(AN) Ok! Another chapter! I really hope you enjoy it. It took me a really long time. So yeah. I'm tired, school is…over for the week, and I'm tired. But as always, this and all my chapters are devoted to God because he helps/ lets me write them. And I don't own Jack Sparrow….*raises eyebrow*…but yeah. Everyone else is mine, I think. I'm pretty sure. So yeah, I'll stop rambling at you and let you enjoy. J

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Fourth Chapter- Greek!

Meg sneaked through the door of Jack's room at the cave, and stood with her back to his curtains. She looked at Jack. He was sleeping on his back like a baby…oh well. Tiggs did say that breakfast was ready. She quickly thrust her hands behind her and grabbed the curtains, "FIRE! FIRE!" she swung open the curtains, letting light pour through the room. She grimaced, braced for the sound of Jack's yelling, swearing, and him kicking her out of the room. It's worth it! She waited for a few seconds. Nothing happened. She slowly opened her eyes. He hadn't moved!

She cautiously walked over to the bed, looking at his face. His nose was twitching. She moved back as another idea occurred to her. She took a few steps back. Here we go! Hope he isn't too mad. After all this is for his benefit. He gets to eat because of me. She smiled, took a deep breath and got a running start towards his bed, took one step onto his bed, and pounced on his stomach. She started to take another step to get out of there, but she didn't get that far.

Jack's hand shot up and caught her foot, bringing her down on him with a scream. "Ahhh!"

Jack let out a yell of his own, grabbed his knife and thrust it at her. She rolled off just in time for the pillow to get the blow instead of her, and she scrambled to the window.

Jack's eyes shot open, "Ahhh!" he flung himself on the floor to escape from the bright morning light. "Who are ye and what business do you have in me room!" Jack grimaced again. He had to learn not to yell.

Meg stood up, still shaken and slightly ticked, "It's me."

Jack stood up with the knife still in he hand and sighed, putting one hand on his forehead to cover one eye and help soothe his pounding headache, "Who's me?"

"Meg."

"Woman!" Jack sat down on his bed, "Don't you know never to wake a pirate!" he exhaled sharply.

Meg just glared, "You tried to spear me like a whale!"

"How was I to know you weren't one!" Jack shot back.

Meg's mouth hung open, "What is that supposed to mean!"

Jack took a deep breath, plopped back onto his pillow, and exhaled, "Shut the bloody windows…"

"The windows aren't open!"

"The curtains! And sit." he hit the bed where he wanted her to sit.

She shut the curtains, and sat on the other side, "Yes Captain Jack Sparrow?" she said while clenching her teeth.

He looked at her with his eyes squinted, "Why aren't you still asleep?"

She looked back at him, "I woke up."

He sighed, "I mean, why aren't you worse than me?"

Meg smiled and said in the sweetest voice possible, "Why would I be?"

Jack looked hard at her, wondering if he'd missed something, "Weren't you drunk?"

"I didn't have any bottles."

Jack gaped at her, "Did you have any?"

Meg smiled sweetly, "Nope."

"But you passed out. On me!"

"Yeah, I know. Good thing too. You were going to kiss me." Jack smiled. "Don't even Captain Sparrow." Meg warned. "I know a thing or two about defending myself, and you don't have the excuse of being drunk for me to take pity on you."

Jack looked away nonchalantly, "Pity? Love, I don't need your pity. Or did you forget, you're not my type." A thought occurred to him and he looked back to her, "Did you really pass out Love?"

Meg looked down, "Well I was tired." suddenly a thought occurred to her, "If I'm not your type, why did you try to kiss me?"

"Well Love, I was drunk. All common sense and taste goes out the window when I'm like that."

"Ahh!" She stood up with her fists clenched and punched him, "Captain, Breakfast is ready. I hope you have enough taste for that" and with that she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Jack grimaced again, The damn woman should learn not to slam doors! He rubbed his cheek. She could slap, but she couldn't punch worth a bucket of cheese.

"All taste goes out the window," Meg mumbled, "All taste goes out the window he says,"

"Lass!" Meg turned around glaring. She saw Tiggs and was immediately sorry. Tiggs appeared to take no notice of it, "Is Jack up?"

Meg rolled her eyes, "Yes. Tiggs, why aren't you hung over?"

"That is…what was it? E-43 classified?" Tiggs said with a smile.

"G-14, but close enough." Meg smiled.

