(AN) Sorry it took so long. But here it is! There is certainly more to come. Just thought I'd give you a little more background…cause you need it. J well…Enjoy! Btw, this chapter as is with all my chapters is devoted to God cause He finally got me to update this chapter. I haven't put this on for a while soooo....: I don't own Jack or anyone else I didn't make up. So yeah. With that now said…Read and be happy!

Chapter 6- Just A Little Bit

No one had been in Meg's room since she had been left to rest. Greek was the last person to see her. And now Greek was nowhere to be found, at least Jack couldn't find her. He was running around like a chicken with his head cut off; looking in every nook and cranny of his own ship, and he still hadn't found her. He had a few questions to ask.

Suddenly he got an idea. He loved being Captain. "Greek, on de…"

He was plowed down and pulled out of the way. "Cap'n I need to talk with ye."

It was Tiggs. Jack could have slaughtered the man. "Tiggs I don't have time. I need to find Greek. Say, do you happen to know where…"

"Cap'n! It's about Meg."

Jack froze, "What."

Tiggs looked around warily, "Do you mind if we go somewhere else?"

Jack motioned for him to lead. Tiggs lead them to the storage room and waited until the door was closed to strike a match against a table in the room, and light a candle.

"Well, what is it!" Jack half yelled.

Tiggs cringed, "Not so loud Jack." he put a finger over his lips just to make sure Jack got the point. Jack rolled his eyes, "Fine," He said in a hushed tone, "Hurry up and tell me."

Tiggs took in a deep breath and sighed, "Jack I think Meg was poisoned."

Jack arched his eyebrows and leaned against the bulkhead, "Oh really now. By who, do you suppose? Was it one of the hundred or so random pirates she encountered while in Torutga? Oh wait, she didn't encounter any random pirate." Jack's voice was laced with sarcasm. He looked Tiggs hard in the eye, "She was never let out of my sight Tiggs."

Tiggs just stared at him, "Jack you didn't notice when she started to get a little tipsy."

Jack glared, "Well, then that would have been after she would have been poisoned eh? Tiggs, I like you, but I don't like you that much. I don't appreciate being made out to be a fool."

Tiggs shook his head, "I wasn't making ye out to be a fool Jack. I was just sayin'…"

"Sayin' what? If you're going to say something, then say it already. My time is not to be wasted."

Tiggs glanced around aimlessly, trying to find the words. Jack got agitated, "For the love of rum Tiggs, just say it!"

Tiggs looked Jack square in the eye, "I think Andrew did it."

Jack's eyes widened, "Andrew? Why in the world would Andrew do such a stupid thing as that? Tis not like he has it out for her."

Tiggs exhaled sharply, "Jack, I've been watchin' him, and I've picked up on a few things. I'm not senile Jack. They're not the biggest giveaways in the world, but they's sure as heck there."

Jack's face grew solemn, "Do you know what you're sayin mate?"

"Aye, that I do." Tiggs nodded.

Jack sighed, "He's my first mate Tiggs."

"Aye, I know."

"He's my friend Tiggs."

"I know Jack. He was mine too."

Jack seemed stuck in thought, "Tiggs, go find Greek. I'll be at the helm. I need to talk to her."

Weeks earlier…

Captain Royal had gotten his crew, and his ship, and he was now ready to enter Tortuga, and ready to give that so-called Pirate Captain his just rewards. He needed to get that sphere back.

His plan was to find the ship, take it over, and wait for the rest of the crew to return, and then they would get them. And then he would be the man to capture the infamous Jack Sparrow. He would be able to recognize the ship well enough. It was the only one that had black sails.

They were coming into the harbor and Captain Royal could hardly contain himself. He certainly wouldn't be laughed at after he captured the infamous Jack Sparrow. He quickly scanned the boats at the dock. No black sails. He scanned again; just to make sure he didn't miss anything.

He turned suddenly as he heard a noise off the starboard bow. It sounded like waves against the hull of a ship. He searched the darkness.

He was interrupted by a relatively small sailor tugging on his jacket, "Cap'n, we're commin' into port." the sailor was obviously proud by the look of the huge grin on his face.

Captain Royal blinked twice, "You came here to tell me that?" Royal rolled his eyes and sighed, "I know we are coming into port. Any idiot with half a brain can see that we are coming into port!" He shook his head, "Go back to your post, and tell me when you know something useful." The sailor scurried off as Captain Royal returned his gaze to the direction of the noise. He found nothing. The sound was also gone. He frowned, he felt like he'd missed something.

