye!" the crew cheered, walking off.

"No, no, no, no, Cap'n its frightful bad luck to have a woman aboard" Gibbs told Jack.

"So I'm back luck am I?" I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes.

"Of course not Belle. Mr Gibbs it'd be worse not to have 'em" Jack told him, making a face.