Tiggs lifted part of her sleeve, revealing a cut in the fabric, "So you jumped on him, eh?"

Meg looked at the cut and sighed, "Yes, how did you know."

"That, is…"

"G-14 classified." Meg finished.

Tiggs nodded, "Next time, get a mug of rum, put it in a bucket of water, set it on fire, and leave the room. He'll get up."

Meg shook her head, "I won't ask because I know it's…

"G-14 classified." Tiggs finished simply. They both looked at each other and busted out in laughter.

"Darn it!" Tiggs exclaimed, looking at the bubbling stew.

"What"

"I forgot the Red Dragons."

Meg arched her eyebrow, "The Red Dragons?"

"Aye, they're herbs that only grow in this part. They're what makes this stew eatable. If you don't have it in, it's not pretty. You get a fever that makes you feel as hot as hell in the coldest winter nights. You see things that aint really there. Sometimes it gets so bad, you don't know what's real and what's not. You can't keep your feet under ya. Can't keep anything down. It's a miracle if you keep water in ya for more than three minutes. Ya haven't got any color in your cheeks cause everything is just trying to keep yer heart goin'. Trust me, you don't want this stew with out Red Dragons. I don't know how they do it, but they keep ya healthy. They make it taste mighty good too." Tiggs grimaced, "Say, would you mind goin' out and getting' me some? If I leave, the crew will get up and scarf this down like beggars before the feast, and never know the difference."

Meg saw no harm in it, "Sure, what does it look like?"

"Their leaves are red with black edges. But watch out, the flowers bite."

"Hmmm." Meg could just imagine a huge Venus Fly Trap with red and black leaves, "Ok, what do the flowers look like?"

"They're kind of gray like. They look almost dead, but let me assure ye, they're not. Here." he gave her a sack "Put them in this."

"How many do I need?"

"Bout five or six good sized chunks."

"Alright. They're all over the place?"

"There's a little pond out of the mouth of the cave and east of here, bout 25 paces South and you'll find 'em. Thanks lass."

"No problem." and she set out to find the Dragons.

"How far east do I have to go?" Meg wondered out loud. Her feet were starting to ache. She tried to look further ahead to try and see if the pond was near, she slipped off a rock and went tumbling into more rocks. "Ow." Meg thought she'd stay there for a while. …ok time to get up now. Sharp rocks don't make for nice pillows. She stood up and examined herself. She was most definitely going to need another dress. The nightgowns were very close to being considered rags. She was going to need shoes if she was going on any more errands like this. Her feet were bruised and slightly bloody. She sighed and went on as best as she could. She was coming up on a cliff. Maybe she'd come too far. She didn't have a great sense of direction, and she could have wandered off course quite easily.

She felt a sharp point in her back, "Von't move."

She almost turned around due to the strange accent, but remembering the sharp point in her back, she dropped the sack and put up her hands instead.

She felt the point move as the figure rifled through the sack, "Vhat? No food?" the he stood upright again, "Are you armed?"

The question caught her off guard, "Uh…no."

The he hesitated for a moment, then the point against her back dropped away. "Okay, den." the stranger's voice was lighter and …bouncier

Meg whirled around to see her would-be looter. He was a she! And she was wearing a purple hat, "Who are you?"

The stranger suddenly stood taller with obvious pride, "I, am Greek!" she said with a sweep of her arm, "The best pirate in all of Swveeden," she leaned foreword and squinted, "Arv!"

Meg looked her over again, some how getting past the purple hat. Her shoes were black, her socks were dark green and stripped. She was wearing pants, and they were black. She had a green sash around her waist. Her white shirt was soiled significantly. She had a long black jacket. Her hat was…purple, accompanied with a green feather. Her long black hair was braided in a singular braid down her back, "Greek…"

"Yes, dat is my name ya."

"You're not one of the crew are you?"

Greek glared, "I'm not part of any crew."

"Then how did you get here?"

"I got here because I'm not part of any crew!"

"What do you mean?"

Greek leaned foreword, "My crew vas mutinous."

"You were a Captain?" Meg was surprised.

"Vas, but like I said, my crew vas mutinous."

Meg's instinct kicked in again, and she picked up her sac, "I have to look for something, do you want to come with me? We could talk about it if you wanted."

"Vould you get me food? I'm starving."

"Sure, you haven't happened to see a pond anywhere near here, have you?" Meg said, remembering her sore feet.

"Ya, tis over there, just over dat ridge."

