[I changed the rating on 3 and 4. It's PG-13 now. Should the other two be changed too? I didn't know because there's a little bit more "implied" stuff in them. Let me know.

Oh my gosh! I am so excited right now because I made a Jack Sparrow doll! It's so cool and it looks just like him! Except, the doll doesn't have tanned skin. Oh well. As soon as I get pictures, I will let ya'll see them!]

About a month later, I had learned everything about running a ship. And since Jack no longer had to teach me, we split the shifts of running the helm.

I had just given the helm over to Jack, so I went back to our cabin and got out one of my few books.

Inside it were pictures of stylish dress from England. I had used the book to sew when I was a seamstress, but now I used it to look at the pictures. I brought it to the helm, sat down by Jack's feet and leaned against his legs.

"Jack," I said to get his attention. He grunted. "Do you think that my dresses will be good enough when we get to England?"

"Of course they will be good enough. They aren't that old. They should hold up."

"That's not what I meant. I meant will they be fashionable enough."

Jack shrugged. "What does it matter?"

"Everything is stylish there. When we get to England, we will have to look our best."

"We?"

I looked up at him and laughed. "Yes, we. I was hoping that you would wear some of the clothes the Governor gave you."

He didn't answer as he swerved the helm back and forth. "We'll see."

Jack remained silent for the next few weeks, mainly because I filled the silence with my talk about England. Okay, so I was a little boisterous, but I hadn't been in England for 15 years. But Jack never complained… if you could call grunting and saying "yes" and "no" not complaining.

A few days before we got to England, I decided that it was my last chance to get Jack to look proper.

"Jack, come here. I want to see if this shirt still fits you."

Jack unwillingly walked over to the wardrobe so I could hold the shirt up to him.

"It looks good. You'll have to wear it when we get to England."

He took my hand and stopped me from putting the shirt back into the wardrobe. "What is it with you and England, luv. It's all you've been talking about for a month."

"I'm just excited to go there." He blankly stared at me. "And I can't wait to get the children back." I walked over to the wash basin and took the rag out. I slowly washed my face and neck with it. I smiled at him and got the rag wet in the bowl of water again. "Now, wash."

"Wash?"

"Yes, that thing you do every month. Let me get the dirt off of you." I reached for him, but he backed away.

"You never minded it before, why do you now? Why do you want to change me?"

"Jack, everyone bathes in England. They wouldn't be caught dead with someone dirty."

"Like me?" I didn't answer. "You're ashamed of me, aren't you?"

I stepped towards him. "Jack, I didn't say that."

"No, but you meant it." He began to walk towards the door.

"Jack, please wait!" He slammed the door in my face. "I didn't mean it." Tears came from my eyes as I sank down and fell asleep on the floor.

When I woke up the next morning, the cabin was empty. I wiped my face off with my rag and changed into a cotton dress. Jack was at the helm.

"Jack, can we talk about last night?" He didn't look at me. "Please?"

"We'll be at England tomorrow. After we find the children, I will be returning to Spanish Town." He looked down at me. "Alone."

[Oh nooooo! This chapter makes me sad. Oh, and don't stop reading because of it. It gets better, trust me.]