The next morning, Katrina and Brizy sat outside the saloon.  It was a lot different during the day than at night.  The place was quiet, sleepy, only a few people sat at the counter, drinking demurely, and there were some sleeping on the floor.

"Where is he?" growled Brizy, sitting on the ground.  "It's burning hot out."

Katrina sighed.  "Maybe he changed his mind?"

Brizy narrowed her eyes.  "He wouldn't dare."

Just then, Jack turned the corner into sight.  "Hello, loves!" he called.  "Missed me?" 

"Like a lobster misses hot water."  Brizy said sarcastically.

            Katrina folded her arms.  "Where's the ship?  The crew?"

"Ladies," he crooned.  "It's all taken care of!  Come with me."  He put an arm around each of them and ushered them towards the harbor. 

"Get your paws off of me!"  Brizy griped.  "You cheated us last night!"

"First of all, Love, I couldn't help meself.  Nextly, I'm a pirate.  Now, come to think about it, those answers apply to either one of your problems."  He said, walking backwards in front of them, swaying slightly.

"Is he drunk?"  Katrina whispered after he had turned his back, "And at this hour of the morning?"

"I'm not sure."  Brizy whispered back.  "He seems relatively sober."

"Yes, but are you sure?"

"Interesting subject tha' is, but I assure you ladies, I'm as sober as… well, something, but I'm not quite sure what."  Jack said, coming up behind them.

"How did you do that?"

"I'm full of tricks, lovies." he said, winking at them.  "Now, how's about that drink ye was speakin' of?"

"We do not have any drink on us, and neither will we—" Katrina stopped short, staring.  In front of them was a large ship, black sails and flags flying in the wind.  At the top of the ship a large black flag bearing the skull and crossbones grinned down at them.

"Welcome," he spread his arms wide, "to the Black Pearl."

Katrina and Brizy stared half in admiration, and half in fear.

"Come on," Jack pushed them forward.  "We don't have all day.  It wont be long before someone notifies someone else who notifies someone else, and then we'll all be in trouble."

Katrina and Brizy looked at   each other and began walking towards the ship.  They cautiously climbed up onto the ship where the crew was already hard at work.

A man with long sideburns down his face hurried up to Jack.  "Jack, nice to have you ba—who's this?"  He stopped when he saw Brizy and Katrina.

"Ah…"Jack started. "  Wench one and wench two.  Daughters of a whore.  I imagine they—"

"I'm Katrina."  Katrina interrupted.  "And this is my half sister Brizy."

"Jack, ye ought ta know better than ta bring a female aboard…" the man warned gravely. 

"Mr. Gibbs, what about Annamaria?  Jack grinned.

"I ain't no bloomin' female!" came a voice from the rigging.

"Er…she fights like a man."  Gibbs shrugged.  "An' some'a the men swear by thunder they've seen 'er pee standin' up.

"Mr. Sparrow, you said you would have it already."  Gibbs said to Jack, looking slightly worried.

"Have what, Mr. Gibbs?"  Brizy asked.

"Dunno if I'm supposed to tell ye—"

In the introductions, Jack had slipped the bag away from Katrina, and had been rifling through it while they were speaking to Mr. Gibbs.

"The map, ladies."  Jack cut in.  "Where is it?  It's nowhere to be found." He said with a wave, tossing the bag at their feet.

"You said to keep it safe."  Brizy said.

"And?"

Brizy bent down and pulled a knife from her boot.  Jack jumped for his sword, but Brizy simply slit the hem of her dress, and pulled the map from inside.

"How many more of them little pockets 'ave ye got, wench?" asked Jack, eying her up and down suspiciously.

"As many as I need." She said with narrowed eyes.

Jack walked away from them with the map in his hands and stepped up to the helm, where he began to shout orders.  "Make sail!  Let's get out of here!"

The ship swayed and slowly began sailing forward.

"Mr. Gibbs, bring out the rum!"  Jack yelled.  "We're 'aving a going away party!"

"Best ta' throw a bottle over, to appease Triton."  Mr. Gibbs replied, ever the suspicious one.

"Ye'll be doin' none o' that!"  Jack yelled in a panic.  "Best to appease me than him!"  He swayed slightly, gesturing to the ocean.

The boat dipped from side to side as it went forward, a motion that didn't set well with Brizy, since she had never been on a boat before.