Meg rolled her eyes, "Of course it is." and she started off, "So why are you here?"

"Vell, I was drunk,"

"Of course you were."

"And I picked the vong crew."

"Oh."

"Tiggs!" Jack yelled.

"Yes sir." Tiggs replied calmly.

"Where in the world is Meg, why aren't I eating by now, and where the bloody hell is Meg!"

"I sent her to get something I can't do without for breakfast. There are yer two answers."

"Sent her out to get something? Tiggs, the woman can't defend herself worth a bucket of beans!"

"The woman will be just fine! 'Tis not like I could've left to get it!"

Jack scratched his head, "No I s'pose not. When is she going to be back?"

"I don't know. Hopefully before long, the men are getting restless. Why do you need her?"

Jack sighed and glared, "I need to talk to her."

"How mad did ye get her?"

Jack rolled his eyes, "She thinks I think she's fat, and that she's not attractive at all, and has no taste."

Tiggs looked at him, "Jack. Why did you go and say those things?"

Jack's mouth gaped, "I didn't! She thinks I said it! But I didn't! I know enough about women to know not to say those things."

Tiggs nodded his head, "Right. Well, you best get squared if she be stay'n with us."

"Where's me food!" a crewmember roared. Another soon followed suit, wanting their food now.

Meg had gone about twenty paces south and saw the patch of Red Dragons.

"Vhy do you need dese?" Greek asked.

Meg looked at her, "It'll be ugly if I don't."

Greek nodded and started to reach for one, "No! Wait!" Meg shouted, "They bite." Meg demonstrated by throwing a stick into the patch. The stick was latched onto by one flower and it shot off in two pieces, causing a chain reaction that involved the entire patch.

"Vank you." Greek said, still wide eyed with awe, "So, how do ve pick dem?"

Meg stared at the patch; she didn't expect them to bite that hard, "I don't know." Meg examined the flowers that had bitten the stick, "They're not letting go."

Greek raised an eyebrow, "Ves I can see dat. And…?"

Meg smiled, "So we can pick them now."

The trip back had been a lot faster with someone to talk to. Meg and Greek were getting along quite nicely.

Meg saw Tiggs waiting anxiously by the mouth of the cave. When he spotted her the relief was intense on his face. He ran towards her. He eyed Greek suspiciously, "How many did you pick Lass?"

"About 12, why?"

"I need them now!" he snatched the sack and ran off with Meg and Greek trailing behind.

"What's wrong Tiggs?" Meg yelled after him.

"The crew ate the stew!"

Meg looked at Greek, "That's bad."

When they got to the cave, Tiggs emptied the bag over one of the tables, "Lass, get about two kegs of rum. They're in that far tunnel there." Tiggs pointed. Meg nodded and ran off with Greek. Tiggs started to prepare the plants to put them in rum and stopped, "Lass, there's sticks in 'ere!"

"They were easier to pick that way!" Meg shouted over her shoulder

Meg and Greek returned rolling two kegs of rum. Tiggs hurriedly set them upright and opened the lids, he handed them two bowls of what looked to be blood, and long wooden spoons, "Put this in there and stir."

Meg and Greek obeyed, "Lass, why did you pick more than I told you to?"

"Because I was there, it was easy, and I didn't want to have to do it again. How's that Tiggs?" Meg stopped stirring and let Tiggs taste.

"Good, now get some mugs and give it to the crew."

Meg got some mugs and they began filling them with the Red Dragon Rum. "Tiggs," Meg asked, "What's going to happen to the crew?"

"Oh, they'll feel like they're hung over for an hour, then they'll be fine, hopefully."

When they had about half of the mugs filled, Meg started to go distribute them. Tiggs stopped Greek from joining her, "Ye better stay here if ye know what I mean."

Greek nodded and stayed behind filling more mugs.

Tiggs eyed Greek, "Who are ya." he moved his hand to his cutlass.

Greek suddenly stood taller with obvious pride, "I, am Greek!" she said with a sweep of her arm, "De best pirate in all of Swveeden," she leaned foreword and squinted, "Arv!"

Tiggs arched his eyebrow, convinced that she wasn't a threat, he removed his hand from his cutlass and relaxed, "Sweden? I've been there."

After the crew had their share of Red Dragon Rum, the side effects were showing. Cranky and light sensitive pirates aren't much fun to be around, so Meg went in the back to talk to Tiggs.

