A/N: So at 12:15am on Friday I saw Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End and it was amazing! However there is some information and events that happen that don't fit with the plot of my fic here. So I would like to continue as if AWE didn't happen, but I would like to know what you-the readers-think. I've worked really hard on writing this and would really like to continue it. Thanks to all my reviewers and readers!


The table in the galley was covered with table settings and small trinkets. Miranda walked over to where Will was sitting.

"Thank you Will," she said placing a hand on his shoulder. There was a small metal plate, wooden bowl, and silver goblet waiting for her use.

"I know it's not much of a feast," Will pointed out, standing and pulling the chair out for Miranda, "But trust me when I say its good."

"There's no need to get my seat for me, but thank you," she said taking a seat and pulling the chair closer up to the table.

"Well it is the proper thing to do," he said with a smile, "Unless you don't want to be treated like a young respectable lady, which we all know you are." He sat down next to her, his grin not leaving his face.

'What are you up to?' she asked him in her mind, and then catching on she replied.

"Will, this is a Pirate ship," she said, waving her hand address the room, "Nothing is proper. Is it Captain?" She turned her head toward the door where Jack just entered.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing is proper on a pirate ship is it Jack?" Miranda repeated almost viciously. She eyed him as he staggered toward the empty seat at the table, which unfortunately was opposite Miranda.

"What are you talking about?" Jack asked as he sat down. Miranda scoffed and just looked at him with a wicked smile.

"Love, you're starting to scare the crew, and me," his eyes widened a little as she continued to smile, "What is going through your head Missy?"

"Nothing Jack," she replied, returning to normal, "So what is it that we have here?" Before Jack could comment once more on her strange behavior again Mr. Gibbs spoke up.

"Mr. Cotton has prepared for us this morning a very fine stew and some biscuits," he stood up and pointed to the various sized bowls that held the broth like liquid.

"Sounds wonderful, I can hardly wait to try it," she said politely, "Of course I do not expect to be eating for free, I promise to be trying my hardest at what ever you ask me to do." She looked straight at Jack as she spoke, mimicking his strange fluid movements almost perfectly.

"That's amazing," Ragetti said, "She looked just like the Captain there she did."

"I beg your pardon," Miranda turned, "But I do not look a thing like a dirty kidnapping pig."

"You're really starting to get on my nerves love" Jack said bringing his index finger to his temple.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said with fake sympathy in her voice.

"You're treading dangerous waters Miss Jones," Jack warned.

"Am I now? And what pray tell makes them so dangerous?" she asked.

"The fact that I could toss you overboard at any moment and leave you there," Jack said matching her tone. Miranda held is gaze for a moment and only looked away when Will put his hand on her shoulder. Her smiled returned to her face and everyone resumed picking up a bowl of stew and serving themselves.

"Mr. Gibbs, is there any drinking water on board?" Miranda asked after a few spoonfuls of the hot stew. A

"I'm afraid that right now there is only rum that can be spared," he said, "We tend to save the drinking water for the hotter parts of the day."

"Perfectly understandable," she said, "I shall wait until then, and after you have all had your share, for I'm sure that you all will have done more hard work then me."

"If that's how you feel," Mr. Gibbs said and returned to his meal.

"Miranda you don't have to wait until the men have had their share," Will said, "You have a right to it just as they do. It's not like you fell out of the sky and landed here."

"I know, Will, but as you hinted at yourself, I don't want to be treated like a highly respected young lady anymore," she smiled and returned to her meal.

Soon an arm reached over and filled her goblet with a brown liquid.

"What are you doing?" she asked looking up at Jack.

"I can tell you're thirsty, so drink up," he said sauntering back to his chair.

"I don't like drinking this early in the morning, Captain Sparrow," she told him, "So you can just have it."

"I don't give my rum to just anyone now, so I would drink it if I were you," Jack said sternly. Miranda eyed him suspiciously but took a sip of the rum.

"Do you like?" Jack asked with a smirk on his face.

"What did you do, spit in it?" she asked after swallowing.

"No, it's just the best rum in the Caribbean love," Jack then returned to eating his food.

The rest of the meal was uneventful, mainly with the crew just asking Miranda questions about the cruse, all of which she could not answer.

"I swear to you Pintel that I do not know anything more than what the Captain has said to you about this curse," she said.

"Alright now," Jack said standing up, "Leave the poor dear alone, she had a rough night. Off to work with you. And you Miss Jones will clean up in here."

"As you wish," she said eyeing him. The rest of the crew got up and headed off to do their jobs for the day.

"There's a barrel of cleaning water over there," Jack pointed to a small room at the other end of the galley, "Make sure that all of dishes and utensils are clean to use tonight, the same with the table."

"Where is a rag to clean with? The job would only be done half as well with out one," she said as she started to gather the bowls that held the stew.

"Right next to the water barrel," Jack said, "When you're done feel free to do whatever you'd like, so long as you stay out of the way."

"Aye, Aye Captain," she said mockingly. Jack Sparrow then left the room.