After what felt like hours of looking for black sails, he finally conceded to the fact that he wouldn't find it, that doesn't mean they're not here. He decided to take the crew ashore and look for them there. Pirates are good at three things, looting, killing, and hiding.

Once in the city, Royal split his troops into groups of five, making a total of fifty search parties. "Go into every pub, every tavern, everything. Ask questions, rile things up, do anything to get them out. I want to find them. Go!"

Royal's troops dispersed quickly, making plenty of noise as they went. Royal watched with satisfaction as he joined his own search party. They'd find him. They had to.

He barged into the first tavern he saw, he was greeted by the o-so-pleasant smell of vomit. He grimaced and by sheer will, moved on. He stepped over a man, passed out the floor, and walked over to the barmaid.

She stiffened when she looked up to see him, "Wat'a you wan'?"

"I want to know if you've seen Captain Jack Sparrow, or any of his crew."

She raised her eyebrows, and tossed her long dirty blonde hair, "Who wants ta know?"

Royal was a gentleman, but this was information. He grabbed for his pistol, and gave her a nice look into its barrel, "I do."

A flash of fear came across her face, but she quickly covered it up with a snide smile, "Eah, I've seen 'im. He's a good friend of mine." she stopped to smile, "In fact, he's a good friend to every lady in Tortuga."

Royal was losing his patience, "Where."

"Oh! I've seen 'im plenty of places." she gave Royal another smirk, seemingly not aware of the pistol in her face.

Royal cocked the trigger and moved the pistol closer to her eyes.

Her smile disappeared and she stared at him. Almost daring him to pull the trigger. Suddenly she backed away, and her face became calm and placid, "She might know," she said pointing to a woman looking their way, "She's a streetwalker if you couldn't tell. No one goes in or out of this port without "seeing" her."

He nodded his disgusted thanks and made his way over the drunken bodies to the streetwalker. She recognized the gesture and slinked over to meet him half way. "What can I do for you?" she said, blinking her eyes in rapid succession.

"Where is Captain Jack Sparrow?"

She looked a bit disappointed. "He's not 'ere."

Royal furrowed his brow, "What do you mean, 'not here'."

She rolled her eyes, "Exactly what I said. He's not ere'."

It was Royal's turn to blink. "How do you know?"

"Well, just walking around and I saw his entire crew being taken and rushed back to the ship."

Royal looked at her for a while, considering what she said. He turned to his men, "Search all the rooms, look for lose floor boards, anything." he looked back to the street walker, "Thank you."

Dave was roused by the ruckus going on downstairs. "What in the…" he rose and walked over to the door to listen. He heard someone giving orders, "The Navy." He reached for all the things he couldn't afford to be found and leaped out the window as his door burst open.

Greek was so cheerful it was on the brink of being scary. She half walked, half bounced to Jack. "Tiggs said you vanted to see me."

"Yes. How was Meg doing when you left her?"

Greek gave a huge grin, "Vell, she vas recovering at a rapid rate. She vas starving, so I gave her some of my private stash of stuff," she eyed Jack to make sure it stayed private, and he nodded, "and she ate it, and she vas fine. She guzzled down vater like she vas a….vhale…" Greek couldn't help but chuckle.

Jack waited for that to sink in, not acknowledging the joke, "So she's good now."

Greek nodded, "I'd give her a few veeks to get her strength back, but she is finally starting to recover."

Jack smiled and nodded, "Alright then! One more day until we come into port to "restock"." Jack gave Greek a grin, "Take the helm. I need to check up on a few things."

Greek nodded and took the helm as Jack swaggered back to his cabin.

Jack started walking to his cabin when someone pulled him off to the side. He whirled around to see who it was, and saw it was Andrew.

Jack raised his eyebrow, "Yes?"

"Jack I need to talk to you." the look on Andrew's face was serious.

"Now?" Jack whined. He looked longingly at his cabin.

"It's about Meg."

Jack cocked an eyebrow, "Really?"

"Shall we go somewhere a bit more private?"

Jack was almost amused, "Sure."

Andrew led the way into the same room Tiggs used earlier. He shut the door and lit a match. The wax was still soft.
"So, what is it you have to say about Meg?"

Andrew's stance was rigid, "Well Jack, I think she was poisoned."

Jack slowly nodded his head, seemingly deep in thought, "I see. I thought the same. Who do you think it was?"

