Ana and Rachel snuck out early in the morning, careful to make sure neither their mother, John, or any serving people would hear them. They had their bags packed, slung over their shoulders, and Ana made sure to bring her sword. They were ready to leave, and they had no intentions of coming back.

They made their way through the streets as silently as was possible, both hoping that no one in the streets would become suspicious. After all, seeing as how their mother was marrying the Scotland Commodore, everyone in their town knew who they were. And, most had a certain tolerance for them when they dressed in boy's clothing.

The outline of the docks came into view as they rounded a corner, and both girls smiled. They began sprinting, running full speed toward their freedom. However, as they reached the halfway mark of the street, some soldiers came into view from the docks. Rachel stopped, and grabbed Ana's arm to keep her from continuing. Ana was jerked back, and she stumbled a bit, raising her eyes to her sister. "What the hell was that for?" she asked as her hair flew into her face.

Rachel raised her free hand to point. Ana's eyes redirected themselves to see what she had stopped her for. Her eyes widened as well. "Oh hell, it's Lieutenant Thames," Ana said, grabbing her sister's arm and yanking her out of the middle of the street. She pulled them both flush against the wall of a building, hoping they wouldn't be caught. However, they came their way still, so they both dodged into the building.

As Lieutenant Thames marched his troops back from the docks to the jail, a soldier jogged his way to his side, coming to a steady march once by his side. "Lieutenant, I believe there are two shady figures up ahead. They seem to be trying to avoid any authority. Should we check it out?"

Lieutenant Thames looked over to the two figures he was talking about. Indeed, they did seem quite questionable, running quickly into the Inn with loaded bags. He nodded, then commanded the troops to the Inn. He would discover the truth about those figures. Indeed he would.

Ana and Rachel leaned against the door for a moment, before looking around. Ana groaned as she recognized it to be the Inn they had been in before, La Bonita Playa (see A/N at end). Rachel subdued a laugh and looked over to the front counter. Yes, the girl from before was there once more.

Ana's attention was drawn to the door again, however, as her ears picked up something. She tapped Rachel and moved from against the door. "They're coming. About a few feet away I'd say." Rachel nodded, and they both rushed to the counter.

The girl looked up, a surprised look on her face seeing as how they just immediately appeared. "Yes?" she questioned, standing up straight. She met the girls' gaze, looking from one to the other.

"Excuse us, if you will," Rachel said as she and Ana jumped the counter and landed in crouching positions. They pulled her down with them, and she seemed flustered and confused. "We need to hide here," Rachel went on, about to explain.

"Only for a minute or two," Ana continued. "And you can't tell anyone that we're here, got it?" She stared hard at the girl, and she shakily nodded.

"Thank you, uh," Rachel began, but realized she didn't completely remember the girls's name. "Ellen!" she said, happy with herself that she remembered. Ellen nodded again, then jumped up as the door slammed open.

From where the girls were sitting, they could only hear a semi-muffled version of any voices safe for Ellen's. "Excuse me, Miss, but have you seen two, questionable figures lately?" Thames' voice sounded, and the girls held their breath as his booted feet clomped closer to the counter.

"No, Sir, I haven't. Questioning, perhaps, but not questionable," Ellen replied. Ana covered her mouth to conceal her laughter, and Rachel gave her a look that said 'blow this and I'll tell John about Henry.' She immediately shut up, her eyes glimmering with 'Don't you dare.' Rachel just smirked.

A pause ensued, and both girls gripped their bags tightly to their chests. "Alright then, if you do see them, please inform an official as soon as you do. Good day," Thames said, then his footsteps died away.

As soon as Ellen whispered it was okay, both girls shot up. "Thank you for your services, but we'll be leaving now," Ana said, jumping the counter again and slinging her bag over her shoulder again. Ellen nodded, and Rachel turned to her after jumping the counter herself. "Yes, thanks. You're okay," she said, then nodded at her.

Both girls waved before heading out the back door, off towards the docks. They figured the soldiers might still be out there, waiting, just in case. So, as they shot off towards the docks again, they joked around a bit. They had managed to skip their first unwanted meeting, now they just had to hope they didn't have another.

The girls slowed immensely once they reached the docks, clearing their throats to throw off their slightly irregular breathing. They walked slowly onto the docks, their eyes scanning for the ship. However, they ran into Mr. Fraye and Benj before they spotted him.

"Ah, Ana, Rachel! Here to see yer father off, eh?" Mr. Fraye asked, a jovial laughter dancing in his eyes. They smiled weakley, right as he noticed their bags. "Ye girls aren't plannin' on runnin' away, are ye?" he asked, this time his stature was one more of a father figure.

