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A/N: Warning- this chapter is extremely short, hence, it's just a gap placer. I repeat. This chapter is extremely short. Please read at own risk. Author is not liable for any reader/reviewer injuries. Please use extreme caution during your viewing. Thank you.

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Anamaria stood at the bow of the ship intently watching the blue waves beneath her. She pushed a wind swept strand of hair behind her ear and crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself tightly.

"Watcha starin' at?"

She turned around, her face aglow with contentment. Her lips drew back in a small smile as she gestured below to the water before leaning way over the railing; so far over in fact that Jack thought for sure she was going to topple right over the side. Reassuring himself, he placed an arm around her shoulders before leaning to look.

Dolphins; they were everywhere. Their sleek bodies raced against the ship, the wake creating a playful obstacle in which they swam in and out of. Several of the gray mammals leapt from the water, the show of playfulness a beautiful sight to see as they continued to dart back and forth in front of the vessel.

A grin twisted on Jack's lips, his dark eyes lighting up with laughter. "They'll ride with us all the way to the reef," he commented, one hand pointing out to the horizon marking their path. "Never seen this many up close before though."

Ana looked at him, a skeptical expression on her face. "I highly doubt you leave the helm long enough to enjoy such a sight, Jack."

The pirate captain stared out ahead of him, his head giving a curt nod. "Before now, you're right. I never did care much to watch their play; the Pearl was my utmost concern. But now, I've experienced more of life and I know how fragile it is. Life is too short to not enjoy the ride," he added, his fingers twisting in her hair.

Ana rested her head on Jack's shoulder, his arms wrapping around her in a tight embrace. "So where to now?" she asked lazily, her slim fingers picking at a stray thread on his shirt.

He shrugged lightly, his chin resting atop her head. "Guess where ever the wind blows us, love. Have ye any suggestions?"

"Well," Ana contemplated. "We could take a vacation, say perhaps to the colonies or go to Tortuga or we could visit Will and Elizabeth."

Jack remained silent for a few moments before saying, "A vacation in the colonies sounds intriguing, but even with the Pearl it'd take a month or longer to get there. I'm not entirely sure making a trip that far with ye is a good thing, so we'll skip it and save it for later."

Ana chuckled, "And Tortuga?"

The pirate captain shifted his weight. "We're closer to Port Royal," he stated bluntly.

"So Port Royal it is," Ana suggested. "Besides, it's been months since we've seen them."

Jack nodded. "Aye, it has been a while. Wonder what the whelp has been up to."

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"LeeAnn Renee Turner!"

The small toddler instantly froze at the tone, a look of innocence on her face. Despite her young age, the girl knew when to stop, the tone of her father quickly overthrowing all thoughts.

Will Turner: blacksmith, pirate, husband and father, stood nearby, his face firm as he held a hand out, his palm facing up. "Hand it here," he ordered the small child before him, his lips thin lines.

The youngster turned pouty lips to her father as she dropped the object she held in her chubby fingers into the outstretched hand of her father. "What have I told you about sneaking in here and taking daddy's things?"

She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide with innocence. "Sowwy," she pronounced brokenly, her tongue still unable to form words properly. She glanced upwards hopefully, a smile dancing across her fair-skinned face. Will sighed and ruffled her hair as he moved past her replacing the wooden sailboat on his desk.

He studied it momentarily, a grin of his own mastering his features as a thought passed his mind quickly: Captain Jack Sparrow.

Jack had given him that wooden boat; said he carved it himself. Whether the pirate was telling the truth, Will would never know, but the gesture was nice and it was an object that the blacksmith valued highly. He sat in his chair, scattered pieces of parchment and a quill before him, the signs of writing notable on one sheet of paper.

The young child clambered into his lap, her tiny hands gripping his shirt firmly. "Dada pway?" she asked hopefully, pointing to the tiny ship carving. Will stared between his daughter and the ship before chuckling, his fingers deftly plucking the figurine from it's spot as he held it in the air.

"Do you know what this is, Lee?"

The toddler stared at the ship and then her father before shaking her head yes. "Toy," she announced happily reaching for the object.

"It's a ship," he corrected as he gladly handed it to her. He watched with amusement as she tried to pronounce ship, her bright eyes lighting with laughter. She rested in the crook of his arm, her small hands grasping the wooden figurine as Will gently began telling her a story about the Black Pearl and her captain…

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A/N: Quick note or more like a suggestive reading column. A little something new I'm gonna start, provided I can find five stories that hold my interest long enough to preach about. (And they might not all be PotC related, so sue me!) Let's hope I've got five this week and we'll go from there, savvy?

This week's top 5 most wanted fics:

1. Don't Let Go by: starrynight265

2. Renegade by: Special Eddie

3. Faraway Dreams by: Solitary Confinement (hugs)

4. Legends and Lore: Where Bedlam Rules by: L' Morgan

5. Caveat Emptor by: Rat

Also, be on the lookout for this new reviewer/writer: Tortuga Wench

All this and more soon to come your way, so keep a weathered eye out!

Special Thanks to my reviewers: you know who you are! Rum n hugs for you all.

-J