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Jack stood staring at Barbossa for awhile before he suddenly made a move toward the little boat sitting on the shore. He climbed inside, sat down, and looked at all of us.

"Are ye comming or not?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I looked around at everyone standing on shore. Barbossa looked pleased, though there was something bothering me. I swallowed hard and finally spoke.

"I don't think we're all going to fit in the boat."

After what seemed like millions of trips with the boat going from shore to ship, then from ship to shore; then from shore to ship, and then back to the shore, and then back to the ship...everyone finally was on board the Pearl. Jack and I had been in the first boat, along with Gibbs, Marty, Cotton, and Pintel and Ragetti. Jack chose who was in the first boat, and I'm pretty sure he chose who he liked most. Well, that and the fact that none of us had tried to kill him. Well, Gibbs, Marty, Cotton, and I had never tried to kill him. I think he just chose Pintel and Ragetti so he wouldn't have to row. Anyway, we were in the first boat and as soon as our feet hit the deck of the Pearl, Jack began to give us orders to get the ship ready to sail, just as any captain would. Pintel and Ragetti were put back in the boat to row the boat to shore to pick up more of the crew. As soon as the boat returned, though, Barbossa climbed aboard. That's when the trouble started. They were both on a ship where they both believed they were captain, and it wasn't working too well so far. So, when the the entire crew was finally aboard the Pearl, they started at it again, both giving the orders.

"Trim that sail!" Barbossa yelled as we had begun to cast off.

"Trim that sail!" Jack also yelled. I sighed. This was going to be one heck of a long trip.

"Slack windward brace and sheet!" Barbossa ordered.

"Slack windward brace and sheet!" Jack repeated.

"Haul a pennant line!" Barbossa yelled.

Haul a pennant line!" Jack copied, and this time Barbossa spun around, them both standing face to face. I knew I should be working, but this was far more interesting than any work that could be done...

"What are ye doin'?" Barbossa asked Jack as he rolled his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Jack repeated. It was almost like one of those old child games everyone used to play. The ones where you'd repeat what everyone said until they got to the point of planning a murder...

"No! What arrre ye doin'?"

"What are you doing?"

"No! What arrrrrrre ye doin'?!"

"What are you doing?! Captain gives orders on a ship." Jack finally broke the chain of repeats.

"The captain of this ship is givin' orders." Barbossa growled.

"My ship. Makes me captain." Jack quickly said, standing up slightly taller than before.

"Aye, but they be my charts!" Barbossa held up the Navegational Charts.

"Well, that makes you..." Jack paused briefly to think. "...Chart Man!" And I couldn't help but burst out laughing! Only Jack would think of something like that to say. I'd missed him so much more than I'd realized.

"Stow it, both of you! That's an order, understand?!" Pintel appeared out of nowhere and began to yell at both of them. Everyone just stared at him, instead. Was he serious? "Sorry." He appologized quickly. "I just thought, with the captain issuing out I'd throw in my name for consideration. Sorry!" I rolled my eyes and watched Jack and Barbossa struggling to be the first one up the stairs and onto the poop. I shook my head and sighed. This really was like a child's game, though this one probably would end in murder...again. Barbossa reached into his coat and pulled out his eyeglass. Jack smiled smuggly and pulled out his own. I couldn't help but giggle a little as he opened it up and found that it was much smaller than he'd remembered. And much, much smaller than Barbossa's. As he walked to the other side of the deck in defeat, and idea came to my mind.

"Jack?" I slowly approched him.

"Aye?" He asked carefully. Both of us were still slightly awkward in each other's presence.

"There used to be a much bigger eyeglass down in the Pearl's hold. From an old raid, I think. I always thought it was junk, so I just left alone when I stumbled across it..." He looked over at me and raised an eyebrow with a slight smile on his face.

"Where?"