A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed…my word as a pirate (much more worthy than Jack's, honestly!)

          Here is the next installment of Ava, AnaMaria and Jack Sparrow

          (Disclaimer: I do not…repeat…do not own, AnaMaria, the Black Pearl, Mr. Cotton's Parrot, Gibbs, deck swabbing, Port Royal {which is a real town, btw} and the Isla de Muerta. That is either owned, or licensed by Disney.)

            Her own father had learned that she had slipped a few drinks yesterday. Jack caught Ava. No, Ava was not mad, nor upset, or punished. Jack and AnaMaria had patted her on the back, and kissed her forehead for the first time getting drunk.

            Okay, no, that had not happened. Instead she had been sentenced to deck swabbing and translating for Mr. Cotton's parrot. Mostly Gibbs had done the latter, but it was punishment.

            "Anchors away! Anchors away!" the parrot cried at her.
            It meant she had missed a spot.

            "Ava! Ava!" her mother had called for her. Ava looked up into the horizon and saw the sun setting. It was dinnertime, in the hull of the ship.

            "Mum, is it supper yet?" she asked her mother.

            "No, Y'er father wants to speak to you, now go in and be a doll", AnaMaria whispered, and went back to controlling the ship.

            Ava went into her father's office, which doubled as his dining hall and again tripled as his quarters.

            He was sitting at the end of the table, an apple in hand, and a quill fluttering through the air.

            "Pap, Mum said you wanted me", she said nervous down to her boots. She usually never sat in the same room with the most feared pirate of the Spanish Main.

            "Love, your mother and I were talkin' moments ago", Jack said, looking up from his papers. Jack couldn't read; it was just for show.

            "Don't tell me y'er getting married and y'er going to spendin' y'er life together", Ava said conclusively.

            "I'm sending you to Port Royal to spend time with Mr. and Mrs. William Turner", he said bluntly.

              "To do what? I was there when I was a lass, I don't need to be there again", she retorted.

            "Don't be givin' be any of your mother's tongue. I get it enough from her. I want you to be something greater than a pirate", he scolded her.

            Ava stared at her legs before coming out with an outburst.

            "Mum wouldn't do this to me! She understands what I need and where I should be!" Ava cried, and left her father's quarters.

            Jack did not stand for tears. His own mother didn't cry when his father had hit her, which was probably why he had loved AnaMaria from the beginning. She was strong, and she needed to be.

            AnaMaria knocked on the wood.

            "Capt'n? We'll be settin' the Pearl down for the night, all right?" she asked him.

            "Aye", he replied.

            "Jack, what's wrong?" she asked him.

            "Just our daughter. She doesn't want to be goin' off to Port Royal, seeing how she's fallen in love with the ocean and the Pearl", he sighed.

            "Jack, I don't normally see you all distraught over our daughter. I normally don't see you distraught over anything, 'cept the Pearl", AnaMaria said softly.

            She went to go sit next to him. As she sat down, Jack took her hands into his own. Being that the two had fairly rough seafaring hands, it felt smooth in between them.

            "I've been distraught over our daughter since was last here, and that was a rough storm, aye", he said his eyes focused away on everything but AnaMaria.

            "I don't stand for her schemes, or her lies", AnaMaria replied.

            Jack said nothing, but instead freed one of his hands from AnaMaria's and ran it up her back.

            AnaMaria tried to free herself from Jack's grasp, but instead exhaled uneven.

            "AnaMaria…what happened between us?" he asked her.

            "Barbossa, my aunt, Ava. You can blame them for why we're not together everyday", she whispered.

            Gibbs burst into the room a moment later.

            "I'm sorry, Capt'n, but Ava's gone crazy", Gibbs said hurriedly.

            Jack spent no time going from the seat where he sat to the side of his daughter.

            Ava had gone up into the crow's nest, normally where one of Jack's men would have resided, and she was throwing down apples.

            "Love, what are you doing up there? Come down, or you'll find ye with a bullet wound", he called.

            Ava said nothing, only threw down another apple.

            AnaMaria came out moments later, recomposing herself from the events that had just happened.

            "Ava Townsend Sparrow you get down here right now!" AnaMaria called to her daughter.

            "Mum, I'm not goin' to any Port Royal. I've got the makin's to be the best bloody pirate in the entire world! Now, you better give up this dashed dream that I'm goin' to be some maid to some lady in Port Royal!" she yelled down to her mother. 

            AnaMaria and Jack said nothing for a few moments, and instead Jack started climbing up to the crow's nest.

            AnaMaria said nothing really; she just gave a hard glance at her daughter. It was probably a bad idea she had gone on this trip, and let Ava grow into her pirate self.

            Ava appeared at the bottom in Gibbs' arms moments later.

            AnaMaria took the ear of her daughter, and dragged her into the Captain's quarters.

            She sharply slapped Ava. Ava's head turned sharply, and then she began to cry.

            "Mum, I don't mean a word of it. I want to be a pirate, and I want to be by Pap's side throughout it all", Ava cried.

            AnaMaria did not become soft at all. She knew that her daughter was as good as dead in her eyes, and AnaMaria let her know.

            "Ava, I'm not your mother. You have no mother, nor is Captain Jack Sparrow your father", she said, and left the Captain's quarters.

            Ava came out of her father's room and went below deck to her bed. The entire crew was silent as AnaMaria left and Ava went below deck.

            "And that's a lesson for anyone one of ye! You step outta line, and I'll slap you right back into it", AnaMaria shouted, "Now get back to work!"

            The crew shuffled, and began to work.

            AnaMaria sat on the edge of the starboard side of the ship by the wheel, thinking about her daughter's betrayal to her word.

            Jack, who was navigating the ship, was using the compass that didn't point north.

            "Jack, where are we going?" she asked him exasperated.

            "Isla de Muerta", he replied.

            Then he waited for the sharp pain that would make any man step back into line.

            "Good. Perhaps they're will be a chest full of cursed gold", she answered back.

            Jack stood on the deck surprised. When they had left, she had told him that she wasn't going there.

 Gibbs came up on dock.

"Capt'n Sparrow, AnaMaria, may the crew turn in?" Gibbs asked them.

"Aye, check on me daughter before ye start sleeping drinks", he said.

Gibbs nodded, "Aye." He disappeared below deck, and closed the door. Convenient how AnaMaria and Jack Sparrow's bunks were above deck, ain't it?

            Jack realized that they had lowered anchor, and AnaMaria sat on the edge of the ship, the breeze coming off the ship. He stood next to her.

            "The Caribbean sea is a beauty", she said.

            "She's a beaut", he agreed.

            "Jack…" AnaMaria began.

            "Yes?" he said.

            "'Night, love", she said to him, and kissed his dirty hair. She turned her back to Jack went into her cabin.

            "AnaMaria…" he called out.

            AnaMaria appeared around the bend, "Yes, love?" she asked him.

            He took no more than four steps to her lips.

            They locked their lips, both pairs of eyes closed.

            "That was the opportune moment", he whispered.

            I don't think this is appropriate ending, but who cares? Just make friends with the button at the bottom…it says, "submit review".

          If you didn't know now, I do get severely drunk off of Coca-Cola.

          Mucha love…

~*J*~