Ok, second chapter up. Yay! -jumps - I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 2: Of Sparrows and 'whores'.

Captain Jack Sparrow awoke at the hour of 5:32am. He opened one eye and looked around. The room was still mostly dark, the moonlight shone through the small window above his bed and apart from the gentle lapping of waves against the side of The Black Pearl, it was silent. Muttering to himself about "cursed insomnia…" he went to swing his legs out of bed but miscalculated the distance and promptly landed with a 'thump' on the hard floor.

"Ahh…meep", he moaned as he attempted to lift his body off the ground.

Cocking his head to make sure no one had heard his unfortunate tumble, Jack retrieved himself from the floor and slowly pulled on his boots and jacket. As he walked out the door he passed his tri-cornered hat hanging on a hook by the door. His hands came up indecisively in front of him and after a few minutes silent debate, he perched it on his head and continued on his way.

His boots hit the wooden surface of the deck and the dimming moonlight streamed onto his back as he swaggered over to the helm. His hands caressed the wheel and his lips hummed the tune of a song he had learnt long ago. He smiled at the memory of Miss Elizabeth Swann and her drunken antics by the fire, on that warm Caribbean night. Never in all his pirate life had he imagined that he, Captain Jack Sparrow, could be taught anything from a lady such as Elizabeth. But never the less, that song which had stuck with him through thick and thin came from her.

"Yo ho, yo ho a pirates life for me…

We pillage we plunder we rifle we loot,

Drink up me 'earties, yo ho!

Dadada dadada dadada dada …." His voice trailed off.

It had been 3 months since he had seen Will and Elizabeth. They had not written to him, or tried to contact him in any way and to tell the truth, Jack was hurt. He sighed as he thought back to Will's promise to write him and of course, invite him to their wedding when it came around. But surely it had been around and come and gone already, and Jack had not been invited. He let go of the wheel and set off towards the stairs.

"Stupid rich snobs", he grumbled as he ambled back below deck, "think they can just forget about me and me crew like that ey? Well I'll bloody show them", he walked towards the small crew's cabins, "no one jus 'forgets' about Captain Jack Spa-WAKE UP YOU MOTLEY BASTARDS!" he rattled loudly on each door as he passed, "RISE AND BLOODY SHINE!", he grinned to himself as the sound of an object being thrown against the wall met his ears and "Damn you Jack!" rang above the rumble of the crews emergence.

Jack smirked to himself as he spun on his heel and returned to where the yell had come from, oh yes…the young Turners were going to get the surprise of their lives…they wouldn't know what him them.

He pressed up against the door and stifled a snigger.

"That's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you, thankee very much!"

Another object slammed into the door and with a loud "HA!", Jack scampered up the stairs.

***

It was about noon when Anouk stirred and finally woke. Bright sunlight was already pouring through the open window and shining merrily onto her weary form.

"Oh my god!", she sat straight up in bed, "how long have I been asleep? What time is it? Oh bother…", she rubbed her eyes resignedly and yawned. A sudden burst of energy propelled her out of bed and she hurried over to the pitiable dressing table and tied back her hair without even brushing it. Realizing she was still in her clothes from last night, Anouk dashed to the washbasin and stripped. The water was icy cold and she shivered as she splashed it over her naked body, trying to make herself feel as clean as possible.

Changing into a dress that had known better days, slipping on some shoes and grabbing her wicker basket, Anouk scurried out the door and down to the Sunday markets.

The day was to be a hot one. Already she could feel herself sweating as she walked between stands and bargained with stallholders. Finally, she came to the last booth, a dirty old man was lounging behind the desk, smoking.

"How much for this one?", she asked holding up a little grapefruit.

The man blew a cloud of smoke into her face, took one look at her and gave her a toothy grin. "Free, darlin', if you'll keep me bed warm tonight…", he winked suggestively and reached out to grasp her arm. Anouk gagged and recoiled in disgust.

"How dare you! I'll have you know that I am NOT some common servant or maid to service you! I am my own person!", and with that she threw the grapefruit at the stunned man and ran out of there as fast as she could.

Anouk kept running as tears blinded her vision and sharp stones cut through her flimsy shoes. In time she reached her destination and crumpled to her knees, sobbing. Why was it that men always took her to be some sort of whore to be used and then discarded? Life was so unfair.

Looking up she saw she was kneeling at the docks and there were quite a few people watching her. Men, woman and children gawked in her direction, their eyes wide.

"What are you looking at?", she snapped, "nothing to see here, just a common whore crying her eyes out!", she spat out the word 'whore' with repugnance.

A young, black man came over to her and rested his hand on her shoulder. He could not speak English but his sympathy comforted her greatly. Smiling she thanked him and shook his hand. Well, now that she was here, she might as well stay and watch the ships come in. moving to sit on the edge of the pier, Anouk dangled her feet in the water and looked to the horizon.

***

Unbeknownst to Anouk, someone else was also looking to the same horizon.

Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the back of the ship and stared out to the diminishing horizon, lost in his thoughts as Gibbs, the first mate, took the wheel.

"Captain!", a voice broke through the quiet stillness of his reverie, "we're approaching Port Royal, Captain!".

Jack spun around to face the familiar sight of the town where he had first met Will Turner, the town where he was a very wanted man, the town where pirates were scorned and despised and the town where the Commodore Norrington would go to great lengths to capture him.  He grinned.

"We stop 'ere tonight!", he shouted to his crew, "and stay for god knows how long, so go an' enjoy yerselves!".

The crew cheered, it had been too long since their last break and some were beginning to feel that their captain would've continued sailing forever if it had not been for the Turners.

Jack handled the compass that didn't point north and whispered to himself, "Watch out young Mr Turner, ol' Jack's back!"

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So…  -looks nervously around-  did ya like? I really did do my best, lol. Well, please review. J

Ps. I know this chapter isn't much longer but, have sympathy, writing isn't as easy as it seems. Apologies.

Pps. I'm very sorry if anything in my story bears a similarity to anything in any other fanfictions. I swear I haven't been stealing any ideas or plagiarising. And yes, if your wondering, I am paranoid about someone thinking I stole their ideas.