By the time they lost the British Army's ship, it was pitch black outside with an exception of the lights that Sparrow had burning. Claudia emerged from the double French doors in black pants, boots, and a blue button up shirt, Anna-Maria's specialty. Anna-Maria followed her, and smiled as the man and Sparrow ran over at once. Sparrow circled Claudia as he did when they first met, eyeing her new wardrobe and smiled at Anna-Maria.

"Better?" Anna-Maria watched Sparrow as he circled Claudia once more.

"Aye, much." Sparrow stopped and smiled at Claudia, pleased. "Now you really could pass as one of us." He then passed them and walked through the French doors, as the rest of them followed. Sparrow passed through the bedroom and into a room that held a long table and a few chairs. The man with the parrot was setting the table and bringing out food for them to eat. Aha, Claudia thought to herself, So that's his job.

Sparrow took his place at the head of the table, the old man sat by him to his left, Anna-Maria sat next to him, and the man with the parrot sat next to Anna-Maria. Claudia looked around and then went to sit down by Anna-Maria. Anna-Maria caught Claudia's wrist and shook her head. She then nodded her head to the seat on the other side of the table next to Sparrow.

"The Captain has requested you sit there." She released Claudia's wrist as she turned and walked around the table. She stood behind her chair, glanced at Sparrow, and sat down. Sparrow smiled and then gave the command to start eating. Everyone dug in, except for Claudia. While everyone, including Anna-Maria, used their hands to stuff their faces, Claudia used her knife and fork, laid her napkin in her lap, and took small bites. She sipped her wine as she listened to the bodily noises of everyone else around her. She just continued on with her meal, cutting into the meat, making it bite size pieces, then placing them in her mouth, chewing politely without a sound. She was so wound up in her thoughts that she didn't even notice that after about five or so minutes, all four pirates were staring at her. She swallowed and then spoke with a confused look upon her face.

"What?" She dabbed at her lips with her napkin, and then took a silent sip of wine. Anna-Maria looked from Sparrow to Claudia.

"What I tell ya? Huh? Huh? Little rich white girl." She scoffed and then began to eat again. Claudia turned to Sparrow as the old man spoke.

"Why are you being 'proper'? You're in the company of pirates!" Claudia gazed around the table, from one to the next, to the next, to the next. She placed her fork down on the table beside her plate and then looked at the meat. She picked it up with both hands and started eating it, not making a sound. Anna-Maria caught Sparrow's attention by pointing at Claudia and acting like she was hanging herself, putting her hands back on the table and rolling her eyes. Sparrow leaned over to the man and whispered in his ear, loud enough for Claudia to hear.

"She ain't never go'ina get this one, is she mate?" The man sat for a few minutes, watching Claudia as she ate, messily but quietly, like them but not. He then leaned back over to Sparrow to answer his question.

"No, no mate, I don't think she will." He sat back in his seat, took a drink of his wine, and then began to eat again, which was obviously a sign for the others as they began to chow down. It wasn't long before they all were done, and sitting around drinking wine, and rum, and talking about their last encounter with William and Elizabeth.

"I didn't like her." Anna-Maria said as she took another sip of rum. "She was too bold, and snooty, for my taste." Claudia glared at Anna-Maria.

"You hold your tongue miss!" She responded firmly, as if scolding a child. "If you really knew her, you wouldn't think that of her. She's a caring, loving, brave and honest woman. If you really knew her, you'd look up to her, she is a wonderful role model for every girl, and that, my dear, you are." Claudia sat back, looking at Anna-Maria. She was angry with Claudia and you could see it in her face. She stood up, pushed her chair in and grabbed her bottle of wine. She turned and started walking towards the door that led to the bedroom. She stopped for a moment and looked back at Claudia long enough to say,

"You should be the one holding your tongue, for you have no right to be speaking so bold. Look at you, you are nothing out here without us. You just watch, we'll make you something." And with that she was gone.

Claudia closed her eyes and then stood up, not finishing her wine. She started walking towards the opposite door that led out onto the side of the boat, but stopped. She turned and walked back to the table. She looked at Sparrow and cleared her throat.

"Aye?" Sparrow said, once again eyeing her up and down, as if looking for a weapon. Claudia took a step back as she spoke.

"Uh, where do I sleep?" Sparrow smiled a little as he glanced at the other two men. He looked back at Claudia and eyed her again, as he responded.

"We've made a place for you below deck." He took another swig of rum. Claudia stared at him, puzzled. Sparrow put the cork back in the bottle of rum.

"Down below where you were hiding from us." Claudia stood there, as if trying to figure out a math problem.

