By, Xorion
Disclaimer: See first chapter
Summery: The hunt is on for the Jewel of Legends, finding it is a matter of honor for pirates and royal alike. However, the Map has fallen into the hands of the most unlikely person imaginable. And what happens when she is picked up by The Black Pearl? Will be Jack/OC
A/N- Set about a year after Curse of the Black Pearl. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, I loved reading all your compliments! However, I would not mind some constructive criticism so don't be afraid to point out shortcomings.
Chapter Four: Of Introductions and InstructionsCharlotte paced the room irritably. After Elizabeth left her, she had explored the whole cabin, well what cabin there was to explore. All it consisted of was a small bed, a small bureau and a small table with a small candle. It was a small room, so small that she could only take two steps before having to turn around again. This did nothing to improve her mood.
She was in mid-step when The Black Pearl fired its first cannon. Instantly she froze in place. When the second and third cannons fired she collapsed to the floor in a heap trying to suppress memories of the attack on the White Tiger. As the fighting continued she pulled herself into the corner and curled up crying.
"Charlotte? Wake up!" A voice pierced her subconscious.
She blinked drowsily and tried to piece together what had happened. Slowly she remembered how she cried herself to sleep after the assault on the escort.
"Charlotte?"
"Mrs. Turner?" She mumbled, shaking her head to wake up further.
"How many times am I going to have to ask you to call me Elizabeth? You remind me of my husband. He wouldn't call me Elizabeth either." Elizabeth laughed.
"It's not my place Mrs. Turner."
Elizabeth sighed. "I came to fetch you, Anamaria will be showing you around."
Charlotte smoothed her rumpled clothing and followed Elizabeth up onto the deck, where she was introduced to Anamaria.
"It's good to meet ya Charlotte." Anamaria said. "Now, are ye able cook?"
"Aye."
"That's a relief. None of us on board know much about it, the menu hasn't quite been satisfactory." Anamaria informed her. "And the cap'in says yer stayin' on board a while so that's good news for our appetites."
"One always likes to know that they're in demand."
Anamaria laughed. "I don't think ye will be likin' it so much after a couple weeks. Follow me, I'll introduce ye to the crew."
Charlotte followed Anamaria quickly across the deck, the wood was a bit hot under her bare feet.
"Don't know if ye remember Gibbs."
"Of course I do! Mr. Gibbs I never got the chance to thank you for saving me." Charlotte exclaimed.
"It was nothin' Miss. Black." He turned to leave but paused. "If ye be needin' anything, just ask."
Gibbs nodded to Anamaria and walked away.
"Gibbs is the first mate on this vessel, and I'm the second." Anamaria told her proudly.
"You must be a skilled sailor to have earned such an honor."
"Perhaps, but perhaps not."
Before Charlotte could think about that cryptic comment Anamaria was introducing her to another member of the crew. After Charlotte had met everyone on board she had come to the conclusion that the iniquity of pirates only applied when in battle. Alone on the ship they were downright friendly and treated her much more courteously than she had expected.
"I must admit the behavior and overall feeling of this ship is better than I had imagined it would be." Charlotte spoke her thoughts to Anamaria.
"Were ye expectin' a bunch of barbaric men with no morals and only spoke in grunts?" Anamaria asked.
"Something of that sort." Charlotte admitted feeling ashamed. "I'm dreadfully sorry if I offended you Miss. Anamaria."
"I took no offense, don't worry. And none of that Miss. stuff, If I wanted to be treated like that I would never have become a buccaneer." Anamaria said. "Ready to tour the galley?"
"After you."
Charlotte found the condition of the galley atrocious. The entire area was filthy and teeming with bugs and other vermin.
"It's a miracle you all haven't become ill eating food made in here!" Charlotte exclaimed. "I daresay you keep every other part of this ship cleaner than this room."
"If it's not quite up to your standards Miss. Black," Jack said from the doorway. "Feel free to give it a little scrub."
Five minutes later found a disgruntled Charlotte on the floor with a pail of soapy water and a rag doing just that. Jack and Anamaria were conversing quietly in the corner of the room.
On his way out Jack stopped just to infuriate her further. "You missed a spot."
He left with a sunny smile and perky little wave leaving Charlotte staring after him incredulously.
"Who is he?" She asked Anamaria.
"Who is…? Oh, ya mean Cap'in Jack?" Anamaria gave her a thoughtful look. "I forgot, yer not from these parts. If ye lived in the Caribbean ye would have heard more than yer share of tales about him."
"He's famous?"
"He's Captain Jack Sparrow. How could he not be." Anamaria laughed to herself. "Some say he ain't worth spittin' on, some say he's the best pirate who ever sailed the high sea. But no matter what their opinion may be, it don't change the fact that they have heard of him. A bit of advice- cross him and find out yerself that he don't play fair."
Charlotte nodded slowly, she would heed the warning.
Anamaria moved to the doorway and made one last comment before disappearing.
"He was right though, ye did miss a spot."
A/N: Ok, Ok, it was pretty boring. I'm sorry. I'm also sorry to say that I will be on vacation for a week starting July 26. Ttfn!