Andrew's stance began to relax, "I think it was Tiggs." Jack nodded his head again. Andrew thought he was losing Jack's support, "I'm glad we both agree on this Jack."

"Yeah, why do you think it was Tiggs? Tiggs doesn't have it out for her or anything. As far as I can see, they're good mates."

Andrew searched hurriedly for an excuse, "Well, I've picked up on a couple things Jack. Not totally obvious, but they're there. And then there's the symptoms." Andrew added.

Jack leaned forward, "What symptoms?"

"When she was sick, she was tipsy, she had a bad fever, she couldn't keep anything down, she was hallucinating. Does that sound familiar?"

Jack caught onto Andrew's point, "Ah, Tiggs's stew."

Andrew nodded, glad he was successful in leading Jack to the desired conclusion, "Yes. So who else could it be?"

Jack wandered off into deep thought again, "Yes, I see…" he snapped out of it suddenly, as always, and smiled, "Alright then! Thank you very much Andrew. I always knew I could count on you. I'll keep that in mind when I watch Tiggs. Thanks mate."

Andrew smiled. "No problem Jack. What are friends for?" He motioned for the door, "Should we go now?"

Jack smiled, "Yes. I have some business I need to attend to. That's why I looked like I was going to kill ye when I saw you." Jack walked out the door with a laugh, and left Andrew in the room.

When Andrew was alone he chuckled, "And who thought the Captain was the authority on the ship?" He shook his head and chuckled again as he blew out the candle and shut the door.

Jack stepped into his cabin and cautiously closed the door. He glanced at Meg's face and it still looked alarmingly thin. She was still asleep and he wanted her to rest as much as possible. She had to get better, she just had to. He took a seat on the chair facing the bed.

Interesting timing Andrew had. He went to put his elbow on his leg to relax until Meg woke up, but he slipped and crashed on the floor.

He heard Meg take a deep breath and cringed. Smooth Sparrow, smooth. He sat in the chair again and found her already staring at him. Her irises were still entirely silver.

He smiled, "Good morning Love."

She gave a groggy smile, "Hello Jack." Her voice sounded raspy, but that can be expected after loosing more than half your body weight, and sleeping almost constantly for a couple weeks.

"Sleep well?"

She smiled, "Yes. For once I'm not wishing I was bathing in ice." She tried to sit up, but he stopped her.

"Not quite yet Love." She looked frustrated. He decided to change the subject, "So I heard you ate something."

Meg smiled again, "Yes. It was wonderful."

Jack cocked an eyebrow, remembering Greek's joke earlier, "So you told Greek about what I said?"

She gave a grin, "I had to. There was no one else to talk to."

Jack nodded. Time to get down to the reason he came here, "I still don't really know what happened when you were sick."

Meg stopped smiling.

Jack decided to push a little farther, "Can you tell me?"

Meg sighed. It looked like it took effort to heave her small rib cage up for the gesture, "Yes." She closed her eyes and paused, adding to the tired picture she was putting across, "At Tortuga I got dizzy after I ate the soup. Then I might have been seeing things in the bar, I'm not sure. Then I threw up on the way back to the ship. I got the shivers for a minute then I felt really hot, and weak. I couldn't keep down anything Greek gave me. And I was really tired. I kept on waking up, and the world was always spinning." She hesitated, "Then, once when I woke up, I saw you and the shadows started to move, and they came at me. And I got scared. I knew it wasn't real, but…"

"It's alright Love, I remember, you scared me half out of my skin."

She cringed, "Yeah, sorry about that."

He smiled, "'s aright Love, now tell me the rest."

She nodded, "Then I thought I saw Andrew in here…"

Jack leaned closer, "You what?"

"Oh, it was nothing." she could feel the blood draining from her face at the thought of it. She wouldn't tell Jack about it now. "Then another time I saw Tiggs. He was sitting right there." She pointed to the chair he was in, "And he was whittling, and I talked to him, and I was really tired, but he wouldn't let me sleep, then Tiggs came through the door, and the Tiggs that was in the chair attacked the other Tiggs with his knife, and I…I…" She shook her head, "It wasn't nice Jack."

Jack nodded, "So, why did you jump off the side of the boat Love?"

"I heard you yelling, and someone said there was going to be a storm, and you sounded scared. So I went to check on you, and I saw you by the side, then I saw a really big wave, and it was going to come down on you. So I went to warn you and fell over."

Jack gave her a strange look, "There was no wave Love. An' I wasn't shouting. I was the only one out there, and I was bored."