"So, Lass, has Jack talked to ye yet?" Tiggs asked as she walked toward him.

Jack, She scowled. She was glad she hadn't seen him. Jack! She stopped short, "Tiggs, did Jack have the stew?"

Tiggs looked at her, "I don't think so Lass."

She started up the wooden stairs, toward his room. If that egotistical, self-assured, 'not my taste' pirate gets sick. Ooohhh!

She was so busy making up insults and threats, she didn't see him turn the corner.

That woman! She should learn to stay in one place! Here I am trying to find her to apologize, something I can't believe I'm doin'! And' what does she do? She goes on a scavenger hunt, for what? Herbs! For stinking plants! He stopped walking and waited with a scow for her to come to him.

If he's not in his room! I'll gut him like a whale! How do you like that Mr. Sparrow!

She walked right past him and his jaw dropped. How dare she! "Where the bloody 'ell have you been!"

She stopped and stiffened, clenching her fists until her knuckles were white, and she turned around, and charged at him, stopping so she was looking up into his face, "Captain Jack Sparrow! Did you eat the stew!"

"I asked ye first!"

"I don't care!"

"Answer my question!"

"Answer mine!"

"No!"

"No!"

"Why the bloody 'ell not!"

"Because I asked you first!"

Jack's mouth hung open, "Ye did not!"

Meg was flustered, "So! You should answer mine first!"

Jack gave a fake smile, remembering his manners, "Ladies first."

Meg returned the favor, "Oh, in that case. Go right ahead!"

Jack scowled and Meg followed suit.

Tiggs yelled from down below, "Lass! He hasn't had any! It would've taken a hold of him by now!"

Meg just stood there, staring at him for a moment then stormed past him, down the stairs.

Jack looked at the crew who were still laying on the ground from their Red Dragon Rum, "What do you think you're doin', you mangy dogs! We've got things to do!" he started barking orders and the crew reluctantly got moving, just to get him to stop yelling, "Get us underway! Load the supplies, weapons, everything! Get movin'! Now!" Jack, taking no notice of Greek, looked straight at Meg, "That means you too! In case you forgot, you have to work just like the rest of them!" and he stormed off to his cabin to get his things.

"Ooh! That that, Pirate!" Meg followed the crew to help.

In Jack's cabin, he almost had everything ready. He almost forgot the sphere. He hadn't had a chance to examine it yet, and he certainly didn't' have time to now. After a few hours of work, the crew had just about finished loading the ship. It was back breaking work and he knew it. He was sure Meg was having lots of fun. A smile sneaked across his face. He snatched up the sphere and put it on one of his bags and set out to put his things on board.

He went on board, stowed his things in his cabin, and helped the crew with the remainder of the loading.

Jack walked by as all of the crew were bustling around to make the final arrangements to get the ship underway. From the looks of it, they were almost done, and their hangovers had worn off a few hours ago. "All hands on deck!" Jack shouted. He loved the perks that came with being Captain.

"Now, I thank ye all for all the fine work you have put into this voyage, an' just incase you all were too drunk of glorious rum last night, we are going to be taking a woman on with us. An' if you have a problem with that gent's…well, you'll have a problem. Our next stop…" he leaned in for effect as always, "Tortuga!"

The crew roared, fond memories, and fond women, and fond drinks waited for them at their favorite place. They would be sure not to dilly dally on this trip. "We'll be there for about one day, so I'll be callin' on some of the crew to accompany me, but if you're not one of them, the day is yours Gentlemen!" another roar from the crew followed, "Now get back to work you mangy dogs! Let's get going!"

The crew bustled to life again as they hurried to get all the preparations done. There wasn't much to do. Only last minute stuff.

Jack heard Meg and Tiggs approaching with laughter. He whirled around to make sure they weren't slaking off. Jack was startled by the sight. They were both carrying boxes, but that isn't what startled him. There was a woman with them. And she was wearing pants, and a jacket, and a purple hat. And she was about to come onto his ship.

He walked toward them before they got on, and stood in their way, "Who are you." Jack's voice came out coarse and he liked it that way, it made him seem more Captainly…at least to him.

Greek suddenly stood taller with obvious pride, "I, am Greek!" she said with a sweep of her arm, "De best pirate in all of Swveeden," she leaned foreword and squinted as Jack leaned backward, "Arv!"

He cocked his eyebrow and looked at Meg (she was smiling), then to Tiggs (he was about to bust out into hysterical laughter), and then back to…Greek, "So, Ms. Greek…What do you want?"

