I really appologize for posting this late, but my pendrive decided it would be fun to delete my story document. Luckily I only had the introduction of this chapter that I hadn't published. Anyway, I'd love to thank my lovely reviewers In-Love-With-Remus-Lupin, SoftlySpokenHeart and FunnyLittleMe. Thank you! Thank you for yur support I really appreciate it!

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I don't know if I already told you, but my ship was a large brigantine. It was about 110 feet long and the beam (breadth) was about twenty eight to thirty feet, it had oars and quite a large amount of sails. The only thing that I didn't like was that it could only take sixteen cannons.

My ship went through several changes. The plaque on the stern, which had the former name written in Arabic, was removed and one bearing the name 'The Red Star' was placed instead of it. The crew's bunk was thoroughly cleaned, the hammocks and my Cabin's mattress replaced, the sails replaced with the new red ones I had requested, the galley stocked to brim with food but we had a shortage of rum. My ship was also careened and the bottom freed of any barnacles (as was the Pearl). All in all, my Star and Jack's Pearl, by the end of our stay, looked quite new.

I didn't employ any new crew members, even though my ship could take up to a hundred and twenty crewmen (you know, the less crewmen there were on board, the larger each share would be). However, it was possible to crew her with only six men (if they were hardworking and didn't encounter any battles). Jack and I decided to split his crew and when we arrived back to the Caribbean, they were to go back to The Pearl and Gibbs was to help me find a new crew. Jack kept Mr. Cotton, Mr. Gibbs, LeJon, Marty, Hendry Cutts, Spencer Sinclair and Nigzer. Those that agreed to join my crew were Pintel, Ragetti, John Smith, Emma, Elizabeth and Mr. Remington.

"Alright gentlemen and ladies," I began just before we set sail. "I'm not going to hide the facts. We're short on crewmen and we've got loads of valuables. We must not get into any battles. When we get back to the Caribbean, you may go back to The Black Pearl or stay on The Red Star. But, until we arrive I have a couple of rules which I expect you to abide by. I expect everyone, including you Lizzie and Emma, to work as hard as possible and some more. You will be rewarded handsomely once we arrive at our destination. There will be absolutely no whoring around on my ship. And this one is especially for men; you will not disobey or disrespect me because I'm a woman. Is everything clear?" I finished my speech and waited for them to respond back. There was a lot of "Aye Captain."s and I was satisfied.

"Right then, weigh anchor and hoist the sails and raise the colours! Let's get back home with honour and pride boys and girls!" I said. And so our tiny armada, consisting of Jack's slightly masculine black-sailed Black Pearl and my slightly feminine smaller red-sailed Red Star, set sail.

We tracked back the way we came from and the monotony was broken one sunny morning when Pintel, who had taken to climbing masts to check the sails, shouted "Man overboard!" I went into 'commanding mode' in a split second. "Smith, at the helm! Emma and Lizzie, alert Jack of our new findings and signal for him to stop the ship! Mr. Remington, you have a new patient! Pintel and Ragetti, to the longboat!" And in the matter of a few seconds we were rowing towards the small bobbing figure.

I took out my spyglass and was greeted by a familiar figure with dark brown hair, clutching to a barrel and unconscious. Pintel and Ragetti were arguing about something trivial. "Shut up and row!" I barked and instantly their bickering stopped and the rowing speed increased. "Oh my God!" I gasped as soon as I saw who he was and the state in which he was. We hauled him back to the longboat and hurried as fast as we could back to the Star. The ropes were tossed and the boat raised with alarming speed. He was picked up by Pintel and Ragetti and hurried to my cabin.

Elizabeth was looking towards my cabin with a frown, not quite sure if she knew the person or not. "Lizzie, you might want to come to my cabin," I said softly as we walked over to said room and closed the door. She stopped dead in her tracks, not quite wanting to believe who she was looking at. Her eyes were wide, her stance perfectly still and straight and she had stopped breathing. "Elizabeth?" I questioned, worried that we were going to have two patients instead of one.

"Will!" She gasped as she literally flew over to the bed.

That's right; the person we had found was Will Turner, Captain of the Flying Dutchman. "Captain, we'll be needing some warm broth, immediately. He is terribly malnourished, and soup would be quenching both hunger and thirst," Mr. Remington said. "Right. I'll go check if Emma has some leftovers. There are some towels in that chest," I replied, pointing to an open chest and hurried over to Emma. Her main jobs were cooking, repairing any torn clothing or sails and sharpening any dulled knives or swords. I ran over to the galley and found Emma peeling some potatoes which we had bought from our last stop. "Emma! Is there any broth or soup left from yesterday?" I asked, slightly breathless. She shook her and opened her mouth to respond. "Bugger!" I cursed and ran out of the galley without giving her any time to respond.

"Pintel! Ragetti! Where the bloody hell are you?" I shouted looking around wildly. I jumped in surprise, seeing as they were right behind me and had given me quite a shock when they responded. "Row over to the Pearl, tell Nigzer that we need some soup without delay. Tell Jack that I told him to give you a shirt, pants and some type of boots," I said all in one breath. They stared at me as if I had sprouted a couple of extra heads. "Come on, snap to! No dilly dallying or I'll have both of you thrown in the brig without food for a week!" I threatened, whipping my hands here and there in a very Jack-like manner unintentionally. "Aye Captain!" they replied and they were gone in a couple of seconds.

You might ask, 'Why all the hassle? You don't really know him, anyway.' True, I didn't know him, but if it wasn't for him, I would have been still under Jones' command. 'Speaking of which, wasn't Turner supposed to be immortal-like and aboard the Dutchman? Then how in the seven seas did he manage to turn up in the sea holding on to a barrel?' I thought, pacing around. 'There must be a new Captain on the Dutchman, it's impossible that it ceased to exist. Otherwise we'd end up infested with ghosts. Then how is Turner still alive? Isn't it supposed to be that to 'disengage' from his duty by having someone stab his heart?'

"Captain?" I looked up and realized that they had arrived with the objects I had ordered them, and Jack. "Hand them here," I ordered as I took them from their hands. "He's in the Cabin," I told Jack as we hurried over to my cabin. I handed everything to Remington and Elizabeth and turned to go out, while they changed his sodden clothes.

However, Jack was motionless in the doorway with his mouth hanging wide open. "I swear on pain o' death that I haven't had a single drop of rum today," he said, swaying his finger around. "Or else I finally succeeded in going insane," he continued. Obviously, Pintel and Ragetti had failed to tell him that the person we had found was Turner. I pulled him out from his sleeve and closed the door behind us. "Jack, you're not hallucinating. He's Will Turner," I said.

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