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"Now what?" Tia cried with her head resting against the cool window pane. How could Jack be such an idiot, and yet still get away with every idiotic thing his idiotic mind thought up? It just didn't make any sense to her.

"Well," Eliot sighed, "the only thing we can do, is play along."

"And how do you expect us to do that?" inquired Ana with a little bit more venom in her tone than she had anticipated.

He smiled hopefully, "Simple; we must follow at his heels. One of you lucky ladies will enroll in the part of being his 'fiancee: the destined soul mate he met while sailing the high seas', while the other will be his 'personal servant: the gossip queen and his personal messenger".

Ana and Tia took a while to process this new information. He couldn't be serious, could he? 'Apparently, he is,' Ana thought. She plastered a bright smile across her young face and rested her hand on Tia's shoulder, "Well, have fun pumping out Jack's first born, Mrs. Sparrow!"

"What? Me? No! You be his fiancee; he likes you better anyway!" Tia argued, shoving Ana's shoulders.

"Not a chance! It's obvious that you two have "a touch of destiny", so you should walk down the aisle!" Maria suggested, shoving her back.

"I'd rather marry a dirty animal!"

Ana rolled her eyes, "He is a dirty animal! See? You two belong together!"

Elliot massaged the sides of his head, "Girls, please, stop the fighting! It's always something with you two, and it's getting on my last nerve!"

"Fine, then," Ana stated, placing her hands on her hips, "You decide. Who should be Jack's fiancee, and who should be his servant?" Tia too stared Elliot down with her hands on her hips.

"Yeah, Mista Turna, who do you think would be de best?"

Elliot hadn't meant to put himself in this position. He had simply been trying to get the two of them to shut up, but, now, he had placed himself in the midst of the whole thing, "Well, I, uh…" he trailed off.

"Well?" Ana and Tia cried impatiently in unison.
"Er... I think that… Ana should be Jack's…fiancee?."

Her eyes bugged, "What?"

"Only because you've known him longer!" he quickly covered in hopes to save his skin.

"But, Tia has more in common with him!" Maria shouted, trying to salvage herself.

"Well, then," Elliot thought it over. Ana had a point: Jack and Tia did have more in common with each other than Ana did with Sparrow, "Tia's going to be his fiancee."

"No!" Tia shouted at the same time Ana screamed, "Yes!"

"No 'ifs', 'ands', or 'buts' about it. Tia, you will be Jack's fiancee, and
Ana, you will be his servant. Let's go!"

Elliot led the two girls away from the window of the palace with Ana skipping behind him, but Tia dragged her feet along the ground.

The chefs all gathered around Kissa, leaning in towards her as they waited for her decision. She would dip her finger in each of the food dishes, tasting them one at a time, and then decide what choices would be best to serve at the celebration; she was now on her third plate: a pudding like desert.

A man of thirty or so leaned in further than any of the others, for it was his dish that she was now sampling, "Madame?"

Kissa did not respond at first, allowing her finger to linger on her tongue. The different mixtures of sauces and sugar coating seeped down her throat, taking with it its rich delicacy; it was the chef's finest chocolate cake mashed into a pudding mixture. Kissa sighed and removed her finger, a moment of silence passing amongst the crowd. Then, alas, she did it.

Kissa smiled to the dark-haired man, "Magnifica, Pierre."

In unison, the chefs exhaled with relief and the tension died. Pierre was patted on the back, accompanied by quiet congratulations from the other men. Pierre smiled and bowed gratefully as he removed his dish from the table and moseyed his way back to the kitchen so the next man, an Italian apprentice, could be judged.

The Italian, Alessio, placed before her two loaves of his best garlic bread sticks. A strong aroma of garlic and butter emerged into the air, captivating all in a white cloud of hot smoke. Kissa leaned over it and inhaled greatly, "This smells divine, Alessio, I trust it tastes just as rich."

Alessio nodded, "I do hope so."