"I vant to join you on your voyage." Greek said, quite seriously.

Jack had to laugh at that, "Ya hear that mates!" he shouted over his shoulder, "Ms. Greek wants to join our crew!" the crew returned his laughter.

Greek was starting to get irritated with this bumbling idiot who called him self a Captain. Where she came from, he would have been taken out of the gene pool long before he ever reached puberty, "No." she said, a little more than peeved, "I said dat I vanted to join your voyage, not your…" she gave the crew a disgusted look, "crew. I vould like to be a…Co-Partner in your venture."

Jack shot Meg a look, and she simply smiled. Well, letting "Greek" come along might ease things over with me and her, he nodded to himself, Yes. Good going Jack, always find the best and easiest way out. He turned to look at his crew, still working, but having the courtesy to be nosy, Darn it! Havin' another woman on board might be more than this crew would choose to handle. Meg was hard enough; it's a good thing she fits in with pirates. "Ms Greek" might be too civilized for this crew. He smiled to himself. He had and idea he had been wanting to try out for quite some time. Yes, that'll be just it.

"How does a game of…" Jack looked around at his crew, "Maynard's Fisticuffs sound?"

The crew stopped and decided to watch. This promised to be interesting.

Greek leaned in, "Vho's vhat?"

Jack looked shocked and taken aback, "You don't know the game?"

Greek was flustered, "Vell, of course I know the game! Vhat do you take me for?"

Jack grinned, "Nothing Madame, nothing."

Meg piped up, "Uh, Jack? I am not familiar with that game."

Jack smiled and bowed courteously, "Well then Miss, I shall explain it to you, like the gentleman that I am." the crew scoffed, and Jack smiled.

"Well Miss, you fight with swords, or a cutlass, which ever is your preference. Then, after two minutes are up, you take a swig of rum. I don't mean those Swedish sips some people call swigs, but manly, Caribbean, swigs. Then you go back to fighting for two more minutes, then take a Caribbean swig, then fight for one and a half minutes, then take a swig, and on, and on, until someone gets beaten by falling to their knees, or passes out."

"Oh." Meg said, "Sounds…interesting…"

"Oh yes my dear." he glanced at the crew with a smirk, "It tis." Jack looked to Greek, "Shall we start?"

Greek smiled, "Ya."

Jack stepped back to a table filled with swords, cutlasses, anything sharp really. "Pick your weapon, Milady." he said with a snide tone.

She stayed right where she was, put her hand behind her back and pulled out a magnificent weapon, a semitar. Perfectly balanced of course, "I have one thank you."

Jack nodded, "Alright then." he looked to his right, "Maynard! On deck!"

Greek looked a little anxious, "You're not going to fight me?"

Jack smiled, "Not in a killin mood."

Just then a huge, bald, tan man, packed with muscle approached, making the ship shake slightly with every step. He had no shirt, so you could see every muscle bulging out, and be intimidated all the more. Maynard. He had a mean, cocky smile. He was most definitely in the killing mood today.

"Twitch, Mic!" Jack yelled over his shoulder, and he stopped to smile, "Bring out the rum."

One slightly scrawny pirate, and another, well muscled pirate hurried off deck and to fetch the drinks.

Jack looked back at Greek, "So you know the rules?"

"Vell, yes. I do."

Jack smiled and took a deep breath, "Alright then! Let's get started. "

"But vhat about the rum? Shouldn't ve vait for dem?"

"They'll be back 'afore the two minutes is up." Jack grinned and stepped aside. Maynard was a man that could most definitely hold his liquor; he was also one of the best, aggressive swordsmen he had come across. This was the best plan Jack could have possibly stumbled across. If she wins, it smoothes things over with the crew, and hurts Maynard's over inflated ego; or she goes. Great plan Jack. Great plan.

Tiggs handed Jack his pocket watch from the recent looting, "Well, have at it!" And with that the game began. They both lunged for each other. Crossing blades as they went. They were both good, their blades clanging unmercifully, as they attacked with all that they had in them, but something seemed off.

Neither of them seemed to tire, neither defense appeared to crumble, no matter how hard the blow. Greek's only weak point seemed to be the fact that she was at least a foot and ½ shorter than Maynard, but that didn't seem to faze her. Maynard…didn't really have a weak point; he was mostly just a solid block of fast moving, hard striking, muscle.