"Urg." she said, "I think I'll sit down."

"The seasickness is beginning!" laughed Jack.  "This'll be an interesting week for you!"

Brizy glared at him weakly.

Katrina sat down next to her, not because she was sick, but simply to keep her company.

"Have her drink the rum, it is the cure-all."

"I want none of your rum!"  Brizy yelled, stomach lurching like there was no tomorrow.

"She doesn't need rum, it'll only make her sicker!"  Katrina said, trying to keep Brizy from losing it.  She was staring to get a little bit queasy herself.

"On the contrary, rum is exactly what she needs."  Jack called from the helm.  "Me ol' dad gave me rum the first day I set foot on a ship, an' I've been perfectly fine ever since!  Never got sick, not once."

"How old were you?"  Brizy groaned.  Jack smiled, gold teeth glittering.

"Three.  An' a 'alf, if me memory serves me right."

"Your father gave rum to a three year old?"  Katrina asked in disbelief.

"Aye."  He chuckled.  "Though I'm not sure if it was for me benefit, or just entertainment for the crew."

"Aye," Mr. Gibbs laughed quietly.  "Ye we re totterin' around here swingin' your cup and singin' some 'orribly off-key shanty about a 'Bonny lass in Ireland'" he clapped Jack on the back.  "Your father was a one o'the best pirates in the Caribbean."

"Mr. Sparrow?"  Katrina called.

"Hrm.?"

"May we have a cup of rum?" she asked weakly, looking at Brizy.  (Whose face had turned a rather sickly shade of green.)

"Ah, now yer catchin' on."  Jack laughed.  "Fetch the rum!"

Mr. Gibbs looked at Jack for a moment to see if he was serious.  When se saw he was, he shrugged.  "Yes, Cap'n."

Katrina, who was beginning to feel slightly worse, watched Gibbs disappear into some hidden recess, and came back with two drinks in each hand.  He handed one to each of the girls, one to Jack, and kept one for himself.

Katrina and Brizy eyed theirs warily.  Brizy took a drink and had to clap her hand over her mouth.  Katrina's stomach turned over, but after a few more sips the nausea began to pass.

"Not too much at once, now."  Jack said, almost kindly.  "If you do, it will make you worse.  Besides, how can ye be whoring if you're spilling out all you've ever eaten?  I'm sure the crew have a few extra shillings…"

"Sparrow!" yelled Annamaria.  "You know as well as I do that they'll not be doing any of that!  Now, if you weren't so busy drinking and teasing, you would have noticed we're being followed!"

Jack ran to the side of the ship and looked out to see a ship closing in the distance between them.

"Is it fren'ly?" asked Gibbs, shading his eyes with a hand so he could look out.

"Can't tell," stated Jack.  "Load the cannons, but don't shoot yet."

The ship continued to grow closer, and jack raised a hand to prepare his crew to fire.

Katrina could hear a faint yelling from the ship.  "Don't shoot, Mr. Sparrow," she yelled.  "He's saying he's a friend."

Jack squinted, then his face broke into a grin.  "Nobody shoot, it's only Will Turner.

"The bloody eunuch." He said under his breath.

"Ahoy there!" a voice rang out over the water.  "Are you there, Jack?"

"For better or worse," called back Jack.  "We've got two new ones, and a destination."

"Hold on," called Will, "We're coming up soon."

The ships pulled up side by side, and a gangplank was placed between the ships

Will and Elizabeth hopped aboard the ship, and Will doffed his cap.  "Well, Jack—"

"Hello, Elizabeth!"  Jack said, brushing past Will.  "How're you doing?  So tell me, is he a eunuch?" he asked quickly under his breath, taking her arm.

"I wouldn't know…yet."  She said, puling her arm out of his.  "You said there were two new ones." 

"Ah, yes."  Jack threw an arm towards the girls.  "Meet our two new seasick shipmates, Katrina and Brizy."

Will tilted his head.  "A little young for your tastes, aren't they?"

Brizy bristled, "We're not whores, if you were going to ask!"

"I wasn't."

"Good"

"I just assumed you were."

Brizy growled and was going to jump up, but sank down in defeat.  "Forget it.  I'd get you if I felt better."

"It wasn't really meant to be offensive," Will admitted.  "That's just the type of women who hang around Jack."