Kissa smiled at him as Alessio took a knife and cut her off the tip of his bread. He placed the small chunk in a napkin and handed it to her; Kissa accepted it and took a nibble. Even such a small bite released the biggest rush of flavor! It was soft and warm, baked to perfection, "This is absolutely delicious," she giggled, "I hope to be eating more of this this evening!"

Alessio grinned from ear-to-ear, taking his tray away from the table, "Thank you! Thank you very much, Your Highness!" with two deep bows, Alessio took his bread and rushed to the kitchen to make more. Tonight, him and hopefully the other men, would be cooking for every high stature noble, Duke, King, and Queen in all of the country!

"Mum, I think she's broken," Hector exclaimed, cleaning up Nyhelli's drool for the hundredth time. Every time he would clean her up, she'd spit again, which would give him more work to have to do, resulting in him not being able to have his own free time.

Azella came into the family room, her hands sopping wet from cleaning dishes, "What?"

Hector pointed down to the baby that lay in his lap, "She's broken! Every time I wipe her mouth, she starts dribbling again."

Azella smiled and rolled her eyes half-heartedly, "You're so much like Jack, it's starting to scare me," she said. Quickly wiping the excess water from her hands onto her apron, Azella bent down to take her daughter from Barbossa's arms. Nyhelli squealed and giggled at being taken back from her mom who cooed at her as she brought the baby with her into the kitchen, "I wuv you, Nell. I wuv you!" again, she giggled and squealed, "Who's Mummy's angel, hmm? Who's Mummy's angel?"

From behind her, Hector displayed a gag face, making it seem as though he were about ready to vomit there and then, "What is it with women and babying their babes like that? It's so annoying."

They arrived in the kitchen and Azella Eskimo kissed Nyhelli, whispering quietly to her, "He's just jealous,"

Hector glared, "I can hear you and no I'm not!"

Azella smirked and handed Hector a cloth, "Be a darling and clean the rest of those plates for me, please."

Barbossa caught the dingy cloth and grumbled under his breath something along the lines of,"grumble-grumble-lazy-woman-can't-even-wash-the-dishes-because-she-had-to-go-and-get-preggy-by-a-pirate-so-she-gives-all-the-work-to-me-so-she-can-be-all-goo-goo-gaa-gaa-with-the-babe-grumble-grumble-grumble,"

Instead, though, Azella takes a seat at the kitchen table, Nyhelli drooling against her bosom, and gets ready to feed her. Hector's eyes enlarge at what she's about to do, "Oh gross! Ew! Mum! You can't take that to a different room? I don't want to see you all...exposed!"

"You're suppose to be turned the other way washing anyway! If you'd do as I say, then you wouldn't see anything," she laughed, "Now, turn and wash!"

Again, Hector mumbled under his breath, but did as his mother said and started cleaning.

"And for you, Anamaria," Elliot began, "I think this should do just fine." He pulled out a patched white shirt from the sack he carried, packed with a pair of new clothes that he had just bought; it was stained here and there on the sleeves and torso area. Along with it, he removed a pair of long black trousers and grimy boots.

Ana eyed the clothing with bulging eyes, "I'm suppose to be a servant, not a peasant!"

He frowned and the let his arms drop to his side, the clothes falling against his thighs, "Well what do you have in mind, Madame?" he asked with a mock bow.

"Uhh, a dress perhaps? Nothing to King-Queen-and-Duke's-Empress, but something that looks presentable."

Tia arched a brow, "All dis comin' from de girl who prefers fish scalin' ova hair stylin?"

Ana smiles with an annoyed twinkle in her eyes, "Yes, all this coming from the girl who prefers fish scaling over hair styling."

Elliot looks between the girls, his eyes darting from Ana to Tia and back to Ana, "Erm... I know this isn't the best time to be getting all into other kinds of business, but I need to ask. Is there something going on between the two of you? You seem to have been at each other's necks since you first met. It could-"

"No, it's nothing," Ana interrupted. She sighed and walked toward the nearest clothing shop, "We need to get a move on; their little celebration should be starting anytime now."

"Aye," Tia stated, glaring at the back of Maria's head as they made their way through the town.