Each blow grew in intensity, as if with each strike, the metal would shatter. They started swinging so hard and so fast, you could hardly see the blades, only the determined expressions on their faces. "Two minutes!" Jack yelled from a safe distance. Immediately the bodies broke apart and stood to look at Jack. Twitch and Mic had already come back with the kegs, and had opened the lids, ready for them to drink.

Jack took a mug and dipped it in one barrel, filling it to the top, "This, my dear, is a Caribbean swig." he handed the mug to her and filled another one for Maynard. They both said the equivalent to cheers, and chugged it all, threw down the mugs, and got ready for the next round.

Jack looked at the watch again, "Begin!"

Again they lunged for each other. Maynard seemed to be a little buzzed, but other than that, there was no other change. They both struck just as hard, just as fast, and just as furious. They danced all along the dock, the deck, anywhere one of them thought they would have a slight advantage.

Greek was backing Maynard into a corner, and he started to look anxious. Between blocking the blows, and returning them with his own, he was looking for something to use. He found it. A small wooden crate. He waited to time it right. With his next blow, he struck harder, taking Greek a little more time to return it. He grabbed the crate and flung it at her face. It worked; she tumbled off balance, and started to fall backwards. She fell on her left hand, and straightened her knees. They didn't touch.

Greek got up, furious. "You cheated!"

Maynard smiled while he rushed toward her, and yelled gruffly, "Pirate."

Greek's more furious blows surprised Maynard. He didn't think she had that much strength to her.

Jack's eyes grew wide as Greek almost took off Maynard's head. He looked at the watch hastily, he wanted to prove her or get rid of her, not kill one of the best sword fighters on board. Still a twenty seconds left. His eyes darted from the fight to the watch, counting down the seconds with every potentially deadly swipe. He wouldn't be trying out this game anymore. His goal was to keep his crew, preferably alive, "Stop, Stop! Two minutes!"

Reluctantly, Greek pulled away, leaving a slightly stunned Maynard. Jack didn't dare fill up the mugs as Greek stormed up to the kegs. She dunked the mug, filling it to the brim; and she chugged it, not letting a single drop fall. She slammed it down, glaring at Maynard, "Hurry up." she growled.

Maynard, trying to keep as much dignity as he could, walked upright to the kegs, and drained his own mug, "Let's go woman."

Jack sighed anxiously, he took a quick look at his watch, "Begin."

Greek charged at Maynard, fighting with such ferocity, she only allowed Maynard the time and energy for defensive blocks. She didn't need to back him into a corner this time. His reactions were getting slower and slower, thanks to his diminishing energy and the effect the rum was beginning to have on him. He still couldn't be qualified as being drunk, but he was getting there. Greek faked a left, and a right, then she brought her left hand down to her hip and pulled a dagger out. She started keeping him on the defense as well as putting small cuts on his arms. He got distracted from blocking by the cuts she was making on him.

She slipped under his guard easily, and knocked his sword out of his hands. She kicked him in the back of his knees, and he hit the floor hard before what happened had really registered. She let out a yell, and raised her sword up, above her head, and brought it down on him, knocking him out with a hard blow to his head from her Semitar's handle.

The crew was shocked into silence. They all, including Jack, and Meg, stood frozen with their mouths open.

Greek was huffing and puffing angrily, glaring. She straightened up and looked them all in the eye, "Pirate." She said simply. The crew roared with approval, and laughter.

Jack breathed a sigh of relief. Well, she hadn't killed him. "Welcome aboard Ms. Greek."

Greek gave a confident smile, "Greek's fine Captain."

The crew was still standing around idly discussing the game, "What do ya think you're doin! We're not in Tortuga yet! Get to work, you mangy slap jaw idiots!"

And so the crew bustled to life again, running and bumping into each other again, reminded of memories, drinks, and women. They were headed for Tortuga.

(AN) Well, I hope you enjoyed it! No evil cliff hanger this time. I decided to be nice.J I really don't know how a Swedish accent sounds, so if any of you could give me any tips, that would be great! And if any of you knew the correct spelling for a long curved sword, (semitar?) that would be great too. And as always, reviews of mass praise will be much appreciated, see as they make me feel special, and make me write more, and help me fix things…yeah…so review lots! Even if you want to tell me how horrible a speller I am, even with the spell check on, that would be just fine. And as always, thank you sooooo much for reading my story. *hands out really cool shoes* (I had to think of something different!)