"Hey!"  defended Jack.  Will raised an eyebrow.  "Okay, you're right."  Jack sighed.  "They find me irresistibly attractive, how can I help it?"

"More lies, Jack?  I thought you were going to be an honest man."  Elizabeth teased.

"I was drunk."  Jack growled.  "I'll be a dishonest pirate to me dying day."

"Oh, so that'll be sometime next week, I suppose."  Will quipped.  "I'll see you at the funeral."

"Your own, if ye don't shut up, eunuch whelp."  Jack replied, walking back to the helm and sprawling out over it.

"Good to see you again, Jack, it's been ages!"  Elizabeth giggled.  She walked over to where the girls were sitting, and sniffed one of their glasses.

"You have them drinking rum, Jack?" she cried, aghast.

"What's the matter with me rum?"  Jack asked, throwing his arms up.  "Look at all the good it's done me!"

"That's what I'm doing.  I've said it before, it's a vile drink." She grabbed the glasses.

"That's not what you said on the island…"  Jack reminded her.

"What happened on the island?" questioned Will. 

"Nothing!" she said quickly.  "Why were you giving them rum?"

"Believe it if ye will or not," sniffed Jack.  "When taken in doses, it does wonders for seasickness.  Look at 'em.  Not so green anymore.  Meself, never been sick a day in me life."

"Well, you do keep plenty handy, don't you." She rolled her eyes. 

"Yes, but not necessarily for the health benefits." he grinned.

"You scoundrel."  Elizabeth retorted.

"I've said it before, sticks an' stones."  he smirked, elbowing her as he went to refill the girls' glasses.

"Oh, no, Jack—"

"Captain Jack."

"Fine, Captain Jack, they've had quite enough."  Will said, grabbing the bottle from Jack.

"They're wenches, they haven't had enough."  Jack griped.  He glanced at Brizy, who still held her knife in her hand, and was shooting daggers from her eyes.  "Er, well, maybe they could jus' finish what's in their glass…"

"Oh, it's all right," said Brizy.  "I suppose you're right.  I don't want to end up like Jack."

" 'End up like Jack?'  First of all, it's Captain, and…you're ungrateful.  Here is spent me own time gettin' ye a ship and a crew so ye can go on your silly trip and all ye can do is say 'I hope I don't end up like Jack.'  I haven't harmed ye or taken advantage of ye.  So ye can shut your trap and think of all the goods I've done ye for.  I'm almost like your da', the way I've treated you."

"You're forgetting to mention," Katrina counted on her fingers, "Calling us whores, insulting our age, taking more than your share of the treasure, calling our mother a whore…"

"Well, besides that."

"All the times you have made insinuating remarks, vulgar or otherwise, trying to get us drunk, and need I mention that peek you took up Brizy's skirt when we boarded the ship?"

"You did what!"  Brizy yelled, brandishing her knife more freely now.

"Aye, I did."  Jack said, with a leering grin.  "But you're forgettin' one thing.  This is me ship.  I do what I likes.  I'm the captain…"  He leaned in closer to Brizy, and whispered, "savvy?"

"No, I don't savvy." She yelled, "and if you try anything, I'll cut your throat!"

With the ease of an expert, Jack flipped the knife out of her hands and had the blade inches away from her neck.  In dead seriousness he growled, "You would die if you tried."

He pulled the blade away, and handed it back.  "Tomorrow, Will teaches you fencing."

"I do?" questioned Will.

"Don't tell me you don't have about 18 swords.  You always do."

Will shrugged at Elizabeth.  "I do."

"Bloody pirate."  Brizy complained.

Katrina rolled her eyes.  "Tell me about it."

"Ye'll be wantin' to finish your rum," Jack called from the opposite end of the ship, "cause you have work to do."

"Mr. Sparrow!"

"I don't know where your mind's been, love, but I was speakin' about swabbin' the decks and cookin' our nightly grub."

Elizabeth took the girls by the arms and led them below deck.

"I have some work shifts you can borrow, and I'm sure that Annamaria would let you borrow some breeches, if you prefer." She said, showing to the galley.

"Breeches?" asked Katrina.  "But those are men's clothes!"

Elizabeth shrugged.  "But they are comfortable.  And anyway, pirates can't peek up them."

"We'll take them."