Right well let me see; first off I don't own anything but my own characters, so sad. Thank You to all me readers, but I was hoping I would get more reviews…I mean tell me how I am doing…the good, the bad, and the ugly! Well here you go I hope that everyone out there enjoys this:

Chapter 3…a few days later:

            It had only been three days on this blasted ship, but to me it felt like an eternity. They say this is the fastest ship in the Caribbean but I feel like we are moving at a snails pace. I can only wash the ship so many times, and how many potatoes need to be peeled? And it appears that Gibbs has taken up the habit of following me everywhere. I swear I can't get a minute away from that man. Speaking of Gibbs, I thought as I heard his heavy footsteps coming toward me. What the blast does he want now, I thought.

            "Amsterdam, pleasant seen' you 'ere."

            "Well you did tell me to 'ome 'ere and peel potatoes did you not?" I replied harshly, trying to sound as masculine as possible. I grabbed another potato and roughly started to peel it.

            "Hmmm… well anyway I was wonderen' if you could help me out for a sec, if you don't mind and all."

            I breathed out heavily, what is it he wants now, I thought. He seemed to always to try to get me to look up at something. He must have thought I was deaf, as if I didn't hear what him and Jack was saying the first day on the ship. "What it you be needen'?"

            "Well follow me and I'll show ya."

            Here we go again, I thought as I pound up the steps behind him with the potato still in my hand. Maybe I should just chuck it at the back of his head, it might help knock some cense into the man at least.

            "Aye, 'here it is, you see it?"

            "See what? I don't see nothin'" I said with my eyes still peeled to the ground.

            "Well boy you've gotta look up if you goin' see it."

            "Gibbs I told ya already anit seen whatch ya talkin' 'bout."

            At that moment I saw his hand reach out and grab my chin. What the hell? I grabbed his wrist and tried to pull it away why he tried to pull my head up. I wish I could just reach my dagger.

            "Gibbs let go of me."

            "You gotta look up to see it boy." Gibbs said in a harsh tone.

            Almost got it, I thought to myself as I lifted my knee and reached into my boot for the dagger. Got it.

            "Look 'ere Gibbs." I said while holding the dagger at his stomach. "If you don't unhand me right now, I will slit you open, and don't be thinkin' I wont."

            "But I be thinkin' you wont," came a voice from behind me. He was so close to me that I could feel him breathing. It sent a chill down my spin.

            Gibbs let go of me and said, "Aye, Capt me and Amsterdam 'ere was havin' a chat is all."

            Still holding the dagger at his stomach, "Aye, that is all, we have been chatin'."

            "Well I think the chat is over," Jack said in a sarcastic tone. "So you don't need to keep your dagger on him boy."

            I heisted a second, and slowly pulled the dagger away from him. I then said "I'll be getting' back to work then." With that I turned around and began to walk toward the stairs to head back to the kitchen, before anything else could be said. I was nearing the kitchen when I hear some footsteps behind a voice say and then me "You best be careful when you use that thing boy."

            It was Jack. I let out a sigh and kept up my pace. When I made it to the kitchen I laid down my dagger on the contour and grabbed some plates. When I turned around he was still there, and very close to me. Does this man no anything about people's personal space I thought as I shoved past him.

            "Where do you get that anyway boy."

            I slammed down the plates on to the table and walked back over to where he was standing and grabbed my dagger out of his hand and said "Captain I don't thing 'hat is any of your concern."

            "But is my boy, because this is my ship, and yous is on it, so then it would be my concern, savvy?" I knew that Jack was grinning at this, and it made me burn inside. To think I even was beginning to think he wasn't half bad, what was I thinking? How I despise him!

            "It was my FATHERS!"I screamed at him, but this time I looked him straight in the eye. I think Jack was as shocked as I was, judging by the look on his face. I quickly realized my mistake and lowered my head and began to walk off, to be anywhere but here.

            "I've seen you before haven' I boy." Jack said and reached out to grab me back but I quickly slipped away.

            "Your eyes, I know I've seen ya," Jack said as he began chasing me down the hallway. He began to curse himself for having rum that afternoon, if only he could remember.

            I began heading toward the stairs in a sprint when my foot got caught on a net that was left lying out. Blast. I could hear him gaining on me and tried frantically to get my foot untangled. He was close now, my heart began to pound faster, and I decided to just give up and began to run up the stairs when I felt a tug on the net and went tumbling down the steps.

            I lay there for several seconds with my eyes closed before saying anything. I could feel his hand on my head and I reached up and swatted it away and sat up. I tugged my hat down a little, at least it said on I thought. I tugged at the net when I saw Jack pick up my dagger I had dropped and cut it away. He then extended the dagger out to me. I snatched and stood up.

"Amsterdam, I am only going to say this once, you tell me what the hell is going on or you be walkin' the plank boy, savvy?"

I stood there for a minute and said a silent prayer, hoping that anything would happen, just so I wouldn't have to tell him. God grant me one thing in my life, I pleaded.

"Savvy?" Jack asked again, his tone had become cold.

I breathed out heavily, and ran my dagger over my hands, if only you where here Dad, if only you were here. Well I am not going to walk the plank so here it goes. "Captain…I…er…" it was at that moment that Gibbs came pounding done the steps screaming about a storm a comin' and then something about Tortuga.

Jack cursed under his breath, just when I was finally going to get the bottom of this mess he thought. "Alright' I be comin' Gibbs," he said waving his arms, " and you, why you, you stay right 'ere, SAVVY?"

I nodded, and Jack ran up the stairs. The last thing I was going to do was stay there. I quickly began to wander further down the hallway, looking for anywhere to hide. I opened any door I could find but they were all closet. I heard some footsteps and frantically opened one of the last doors, and ran inside closing the door behind me.

I turned around and leaned against the door as I heard the footsteps go past. There was a desk just adjacent from where I was standing, that had some papers spread out on it. In the opposite corner there was a small mattress lying on the floor with a sheet that looked as if it just had been thrown there. A smile grew across my face, thank God, I thought to myself. I locked the door and slide the chair under the handle, just incase. I took off my boots, belt, shirt, and hat. I shook my hair out and fell onto the mattress.

Whoever thought this could feel so good? I sprawled out on to the mattress, and closed my eyes. The last thing I heard was the sounding of the rain pounding against the ship before sleep overcame me.

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            They had finally made it through the storm and would be docking at Tortoga within the hour. Jack was socked to the bone and was in desperate need of rum. He walked toward and the lower deck.

            He hadn't expected me to stay there but he could always hope right? As he headed down the steps and saw that no one was there. Damn, he thought, I had him right there. He headed down the hallway and went to open the door to the cabin next to him to grab some rum, but it was locked. What the Bloody Hell, this just isn't my day he thought as he headed to his cabin to grab the key.

            He tossed his hat on to the bed and then grabbed the key off the table and head back toward the cabin. He unlocked the door, and pushed down on the handle to open it, but there seemed to be some resistance on the other side. He slipped his hand through the small crack he had mange to make and felt around for whatever it was. A chair, what the hell he thought. With a few gestures of his hand the chair was soon moved and the door swung open.

            His eyes followed the moonlight that was shining in through the window. It led him to the body on the mattress. Amsterdam, Jack thought as he moved closer. He leaned over me and a grin grew across his face. His eyes examined my sleeping body, and then landed on my face. "Even when she sleeps she looks tough," he thought to himself. He reached out to tock my hair behind my ear, when I suddenly I rolled over and began to mumble something. Jack froze and slowly backed away to the door. I am not going to let you have the upper hand this time he thought as he closed the door behind him and head toward his cabin. Oh, no luv, this time Jack has the upper hand!

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