Meg frowned, "I know that now, but I saw you. And Jack, it was so real."

He nodded, "Alright Love. Do you know what happened?"

She looked away, "I think I do. You came in after me, got me, and took me here where Greek looked after me?"

"Something like that. Love there was something around your chest. What was it?"

She gave him a quizzical look, then answered, "Well, Jack, I am a girl. And I do have some things you don't"

Jack smiled at that, "Yes, I know that Love."

She gave a halfhearted scowl, "Well, that's what it was."

"You know Love, we could just get you a corset."

She would have thrown something at him, but could only manage another scowl, "You just try it Jack. You'll see what happens."

Jack put his hands up, "Alright, I was just sayin'. I couldn't find it, so now Greek has a cut in her nightgown."

"Yeah, she noticed that. I've never heard so many foreign words spoken that fast in my life."

Meg started to nod off, trying to fight sleep.

"Well, I've got things to…do. So, sleep some more. I'll be back later to get more out of you."

She turned over and waved him off weakly as he left.

Jack stopped after the door was closed, and grumbled. He hated waiting. He had a habit of mauling things over a few too many times when he had excess time. This was one of those times. He needed Meg to talk. He needed to figure out where the treasure was. He needed to solve all the mysteries that surrounded the treasure and Meg.

Jack started to pace around the deck.

Meg has something to do with the treasure. The sphere is not the key, but still has an important part to play. Meg's face…He let his thoughts drift to the past, to his adventures in Asia. He saw plenty of faces that had a similar structure to Meg's. Never did he think he would see them again.

Meg's last name. Well her real last name, Crenshaw.

That name belonged to the cruelest, most unjust family of wealthy landowners that were pirates with pens instead of swords. Jack had a minor encounter with them in his dealings with the dreaded and most feared pirate, Guybrush Threepwood. Jack was in business with Guybrush a few years back, and Guybrush worked for the Crenshaw's as sort of a police force. They would report to Guybrush, telling him that the merchants were up to no good again; stealing, raping the families' daughters and such, and Guybrush and Jack would go take care of them. What they didn't know is while they were being bribed to keep the "bad guys" (merchants) in check, the Crenshaw's were making the poor, almost homeless merchants pay a protection fee against the "evil pirates". If the merchants failed to give the Crenshaw's 80% of their income plus the protection fee, the Crenshaw's would inform the pirates of the merchants "evil deeds" and so the cycle continued.

Jack wasn't one to much care about legal things or hold a grudge; and he wasn't one to often lend a helping hand to the unfortunate and oppressed, but the Crenshaw's made this personal.

Jack was coming in to the Crenshaw estate to collect his bribe one day and one of the slaves ran up to him and told him of the terrible conditions they had been living in for six generations. Being beaten, whipped, and cut for sport. Having their daughters snatched away in the dark of the night, and hearing their screams from deep within the mansion. Being given one loaf of bread every two weeks and expected to feed 50 grown men, and 31children, and being told to be grateful; then expected to work three days labor in a single day. Then seeing no sympathy in Jack's face, told him of his own misfortune, being bribed to beat up dirt-poor merchants, barely able to feed their children.

When the slave finished Jack smiled, thanked him, and continued on his way to the mansion to get his pay and maybe work out a deal of his own. Jack was, after all, a pirate. And pirates liked money.

Jack walked into Mr. Crenshaw's study and proceeded try to cut a deal with him. "I've heard what you're using us for, and I don't much like being used. So, I've come to the conclusion that I want a bigger bribe."

Mr. Crenshaw raised an eyebrow, "Oh really? And what makes you think I'm going to give you that?"

Jack was surprised that Mr. Crenshaw didn't see the obvious. He started pacing, "Well Mr. Crenshaw, you need me. You see, Guybrush is just a front man with a name. He really doesn't do any of the work. He couldn't swat a fly much less shoot a man. Look at his wife, Elane. She's a mayor of a town for the love of rum! When a woman wears the pants in the relationship, the man has none." He waited for his catchy phrase to sink in. "And if I go, who else are ya going to get? I'm Jack Sparrow mate. You can't replace me." Jack settled in one place and gave Mr. Crenshaw a smug look.

Mr. Crenshaw settled back in his chair and picked up a cigar, "You're right Jack, I can't replace you."

Jack smiled, "I knew you'd see things my way."

Mr. Crenshaw acted as if he hadn't heard Jack, "That's why I'm good friends with the Royal Navy, and they have a post here on my estate. When you deal with pirates you have to have good friends. Don't you agree Jack?"

