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Chapter 13

Jack walked to his cabin to check on Samuel. He had gotten some stew from the cook and was going

to give it to Samuel if he woke up. He walked into the cabin and stopped short, amused by the scene in front

of him. On the bed lay Aria and Samuel, Samuel with his arm around her waist, and her head on his shoulder.

They were both passed out. Around them were scattered six bottles of rum, all dry as a bone. Jack chuckled

and set the stew down and walked out, closing the door behind him with a click. He was going to have to

sleep in Aria's room tonight!

Aria awoke to the sunlight streaming in the window, and the gentle rocking of the boat. She looked at

Samuel who lay next to her, breathing steadily. She saw the bowl of stew her Father had left for them the

night before, which was ice cold. She snuggled closer to Samuel, not wanting to move away from the warmth

of his body. She fell back to sleep once more.

"I'm sorry to break up the party- but your sort of in me cabin!" yelled Jack an hour later as he burst in

the door, causing them both to jump. Aria groaned and rolled out of bed. Samuel rolled over, rubbing the

sleep from his eyes.

"Samuel- you are welcome to stay, considerin' yer condition n' all, but Aria! Darlin'! I don' think ye' want ta

see yer ol' man strip down ta his skivvies- so get ou'! He cried, flailing his arms about to exaggerate his

point.

"Oooh, Father! To much infermation!" she said quickly, running out the door. Jack began to poke around the

cabin when Samuel all of the sudden spoke.

"Jack, can I ask yer permission ta marry 'er?" he said bluntly, causing Jack to spin on his heels. He looked at

Samuel shocked.

"Wha'?!" He cried.

"I love 'er Jack! And I know we haven' been together very long but I know her better than I know meself."

"An I know what'll become of it! You'll bring 'er ta Port Royal, try ta make 'er inta a civilized wench, n' she

won't go fer it!" Jack exclaimed, though he wasn't quite finished.

"She is happiest on the sea chasing the horizon n' whatnot!" he finished.

"That wasn't actually my intent at all." began Samuel.

"You are now the owner of two ships: The Pearl and The Crossfire, which makes you Commodore Jack

Sparrow." At this, Jack's eyes lit up in realization.

"I was thinking, you make me captain of The Crossfire, ya kin keep yer daughter near ya, n' she kin stay wit

me." He ended, looking happy with himself. Jack sat down and went into deep thought. If I let him marry her,

I kin keep me daughter, but what will Elizabeth n' the whelp say? After a moment he looked up at Samuel.

"Aye. Ya have my permission ta marry me daughter, on two conditions. One- I can attend the wedding. Two-

It will be a proper wedding, not a pirate wedding." He said a hint of finality in his voice.

"Agreed!" said Samuel, a huge smile lighting up his face.

"Now, how'r ye going ta ask 'er?" Jack said mischievously. Samuel's smile fell.

"I, I hadn't really thought of that." He replied. Jack chuckled.

"Well we're stoppin' off at a little island ta repair the damages n' get some fresh water, perhaps ye' kin

spring it on 'er then." He answered.

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