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A/N: Sorry it's taken so long for me to update this. Writers block combined with christmas, holidays and starting school again are to blame. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter six

It took a good twenty minutes for Jack Sparrow, Will and Jessica to reach the docks were the Black pearl waited. "Where are we going?" jess asked as she helped her father sail the ship out of the bay, with Jack reminding them of which rope to pull or which sail to unfurl. "To Tortuga, Miss Turner." Will stopped. "Tortuga? Jack, that is really no place for a 13 year old!" "Nonsense." Jack didn't turn from the helm "She'll be fine." "Jack, my daughter is not going to Tortuga." "Yes she is. Listen, you might have noticed that I have no crew at present. They are in the process of a spending spree in Tortuga. Getting them back may be a good idea if we're to be saving your bonny lass again." "Then Jess stays on the boat." "No, Jess comes with us. Think about it Will. You're prey enough for some 'round here. Bootstrap's grandaughter, undefended, is too good an oppurtunity to pass up." "I can defend myself you know." Jess cut in. " And who on Earth is Bootstraps? You still haven't told me." "Be quiet Jessica. Go to a cabin and get some sleep." "Oh yeah, I'm really going to sleep. Father, what is so wrong with Tortuga?" Will sighed. "Jess, Tortuga is no place for a young lady, trust me on that. If you get off the ship, I want you to stay very close to me and look straight ahead. Understood?" "Father, I do believe you've been to Tortuga." Will coloured, and Jack sauntered over. "Yes, lass, your father has been to Tortuga once before. But you listen to him and do as he says. Unless it involves hitting me over the head with bottles, oars or candlesticks, savvy?" Jessica nodded. Although all the stories she'd overheard about Tortuga had mapped it out as a totally undesirable place, she felt a sense of excitement, knowing their destination. She also loved the feeling on the ship moving so easily throught the water, feeling the wind and seaspray in her face. "An amazing feeling,isn't it, luv?" Jack was next to her. "Utter freedom. That's what a ship really is." "Freedom? I like that. I wish I had a ship." Jack grinned. "Do ye know? Maybe one day you shall have." Jess looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Mr. Sparrow, you know my parents. The only way I could ever possibly have a ship is if I was to steal one." "Commandeer. "Jack corrected. At Jess' look, he explained. "It's a nautical term. Steal, hijack, borrow without permission. Commandeer." When Jess nodded in understanding, he continued. "So commandeering a ship is the only way you'd get one, is it? I'd be very much surprised if that was the case after this little adventure." Before Jess could ask what he meant, Jack returned to the helm. He never liked explaining things in full- better to leave people guessing. And especially young Miss Turner. Until jack could question Will on why he'd never mentioned the events of 14 years previous to his daughter, it was best not to say anything to her either. Besides, Jack had better things to do with his time than giving 13 year olds family history lessons. Such as getting the ship to Tortuga. At least he had help this time; the trip to Port Royal had been anything but fun But Will had already proven his worth as a sailor, and his daughter certainly caught on quickly too. Calling Will up to the helm, he set him navigationg the ship. Then he went below decks to get a bottle of rum.

The three sailors didn't interact much for the remainder of the night. But Jack and Will talked a little after Jess had fallen asleep on a rolled up sail on the deck. "So, lad, you and Lizzie are all married, happy like?" Jack said. "So why have you kept the story of how you won your bonny lass over hidden from your kids?" Will sighed. "It was Elizabeth's idea. Don't tell our children about their pirate grandfather. I've been tempted many times to tell jessica that my father was a pirate, but thought better of it." "I see." Jack took a sip of rum, and offered Will a sip. Will declined." William, you are on my ship, under my command. If I say drink, you will drink." Will rolled his eyes and took the bottle, "Fine." He took a gulp and ended up having a coughing fit. "Ugh, that is terrible!" "Ah, 's not too bad. ' Lizabeth didn't mind it too much." He shrugged. "Course, she did burn the rest of it. Maybe she didn't like it." Will looked a little surprised. "Elizabeth hates rum. Drink of any kind, except a good wine. And then only in moderation." "Temporary insanity, it must've been. Now go and get some sleep. You look half dead." Will looked at Jack, not believing that he would be concerned. Then jack continued. "And I can't have you looking like death warmed up in Tortuga. Could attract some unwanted attention." Will glared, then went below to get a light blanket for Jess, in case it got cold. After ensuring she'd be fine, he went to sleep himself.

Jack stayed up all night. He didn't need sleep if he had his Pearl.