Disclaimer/Claimer: From here on out, not putting one up. You can see the previous chapters to find out what's mine and what's not. Unless I introduce something new. Then I'll let ya know if I own it or not, which I probably will....

Ana and Rachel went down early in the morning, dressed in their breeches and tunics, boots and belts. Heading into the kitchen, they fixed themselves a quick breakfast made of rolls, jam, and some orange juice. Ana almost choked on her roll, taking off a bite too big for her mouth. Rachel had to shush her quite a few times that morning before they managed to get out of the house.

Going not as softly through the quite empty streets, the two girls laughed and talked on the way to the harbor. There, they knew the sailors working for their "step-father" would surely give them a boat. Especially since the one cabin boy had a crush on Ana. But, of course, she refused to believe it.

The two girls walked assuringly onto the docks, passing hardly any ships before reaching Mr. Cutler's docking area. He owned quite a few ships, and therefore owned half of the harbor. They walked up to the man they knew as Mr. Fraye. He was a captain of one of John's ships, and had a fondness towards the girls. They figured it was because he had lost his daughter to a fire.

"'Ello girls, how are ya today?" he asked upon turning and finding them there. They smiled at him, and bowed. He gave a hearty chuckle, and tipped his hat. "What can I do for ye?"

"Mr. Cutler gave us permission to have a ship. Can you show us some of his, so that we can choose one?" Ana asked, tucking her hair behind her ear. He quirked an eyebrow.

"Two fresh, ripe girls as yaselves, sailing a ship? Now why do I see a problem with that?" he asked, his voice holding a playful laughter.

"Oh no," Rachel replied, looking at him. "Not for us," Ana added, getting annoyed with her hair and pulling it back. Rachel nodded. "It's for our father."

Mr. Fraye's eyes lit up, but his eyebrows raised in curiousity. "You found him eh?" he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips. The girls nodded, Ana smiling while Rachel placed a hand to her lips.

"But you can't tell anyone. Mr. Cutler thinks the ship is for a poor merchant man who needs to get to his sickly wife. We knew he wouldn't give it to us if he knew it was for our father," Rachel explained, elbowing her sister as she looked over at her. Ana had been making fun of her for her correct grammar. Ana herself could of course talk correctly, and almost always did, she just liked tormenting her sister.

He nodded, and patted the girls on their shoulders, motioning them to follow him. "Oi, Benj!" he called as they passed a ship. A boy popped his head up from the ship's railing; he had been scrubbing the decks. "I'm puttin' you in charge boy. Miss. Rachel and Miss. Ana need some showin' around of the ships. Can I trust ye?" he called, and the boy nodded.

Rachel and Ana both smiled, and he blushed slightly. Rachel nudged her sister, and she scolded her with a playful look and told her to hush.

Around half an hour later, the girls had decided on a ship. It was sturdy, not as grand as a pirate's ship would be, but just as large and just as trustworthy. It was a deep crimson color of wood, and the ship's name was painted on the side it big, fancy white letters. It was called The Sea Horizon, but the girls didn't think it fit the reputation of their father.

However, neither of them could think of a witty one, such as The Black Pearl, the name of his ship that they had heard was taken. So, they decided that unofficially, they would call it The Sparrow. Just until they came up with a better one.

Mr. Fraye had the name changed that evening, and the girls thanked him. Ana finally acknowledge Benj and waved to him before they left. He had been so flustered, that both girls couldn't help but laugh. He really was a sweet boy, and they had known him since they were around eleven.

That evening, during dinner, silence was the main entertainment among the four of them. Rachel and Ana sat on either side of the table, their mother and Mr. Cutler sitting at the ends. They had said their prayers and were half-way through the main course, when Mr. Cutler addressed the girls.

"Captain Joyson informed me the two of you went to the harbor today," he said, not looking up from cutting his food. They remained silent. "He also informed me that you two were dressed as boys."

They simply kept their heads down, but their mother's head snapped up. Her hands were poised over her food, a delicate bite of her meat tucked perfectly onto her fork. Her scolding blue eyes scanned over her daughters as they continued to eat. "Well," she said, taking the meat off her fork and placing them down on her plate. She then wiped her hands on her napkin. "Are you going to explain yourselves?" she asked, her voice a bit annoyed.

Ana tossed her head and took another bite of her food. Rachel took a sip of her drink. "What's there to explain mother? Mr. Cutler was informed correctly," Rachel said curtly, setting her cup back down in its original place. Ana was still bitter towards her mother about the incident on the ship.

"I do not care if he was informed correctly or not, Rachel Mackenzie. I do care, however, why you and your sister would degrade your titles of young, respectable ladies by dressing in boy's clothing," she said, her voice firm. Her eyes matched perfectly with her tone of voice.

Rachel slammed her fork down and rolled her eyes. She cast a hard glance to her mother. "Don't you get it? Ana and I are more comfortable like that. We don't care what others think, only what we think."

Her mother scoffed. "Well, I must say, I think your behavior is-"

"Mother! If I CARED about your opinion, I would've asked for it!"

Her mother was taken aback by her youngest daughter's attitude. "Rachel Mackenzie Sp-" She stopped at that. Her eyes changed to fright as she realized her mistake.

"Go on, say it," Rachel said, and at this, Ana looked up as well. "Say it, mother dearest. You know you want to. You'll only ever admit that I'm his daughter when I embarass or disrespect you. Well, go on. All of us here know that you're mad, so say it."

Her mother just stared at her, her blue eyes now shining in vulnerability. Mr. Cutler watched as his fiance looked back and forth between her daughters, helpless. He slammed his fork down in anger. "Now Rachel, you have gone way-"

"Oh shut up!" Ana shouted. She glared at him, her eyes flaring. "You may think you're our father, but we will never accept it. I'd rather rot in hell than have you as a father!" she shouted, and her mother's jaw dropped at her daughter's language.

Both girls scooted their chairs out and walked away, huffing. They left their elders at the table, their mother gawking at her fiance. "I think," she started, her voice a bit too quiet. "That I've made a grave mistake."

A/N: I know, not a lot, but I can't help it. Anyways, I hope it was interesting enough of a twist for you guys. I certainly enjoyed writing it. Anyhoo, the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow shall be making his first ever appearance (though certainly not his first ever mentioning) in the next chapter, but I can't guarentee when I'll have that up. Aaaaanyways, review if you liked it, or flame even if you didn't. But do not expect me to listen to you if you do flame.

Pozegnanie,

--renee--