Ginger walked around on deck, watching the crew work. She smiled as she watched them. It was a beautiful day. Everything seemed to be going good. Now that she was out of Singapore, she had no intentions on returning there. What could Sao Feng do? Kill her? She was immortal! She could go anywhere she wanted to, she was free. Free as a bird. Like Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swann. Ginger chuckled at this. Their last names were Sparrow and Swann, and they were free. Her last name was Collins. Not exactly a bird name, but she liked it. She looked up and smiled as she saw Will Turner approach her. He was a handsome lad, there was no doubt about that. Long, wavy black hair, and dark brown eyes. Not as dark as Jack's. Nobody's was as dark as Jack's. Jack's were like dark chocolate. They were beautiful eyes, but she found Will Turner's eyes to be even more beautiful for some strange reason. She liked him the second she saw him.

"Hi, Ginger."

"Hello, Mr. Turner."

"Oh, call me Will, please."

Ginger couldn't help but smile at how shy he seemed when he said that. The shy type. She liked that. Sao Feng certainly wasn't shy. He was too open. There was nothing wrong with being open, but he was way too open. Literally. He would just say whatever came to his mind at that exact second. If it was something he wanted to get off his chest, she would understand, but all the man did was talk. She had no desire to know about how he polished his "sword."

"Listen, Ginger, I was wondering, um, are you... um... that is to say... is there anyone on board this ship that you might be interested in... romantically?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, there is."

Will's eyes looked sad when she said that. Of course there was. But who? Probably the former Commodore James Norrington. He was a handsome man.

"Why so sad, Will? The person I speak of is you."

Will's head jerked up at this, causing her to stifle a laugh. Him? She was interested in him? There was hope?

"I..."

"Shh."

Ginger leaned into him slowly, and pressed her lips against his. Will closed his eyes, and wrapped his arms around Ginger's waste. She had her hands on his shoulders. This was Will's first kiss. He never would have thought in a thousand years that his first kiss would be on a pirate ship. They broke apart, however, when they heard whistles and laughter from the other crewmembers. Ginger laughed along with them, and Will's face turned at least four shades of red.

The moment was broken however, when a ship appeared on the horizon. Anamaria was looking through a spy glass.

"Colors?" Gibbs asked her.

"There are none."

Gibbs frantically began shouting orders to the crew as he ran below deck to find Jack.

Jack and Elizabeth were still in the mess hall. They had their arms around each other and were kissing and moaning.

"Mmm, you tase good, Lizzie."

"And what do I... (kiss) taste like?"

"Like oranges... (kiss) an'... vanilla... How 'bout me?"

"(kiss) Rum. The sea. (kiss) Freedom."

Gibbs came bursting through the door and paused. Jack and Elizabeth quickly pulled away from each other. Jack sighed. How many times were they to be interrupted? Could a pirate and his lady not have any privacy?

"Sorry to disturb you two, but... a ship's approaching. No colors."

Both Jack and Elizabeth quickly followed Gibbs out of the mess hall. Who could is possibly be now?