I'm listening to "Suga Suga." It's a good song, inspiring. Well kind of, I just generally write better with music. Anyway thanks for the reviews once again, wouldn't be writing without you guys! Ok some more shout outs:

Piper8188: Lol thanks! I won't be here tonight so I'm writing this today so you guys have something to read.

TheFink: Thanks for the constructive critism, every writer needs one of you!

Kira Doom: Aww don't cry! *sniff sniff* You're making me sad too.

Cap'n Keira Sparrow: Once again thanks!

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Anna woke up to find herself on the floor. She was guessing her subconscious self was telling her that the bed was TO comfortable and therefore she should, by habit, sleep on the cold, hard floor. She was going to have to break that habit. She had pulled at least half of the sheets down with her so she crumpled them up and sat them back on top of the bed. She stood up and walked slowly over to the window, looking out of it at the sun.

"Holy cow it must be at least 10 by now." She said to herself. Apparently with no big burly pirates to wake her she could sleep a lot later. She walked over to the bathroom and turned on the sink. She splashed some on her face and just letting it run down. God, it felt good to be clean again. She reached in the cabinet and took out a wash cloth. She wiped off her face and went back over to the bed. She opened the trunk and surprisingly enough found a clean shirt and britches. They must have put them there while she was asleep. She pulled them out and changed. Looking at these new ones compared to her old ones she realized how dirty they had been. God she must have smelled awful. She pulled a chair from the corner over to the window and looked out at the ocean, her eyes glazing over again.

***Flashback***

"Tell me a story 'bout Jack again daddy." A young Anna pleaded standing on her bed in a little night gown. Will sat in a chair beside the bed, smiling at how unwilling she was to go to bed and how interested in pirates this little girl was.

"Alright, but just a quick one, momma said you had to go to bed before dark tonight." The little girl plopped down on the bed and pulled the covers to her chin. Will started on his usual bedtime story.

"Captain Jack Sparrow wasn't always the most feared pirate in the Caribbean." Will started. The little girl's mouth made a perfect O in surprise, even though she had heard this story many times.

"He wasn't?" She questioned. Will shook his head and continued.

"You see, Captain Jack got marooned....."

***End Flashback***

A knock on the door startled Anna from her memories.

"Come in." A man opened the door. He was tall, a little over six foot, and had very tanned skin. His hair was in black dreadlocks and had a few beads every now and then. He wore either really heavy kohl or eyeliner around his eyes. Anna hoped it was the first. He came in and pulled a chair over beside hers and sat down.

"So I hear you're our new captive." The man said Anna smiled.

"Yes, I suppose I am. And you are...?" Anna asked the man. She already knew from her father's description that it was Captain Jack and she was having a hard time containing her excitement.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, captain of this here ship. What's you name lass?" He asked, generally interested.

"Anna, Anna Turner." Jack looked surprised, Anna wondered why.

"Your father Will Turner?" Jack asked, Anna was really wondering how he knew. Maybe there was some truth to those stories her father told her as a girl.

"Yes, you know 'em?" Anna asked. Jack nodded.

"Know him? Yeah I know him. Know him and most likely your mother and grandfather too." Anna's eyes grew humongous.

"Wha... how? I mean my dad used to talk about you all the time when I was younger but I never thought... I mean I never knew you he actually KNEW you!" She said quickly, excited now to here the stories Jack must have about her parents. Jack nodded.

"Hmm yep. So he told you 'bout me, eh?" Anna nodded.

"Interesting... what'd he say?"

"Just that you were the best pirate ever. I always wanted to meet you as a child but dad said you belonged to the ocean and the chance that you were going to return were slim. I can't even count how many times I daydreamed about being a pirate and sailing on your ship." Jack looked pleased that someone would think so highly about him.

"Well seems like both those things are a reality now, eh? May I ask how you came to be here anyway?" Jack questioned. Anna started up on her story, right from being kidnapped up until just recently when she came to his ship. He listened intently, nodding every once and a while.

"Your parents must be devastated." Jack said when Anna had finished. She nodded sadly. She looked pretty close to tears. Jack saw this and shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He'd never been very good dealing with crying women.

"My parents, what were they like?" Anna asked Jack. She remembered a little about them, but not much.

"Good people. Your father was a bit love dazed but a good man. Elizabeth was a very fiery lass." Jack chuckled to himself remembering the island escapade many years ago. Anna looked at him funny, but kept going.

"How'd they meet you?" Jack started into his long story, starting with Elizabeth falling off the cliff and ending with his daring escape. Anna listened carefully, laughing at quite a few parts. She like Jack, he was taking the place of something she had grown up without- a father. She smiled, happy for the first time in quite a while.