Jack stared in shock for a long moment. "Eleanor.Turner."

She smiled. "Bounty Hunter." She pulled a rope from under the
skirt and tied it around Jack's wrist holding the pistol on it
with her other hand then bound the other end to her own wrist.
"It's nice to see you again, Mr. Sparrow. Lets be on our way,
shall we."

She opened the door and led him out through the back way, down
towards where the docks where she had harbored her ship. Jack
followed behind her silent as she searched the line of boats tied
there for her own.

"Will and Elizabeth's daughter, a bounty hunter." He said finally.

"You should be proud Sparrow. You inspired me." She led him up a
ramp onto the deck. She'd told her crew she'd bring this one in
alone. They were probaly all still back at the tavern drunk as
pigs. She shipped of.

They were far out to see before Jack spoke again. "I don't suppose
Will and Elizabeth know you're a bounty hunter."

Actually her parents did know. And didn't approve. But she'd left
home long ago and barely saw them, but she wrote often. "Of course
they do. I'll give my father your best if you like." She smiled at
him and lifted and eyebrow at the amused smirk on his face.

"You do that. So.how long till I'm bartered of?"

Eleanor's temper raged. Why wasn't he upset!? Or worried!? Why
wasn't he furious. She wanted him to feel all the same,
conflicting emotions she had when he'd sailed away in the night
when she had been a child.

"As soon as possible." She snapped.

"Elizabeth's temper alright. I guess there'll be no living with
you either."

She stormed up towards the helm and spun when she felt him behind
her. "Why are you following me, Mr. Sparrow." He arched an eyebrow
and lifted his wrist from where the rope tailed. She glowered then
quickly untied it from around her wrist.

It was just like her Eleanor thought. To fall for an impossible,
irritating, scoundral. Bur he belonged to her, whether her knew it
yet or not. And soon he would know it. She looked at him. He was
lounging on the deck his old, worn hat dropped down over his eyes.
He looked just the same as she remembered. Gorgeous.

"Aren't you the least bit worried about being turned in." She
demanded.

"Not really. Once you've almost been hanged twice the anticipation
kind of fades, luv."

"Do you call all women luv?" She asked.

He didn't lift his hat from his face to speak to her and that
irritated her all the more. "Yeah."

"Don't." She said the ward sharply. He did tilt his head up to
regard her steadily then and she looked away of towards the east.
She saw another ship about half a day a way and wondered if Caine
really wasn't as far away as she thought. "We're heading to
Tortuga first. I have some business there." She didn't know why
she told him that.

He grinned. "Oh good. My favorite vacation spot." She shot him a
withering look and he shrugged shielding his face again.

'That's what I get for choosing a pirate,' she thought silently.