Jack's mouth hung open and his eyes grew big, "You wouldn't."

Mr. Crenshaw just smiled, "Jack, I don't like being used either. That's why I'm going to take your ship." he motioned out the window.

Jack moved to it and looked to see the Royal Navy surrounding the port both on land and with three ships in the bay. Jack turned to glare at the smug man now smoking his cigar.

"Jack," He stood and walked over to him and put his arm around Jack's shoulder. "I'm as much a pirate as you. I just do things differently. I'm going to keep your ship as a…reminder. And you aren't going to be getting any more bribes. I'm going to tell the Navy you slipped away before I could send word and have them get you; and you are going to continue to keep the merchants in check. Or better yet! When you pillage, and plunder, and all that other stuff you like to do. I get 70%. So you'll pay to work for me. Yes, yes, that's nice." he stepped back and looked at Jack, "What do you think?"

Jack saw a door open. It was the same slave that warned him earlier.

"Imbecile!" Mr. Crenshaw charged at the slave and knocked him down, and started to beat him.

Jack saw his chance. He pulled Crenshaw off the slave and knocked him out with a blow sure to break his nose. He picked up the slave, "If you get me out of here, I'll take you with me."

The slave nodded and Jack followed him out the door, through endless passages, and out to a small rowboat. Jack learned the slaves name was Rick, and it was his dream to go back home to Ethiopia. Jack and Rick became friends. Rick helped Jack get another boat, The Black Pearl. Not by honest means of course, he was a pirate. After that, Jack helped Rick get back to his family. Then got himself a crew.

A few months after Jack's adventures with Will and Elizabeth, he heard of a treasure on a lost island in the artic. So being the pirate that he is, he went to find it. Gibbs helped him work the port towns for information. Jack slowly found the general location, and looked around there a bit. It was then a huge storm hit the ship, sending them off course. After the storm, they found themselves just off shore of what looked to be a Caribbean Island, but all around the island it was snowing. The island itself had no snow, only sandy beaches and palm trees. Jack could hardly believe his eyes. This had to be the spot. He told his men to search for any caves, temples, anything. They split up and that's when it happened. Cannibals started popping out of bushes, trees, the grass, and split them up. It was a massacre. They didn't stand a chance. Jack had to watch his own men have their hearts ripped out and eaten, while fighting to keep his own in his chest. He told the men to go back to the ship. They didn't have to be told twice. Gibbs was finishing off his last opponent when an arrow hit him just above his belly button. Jack ran for his friend and carried him on the ship.

Jack tried to treat Gibbs as best as he could, but nothing worked. Jack never left his friend's side. The last thing he said to Gibbs was, "I'm going to find it, Gibbs. I'm going to get it and none of those bloodthirsty monsters are going to stop me. I'm going to get it and give some to you, and you'll be all right. I promise."

Gibbs died at port. None of Jack's crew wanted to stay with him after that. They all knew Jack's promise to Gibbs, and none of them ever wanted to go back.

So he got another crew. Now that he knew what he was up against, he could recruit a crew that could handle it.

He crossed paths with Dave in, where else, a tavern, and found common interests. Treasure. Jack told him of the Ambrosia Cupcake, and Dave agreed to help him locate it for 75% of the gold found with it. Jack agreed, for once in his life he didn't care about the gold.

On a tip from Dave, Jack set out to get the sphere from the Royal Navy, and on his way, picked up Meg.

Jack sighed, Meg, that woman is in a different category entirely. How one woman could cause so many problems was beyond him. Andrew and Tiggs being among the first of them. Jack really didn't think Tiggs would try to hurt Meg, but he couldn't ignore the symptoms she was having when she was sick; puking her guts out, fever, dizziness, hallucinations, they were all things that happened when someone ate Tiggs' stew wrong. But she didn't start getting sick until after she ate the soup in Tortuga. The only one who could have touched the soup was either the cook or Andrew. He was also the one who suggested going to the White Mare in the first place.

Jack shook his head and sighed. All he could do was wait it out. Jack looked up at the clouds floating by. Great. More waiting.

"I don't think they like us much!" Mic half yelled to Jack.

Jack looked to the ship and saw most everyone already on board. He turned to return fire to the small town militia, "What gave you that idea mate?"

Mic stole a quick look at Jack, "Well, it's not nice to shoot at people, Jack."

"No! They just don't like to share!" Jack looked at Mic to see what he was "sharing" and he was startled to see blue ribbons and white lace, "What do you think you're doing!?"

