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Thanks for the reviews everyone! Oh, and Tabby! Thank you for your advice, I did take some of it into consideration. I will build Sarah up more as the story moves along. I hope that I added enough details. Practice makes perfect, and that's basically what I need. I promise that by the time I'm finished with this I will make you proud! Thanks SOOOO much for being my beta reader!

Chapter 3

Sarah woke up the next morning to find Jack standing over her bed with a bucket of water in his hands. "DON'T YOU DARE JACK SPARROW!" She yelled as she jumped up, the blankets wrapped around her legs. He grinned and put the bucket down reluctantly.

"You're no fun. Wakin' up before I could drench ya."

"And it's a good thing I did!" She screamed, her face turning red with rage.

He laughed and walked towards the door. Once he reached it he stopped and turned around, looking her up and down.

"You might wanna hurry up and ge' dressed. Breakfast goes fast around 'ere. Oh, and you look good in me shirt! Show's off your figure, even if it is a bit...loose on you." he said winking at her, and showing off his gold teeth with a wide smile.

He laughed as he saw her face turn red from shame of being seen in her night clothes, which more or less left her legs bare since all she was wearing was an old shirt of his that came down to her knees. She growled under her breath and watched as he turned around, but before he could get completely out of the door way she had quickly freed herself from the blankets, grabbed the bucket of water, and tossed it onto him. He stopped dead in his tracks and whirled around to see her looking at him with a triumphant smirk on her face.

"Now was tha' necessary?!" he asked throwing his hands up in the air.

She shrugged, "You were going to do it to me!"

He glared at her and turned around, grumbling under his breath as he walked away.

When Sarah had arrived to breakfast she found that the room was empty. Thought it was not void of the mess the crew had made earlier, and all that was left for her to eat were a couple of pieces of bread and some wine. She rolled her eyes and grabbed it before someone else came in and decided to claim it for themselves. The bread was stale, but she wasn't even about to complain. After all, it was either stale bread or nothing. After she finished she walked up onto the deck and saw Jack at the wheel.

"Oy! Sarah! Come o'er 'ere luv!"

She did as he said and stopped when she was next to him, looking out at the ocean. The morning sun casting a beautiful orange glow on the sparkling water. He looked at her and grinned, knowing how hard it was going to be for her to do her chores. *Revenge is wonderful* he thought to himself, remembering his first time swabbing a deck as a cabin boy.

"Okay, so today you'll start with swabbin' the deck. Wilkins 'ere will help you. I figured that I woul' start ye out easy it bein' the firs' day an all."

With that a black haired man with one eye missing, only to have been replaced with a patch, walked up to her and raised the eyebrow over his 'good' eye. Sarah looked at him then back to Jack. Her eyes wide with disbelief. Wilkins watched her and rolled his eye.

"Come now. Can' stan' around all day." he said harshly to her and walked off.

She looked back to Jack, and he smiled micheviously at her.

"'Ave fun luv!" he said as he looked back to the horizon, every now and then checking his compass which never pointed north.

She turned and followed Wilkins over to a door with a few holes between the black boards, and watched as he opened it to revile a closet with a mop and bucket inside of it.

"This 'ere is were the mop goes. Keep it in 'ere. The capin 'ates to find things strown around on 'is deck."

She nodded and followed him as he walked to the side of the ship and hooked the bucket to a rope, let it down, and brought it back up full of water. He sat it on the deck and shoved the mop into Sarah's hands.

"Report to the Captain when ye're done." he growled.

She watched as he turned around and headed down below decks. *Probably going to get drunk no doubt* she thought rolling her eyes. He was by far the most unfriendly pirate on the ship, and the most frightening. She sighed as she wet the mop and started cleaning. About two hours and ten splinters later she had finished. She shielded her eyes with her hand and looked up at the sun, which had now risen high in the sky. She sighed as she could feel her face burning from a sun burn, and the back of her new shirt completely wet with sweat. She picked the bucket up and walked to the side of the ship, dumping the remainder of water out into the ocean. After she had rung the mop out she walked to the closet to put it and the bucket up. She paused as she opened the door as a rather larget spider spun it's way infront of her. Her eyes went wide and she covered her mouth. When she backed up she ran into something, or rather someone, and heard him laugh at her. When she turned around she saw none other than Jack Sparrow.

"Why, it's jus' a lil' spider love. Nothin' to be afeard of."

"Apparently you, or no one else you know, have ever been bit by one Mr. Sparrow. If you had you would understand why I hold such dislike for them."

"Let me guess." he said swaying a bit and putting his hands together "You were bit by one when you were younger and almost died."

She glared at him for the taunting way he had said it, and for painful memories beginning to surface. It was everything she could do to restrain herself for knocking him right off the ship.

"No," she said shorty "that's happens to be how my best friend died when I was ten."

She watched as his kohl lined eyes turned wide and sympathetic.

"I'm sorry Sarah." he stammered, walking closer to her.

He could see tears forming in her eyes and watched as she looked down, trying to hide the fact. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt really terrible for saying what he had.

