Jack looked around. 'Looks like I'm sleeping behind a barrel. How fortune flutters.' he thought irritabley. He sat up against the barrel and closed his eyes.
Not too long later, Morning came. Jack realised this at the loud shouts from Fara's cabin.
"EVERYONE, UP!!!!!!! WE'VE GOT A SHIP TER SAIL!!!!!!" she yelled. Crew members started running around preparing the ship. Jack observed that most of the crew were women.
Fara Quickblade herself finally emerged from her cabin a few minutes later. She had coal smeared round her eyes like Jack had, she was also scowling.
"We'll get going as soon as I've had an apple." she called. She walked towards Jack's barrel.
"HEY LOOK! A TIGER!!!" Jack shouted trying to be distracting.
"What? Barrels don't talk!" Fara frowned lifting the Barrel out the way. "Who the hell are you?" she looked down at Jack.
"Surprised you could've forgotten. Sparrow. Jack Sparrow. CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." he smirked.
"Birdie?!" she exclaimed in a whisper.
"Yes.... But I prefer my real name now." he blushed.
"What are you doing here?" she asked breathlessly.
"My ship was..." he coughed.
"Yes?" Fara prompted.
"It was..." he coughed again.
"JACK SPARROW, TELL ME BEFORE I HAVE YOU THROWN OVERBOARD!!!" she snapped.
"ALLRIGHT ALLRIGHT!!! Anna-Maria kicked me off my ship because I spent so many voyages drunk. Satisfied?" he answered quickly.
"Hm. Not surprised." she sneered.
Jack got up and turned away from her in an embarassed manner.
"Where are we going?" he mumbled.
"SPEAK CLEARLY WHEN YOU'RE SPEAKING TO THE CAPTAIN." Fara snapped.
"Where are we going?" he snapped back.
"Port Royale. We've been given word of a super sword stash. Some blacksmiths shop, Owned by an old drunkard and his worthless apprentice." Fara replied carelessly. "Oh, And since you've smuggled yourself onto this ship, you have to work. Go.... steer or something."
'That's Turners, Will Turners. He's my friend, Although I'm too proud to admit it. Only one thing to do.' Jack thought to himself.
He walked up to the helm and held it comfortably.
"SET SAIL!!!!!!" Fara shouted. Jack sneered to himself.
"TO PORT ROYALE!" she added.
"We're not going to Port Royale, love." he sneered quietly.
Shortly, Fara smelt a rat.
"Jack, We should be at Port Royale by now. Are you the slowest sailer on earth or the worst navigated?" she growled menacingly at Jack.
"Hm..... Most probably the latter." he sniggered.
"Jack...." she scowled supsiciously.
"Yes Fara?" he smiled.
"Where are we headed?" Fara said with a malicious attempt at a smile.
"Oh, A nice place. Sun, Sand, Plenty o' rum, Savvy?" he smiled closing his eyes and pretending to sunbathe.
"Why you...... OFF MY SHIP!!!!! GO ON!!! GO!!! GO TO YOUR STINKING ISLAND!!!!" She screamed.
"All by myself?" he whined feigning weakness. "It's not fun there by myself."
"It's no fun allowing ye on my ship." she pushed him to the plank. "Walk it." she ordered.
"You want me to strut me stuff, Lovie?" he smiled.
"I want you off my ship." She stared at him sharply.
"Oh, I suppose you'd want to push me off here? See, I think I've hurt my leg..." he whined.
"Fine..." she growled. She walked slowly towards him. She stopped half way down the plank.
"Closer." he beckoned.
She stepped closer and pushed Jack off, But before she could do anything, Jack grabbed her hand.
"JACK!!!!!!"