Mic smiled, "It's for Meg!"

"Oh, right…Meg." Jack hadn't seen much of Meg lately, and she most certainly wasn't on his mind right now. Trying to figure out the sphere was enough of a mystery to solve.

They both hurried to get on the ship. They started to pull out of port.

Jack stepped up onto the railing, "Dear citizens of Port…um…Port…" He turned to Tiggs, "What Port is this?"

Tiggs shrugged his shoulders, "Don't really care."

Jack frowned, "Thank you, Mr. Tiggs." He turned back to the small militia still firing. And looked around. He saw wood…the wood on his ship…brown wood…

"Dear citizens of Port Brown. You have the pleasure of knowing you have just 'shared' with Captain Jack Sparrow!

His men laughed and cheered as they left port and looked at all they had "shared".

Jack leaned on the railing, looking out to sea.

"Excuse me, Captain Sparrow?"

Only one person in his crew would use such proper wording, "Yes Greek, what is it?" Jack said lazily with out turning around.

"I vas just vondering, vhen vill ve get to Asia?"

Jack still had his back to her, "We should get there in a few weeks, love."

"And vhat exactly are ve looking for?"

"I don't know."

Greek's voice grew urgent, "Vhere do you expect to find it?"

Jack shook his head, "I don't know."

Greek came up along side him and leaned against the rail, facing him, "So ve're just going to vander around Asia and hope ve run into it?"

Jack finally turned to face her, "Pretty much."

About a week later…

Meg was sitting at Jack's desk, hunkered over some of his maps, and had been for quite some time. She was going to know everything about the geographical structure of Asia if something didn't let up soon. She was going to go insane. Greek still wouldn't let her out of the cabin.

Greek's voice resonated in her head with an intensified accent, "Vot vuntil vou get vour strengvth vack."

Meg gritted through her teeth, "Yeah, I'll show you strength." She had worked herself up to being able to walk around Jack's cabin 80-someodd times without her getting winded. Greek insisted she get up to 100.

Meg slammed her fist down on the desk, "Well considering about a week ago I wasn't able to take eight steps without getting winded I think I'm doing just fine." She did push ups and crunches whenever she could. If Greek ever found out, she'd have her head on a silver platter. But she didn't feel like being a rouge at the moment, and if she looked at those maps much longer…

She had only been able to talk to Greek the whole entire time. Jack came into the cabin every once and a while, he slept in the chair every night while she slept in his bed; but they hadn't spoken much. Jack would usually come in, sit on his bed and look at books, maps, the sphere, and Meg would sit at his desk and look at maps. There was only necessary conversation between them. She was beginning to wonder what the sphere was all about, and why it was so important. "I'll walk. It's not like there's much else to do."

She got up from her chair and her relatively new dress swayed. She stopped moving, and looked at it. It wasn't too poofy in the skirt, and it had blue ribbons around the bottom of the halfway off the shoulder short sleeves. The dress itself was white. There wasn't any extra ribbon so her long brown-red hair was still hanging free.

It was actually quite nice. Meg wasn't sure if she liked it though. It did have its disadvantages. It made her feel more proper, more ladylike. She couldn't be one of the guys in this. Now that she thought of it, she would much rather be wearing pants. She didn't care how much Jack said they just didn't work. She could have just taken them in a little in some places or just have left them as they were. They were his pants and he would have lost a pair. Maybe that was it. She would have given anything for a good pair of jeans. Dresses were good and all, but jeans…She sighed. When was the last time I wore jeans?

Her mind drifted what seemed a year back to her. She was walking through a department store with her mom.

"This one looks good." Her mom said, her Korean accent still thick after 20 years in the country.

Meg lifted it up and frowned, "I don't like the style."

This went on for a while. Meg went through 15 pants before she found one she could stand wearing.

The relief on her mom's face was visible.

Her face…

Her thoughts snapped back to the surroundings of Jack's cabin. Is this all a dream?

Half of her wished it was. If it's not, am I ever going to get back home? She let that sink in. Being with pirates was all well and good, but is that what she wanted for the rest of her life?

Meg sat down again, resting her arms on the desk, staring at nothing. I don't want to walk anymore.

Well, I hope you enjoyed it lots. I've got to go, so I am happy to say I have already started on the next chapter. Yay! Ok, but yeah. I'm tired and need to go. So Kudos to all that review and all that didn't. yeah… blah..have a wonderful day! Give out cookies that are really yummy :D