"Why should you feel sorry?" she sniffed as a tear rolled down her cheek, "I'm just the silly girl you brought aboard to mend clothing and swab the deck."

Her voice was low and full of hate. Jack reached his hand out and put it reasurringly on her shoulder. She jerked back and grabbed it with her own hand, tossing it off of her. She looked up at him and scrunched her small nose, a habit she had ever since she was a small child when she would get angry at someone.

"Sarah, I'm sorry luv." he said, hopeful that she would forgive him for the pain he knew that he had brought onto her.

She shook her head and ran past him to her room. He took a deep breath and ran after her, determined to make her listen to his apology. He was close behind her, but when she ran into her room she slammed the door shut and locked it. He jiggled the handle, then beat his fist on the door in defeat.

"Sarah! Please luv! Just hear me out!"

She looked up at the door, watching the handle move from him trying to open it. She took her pillow and threw it at the door.

"GO AWAY JACK! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Jack stopped and put his head against the door.

"Hey now, what's goin' on 'ere Jack?" said Hughes as he walked to his captain.

Jack turned around and looked at his first mate. He swayed a little and put his hands in the air beside of his head, then walked past him to the deck.

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Jack watched Sarah with concern at dinner that night, for she had only picked at her food and ate very little. Hughes also shared the concern for the girl and looked at Jack with a pleading eye. Jack nodded his head as if he understood the meaning behind Hughes look and turned to Sarah.

"Sarah, woul' you min' joining me for a minute?"

She looked up at him and put her fork down. When she reached Jack he took her arm and led her outside of the room and onto the deck. He looked at her pleadingly only to see that she was paying him no attention. Instead she had her back turned and was looking at the sun set, and watching dolphins jump in and out of the water in the distance.

"Sarah, I.."

She turned around, narrowing her eyes and shaking her head.

"You just don't get it do you Jack? Please, just leave me alone. I really do not feel like talking about it. Especially with you, savvy?"

She gasped as she realized that she had said savvy and held her hand to her mouth. Jack grinned and reached for her hand, uncovering her mouth.

"You just used me word." he said gently as he stepped closer to her.

"It was an accident. I can safely assure you that it will never happen again." she said as she turned back around to ignore him.

"Oh, tha's a shame. I did like hearin' ye say it. It sounds so...delightful if you will....to hear you say it."

He walked to the railing next to her and leaned on it, keeping his eyes on her the entire time. She took a deep breath and looked at him.

"Jack, just say what you were going to say and be done with it." she snapped at him.

"I was jus' wanting to say that I was sorry. I shouldn'ave said that to ye about the spider."

"Your right, you shouldn't have. But still, what is done is done."

She paused and looked back out at the ocean, the sun now set, and the stars peering out of the darkness.

"It's getting late and I believe that I still owe you a lesson on how to read." she said smirking a bit. Truth be known, she couldn't wait to see Jack make a fool of himself. And something told her that teaching him how to read was going to be very interesting.

He smiled, glad that she was no longer 'mad' at him and nodded his head.

"Aye, that ye do. Jus' do make it interesting woman!"

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"No, no, no. Like this." Sarah said as she took Jack's hand in her's and helped him glide the quill across the page to form a cursive A. He smiled as he felt her warm hand on top of his and looked up at her.

"Can't keep your 'ands off of me can ye?"

She rolled her eyes and stayed focused on helping him draw the A, and she knew that he was indeed paying attention to her, but unfortunately not in the way that would help him learn to read.

"You're impossible Jack Sparrow. Now, if you are wanting to learn how to read, then you have to know the alphabet and how to write it." she said like a cross teacher talking to her student, which was basically true.

"But why does it have'ta be so boring? You're the only thin' tha' keeps me entertained with this." he whined at her.

"Well, I'm sorry. But if you want to learn then you have to endure this until you have it all firmly placed in that small brain of yours."

"Well, I'm tired o' doin' this tonight. 'Ow about you read me somethin' out of tha' book of yours?"

She yawned and stretched her arms out, swinging one right infront of Jacks nose, stopping before it collided. He looked at it, his eyes crossing a bit and surprise written all across his face.

"No, I really don't want to read to you before you learn how to read yourself. It defeats the purpose a bit don't you think? Besides, I am getting tired and think that I should retire to my chambers. Goodnight Mr. Sparrow."

He watched as she walked away and sighed. He was just about to get ready to get some rest himself when she came walking back in, her auburn hair falling in her eyes.

"By the way." she said as a matter-of-factly. "I am going to be giving you a test at the end of the week to see if you are ready to move onto making words. So I would suggest you study that chart I gave you. Goodnight."

He watched her close the door, his eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. *She's giving ME at TEST! How dare she! No one gives Captain Jack Sparrow a TEST!* His face was red with anger. He calmed down a few minutes later and picked up the chart she had made out for him with the letters on it. He rolled his eyes as he looked at it.

"I don' need this tonight. Actually, I don' ever need this." he paused and staggered a bit. "But I did get me self into this bloody mess." He paused again and looked at his private cabinet where he kept his best rum. "Oh well. Can' do anythin' about it now. But, I can let rum drown my sorrows. For tonight at least."