"But isn't that your room?" Claudia took another step back, as if going to run off the boat. She looked at Sparrow as they got into an argument.

"Aye, that's correct."

"Then why did you put me up in there?"

"There was room."

"I'm not sleeping in there."

Sparrow stood up and pulled his dagger, yet again, and held it to her neck.

"You're sleeping in there, savvy?" Claudia tried to pull away, but he held on tighter.

"Yes, sir, just don't kill me." She said. The other men began to laugh as they cleared the table. Sparrow, still holding the dagger to Claudia's neck, moved closer and closed his eyes.

"Why must you always be so difficult? Your cousin was much easier to handle."

Claudia closed her eyes as he opened his to look at her.

"Huh? Why?" Sparrow took the dagger from her neck. Claudia opened her eyes just in time to see him walk to the other side of the room. Claudia felt somewhat invaded. She finally responded.

"You didn't kidnap her! Plus you weren't so, so…" Sparrow turned around.

"I wasn't so what?" Sparrow said, practically yelling. Claudia closed her eyes again.

"You weren't so persistent." She took a few steps forward and sat back down in her chair. Sparrow walked over to a window and looked out.

"Aye, that's because she belonged to Will." He turned and looked at Claudia, waiting for her to say something. She stood up and nodded her head towards him.

"I'm going to go to bed now, I shall see you tomorrow." She turned and walked away.

Sparrow grabbed his bottle of rum off the table and pulled the cork out of it. He drank the rest of it and walked out onto the ship's deck. He took position at the wheel and took out his compass. Although the compass didn't point north, he still found good use of it. He couldn't help thinking about Claudia and Elizabeth. Had he been in love with Elizabeth? No, no of course not, it wouldn't have worked out between them. He couldn't help trying to shake the thoughts from his mind. There was something about Claudia he just couldn't let go of. He tried to make sense of it, but he was too drunk to. He finally decided to call it a night and went down to the lower deck to find Claudia sound asleep on his bed. They had made a place for her, but obviously she didn't find it. Heh. He thought as he lightly moved her over, layed down on the bed and fell fast asleep.

Claudia awoke with the sun pouring in from the near window, warm on her face. She opened her eyes and layed there for a while, just thinking about what happened the night before and what would possibly happen that day. She layed there for about ten minutes before she noticed a hand had been placed on her shoulder. It frightened her, but she didn't move, as she didn't want to arouse the owner of the hand. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then turned her head to see who the hand belonged to. Much to her surprise she found Sparrow, half on the bed and half off, sleeping peacefully. Hmmm…. She thought as she yawned. She sat up and turned over, grabbing his hand and pulling it completely around her. She layed back down and went to sleep.

Sparrow woke up a few minutes later and smiled at the positing in which they were both lying. He started playing with her hair as she slept only to be interrupted by the older man banging on the door.

"Captain! Wake up! The British are back!" Sparrow got up, careful not to wake Claudia, and put on his hat, overcoat and holsters for his gun and sword. He started to climb the latter to go out on deck, but he paused at the bottom of the ladder and turned around. He stared at Claudia for a few minutes, walked over and kissed her cheek.

"Captain! Come on!" Anna-Maria was banging on the door. "We need to load the cannons!" Sparrow turned around and yelled up at her, "Ohkay! I'm coming!"

On deck Sparrow went to the storage barrels and started stacking up cannon balls and gunpowder. He then handed them to the man with the parrot, who handed them to Anna-Maria, who loaded them into the cannons.

"Gibbs! Gibbs!" Anna-Maria called to the older man while loading the cannons.

"Aye?" Gibbs called back as he climbed down the stairs into the cannon room.

"Light the cannons! Let's blow the bloody British away!" Gibbs grabbed the matches as Sparrow lined the boat with the British ship for an even shot.

"Go!" Sparrow called out, and Gibbs lit the first cannon.

BANG! The cannon hit the British ship, knocking a big whole in the side. The British backed off and stopped moving, but not before they shot a cannon back. It missed, but skinned the end of Sparrow's boat. Anna-Maria ran on deck and started messing with the sails so that they could get out of there as fast as possible. The British ship fired another cannon that missed completely. The sails finally went down and Anna-Maria let out a deep breath as she sat down.

"Captain?" She said as she took a long drink of rum from a nearby bottle.

"Aye?" Sparrow answered, looking at his compass.

"Where we going to find a crew?" She asked. She corked the bottle and lightly tossed it aside as she looked up at him, shielding her eyes from the sun.

"Totulga." He said as he glanced at her and smiled.

Anna-Maria sighed. "I was afraid you were going to say that."