"Mr. Fraye, you have to understand! We finally have the chance to meet our father. The chance to get away!" Rachel said, her eyes reflecting hope.

"Yeah, we can't stand that life, and we've never gotten the chance to know him," Ana said, referring to their father. For a moment, his eyes softened, and he nodded.

"Alright, I'll let you both go. But promise to stay outta danger, ye hear? No trouble makin'," he said, smiling somewhat sadly at them. They smiled sincerely, then hugged him. He embraced them as if they were his girls, patting their shoulders as each pulled away.

Rachel turned to Benj, smiling almost teasingly. "You'll have to steal the ropes now Benj, since me and Anna'll be gone." He nodded, taking things too seriously. "Ah, come on. Where's the fun Benj we know and love?" she asked, punching his shoulder lightly.

He smiled again, this time looking up at her. "Hiding in the barrels," he responded, and she laughed. She hugged him briefly, adjusting her bag once it ended. She looked over to Ana, who rolled her eyes. "Oh, alright," she said, then hugged him as well.

As she pulled back, however, she pecked his cheek. He looked almost shocked, but smiled all the same. She punched his shoulder as well, except harder than Rachel. "See ya Benj," she said, waving to them both as they turned and headed towards the ship.

They gripped the other's hand, nerves getting the better out of both. However, once they saw the figure swaying about on deck, they smiled. Yep, he certainly seemed like their father. So, giving the other's hand a squeeze, they let go and bounded up the board to the ship.

Their feet betrayed them, for as soon as they reached the deck, he looked up. They both stared at him; he was unlike any other they had seen. His eyes were lined with kohl, his face tanned and sculptured; beads rimmed his hair, which was kept back by a red bandana. He wore a simple white tunic, slightly dirty, and a pair of brown breeches, tucked into his black boots. He wore a ring or two, and tattoos were splattered on his arms. The most unique thing about him, however, was his braided beard. He cocked his head at them, and they did the same.

After a moment or two, he set the item he had been looking at back down on a table and looked up at them. "Sorry girls, but no tours today. Ye'll have te wait with the others," he said, watching them.

Ana scoffed and walked over to the table, beginning to inspect things as well. He looked at her with a shocked look, but redirected his attention to Rachel as she moved closer. "No offense, Mr. Sparrow, but we're coming with you," she said, dropping her bag on the deck.

"First off, it's Captain Sparrow, and second, no, ye aren't." He moved to pick up her bag, but she stepped in front of him. "Touch it and die," she said, her eyes hardening.

He quirked an eyebrow, but held his hand to his chin in thought. She just stared at him for a moment, wondering what it could possibly be that he was thinking about. "Ye look familiar, that I'll give ye. But why?" he asked, tapping his chin with his forefinger.

Ana drew their attention away for a brief moment as she tossed something over her head. It resulted in a loud crash, and she looked up at them. "Sorry," she said, shrugging it off before she went back to examining the things on the table. After Rachel withdrew her eyes from her twin, she looked back at her father. "I'm actually glad you brought that up. You see," she said, turning around, heading towards the table for a moment to look at a sword laying on it. She made sure to kick her bag away from his grasp. "A little over fourteen years ago, you slept with a french whore," she said, lifting the sword and examining it. He watched her, making a movement to stop her from taking it, but she only turned around, holding it in front of her face. "Her name, was Anna Rose. Soft brown hair, blue eyes, very pretty," Rachel went on, earning a very, VERY confused face from Jack.

"However, the next few days went by, and as you, um, had your fun with her?, she got pregnant. Twins, to be exact. She removed herself from France, left for Scotland, and there, began raising her twin daughters." He blinked, watching her as she swung the sword around a bit. "Those girls, MR. Sparrow, happen to be on your ship right now," she concluded, looking up at him.

He stared for a bit, then began laughing. "Very clever, young miss, but, I do not believe ye. There's no way Jack Sparrow can have kids. Too big of an inconvenience. And you both, are not goin' to come with me," he said.

His head snapped towards the table as a gunshot sounded. Ana had thrown a pistol over her head, and had not been aware that it was cocked. Therefore, it had gone off, shooting a small hole in the surrounding wood. She shrugged again, giving a small, innocent smile before looking again. Rachel sighed and shook her head at her slightly older sister.

"Jack, listen to me," she said, ditching all formalities. "We're not staying with our mother and her fiance, and we're not leaving this ship. No matter what you say. Got it?" He looked at her as if she had just shouted a stream of obscene words in two different languages as the same time.

"Listen here, miss, this here is my ship, therefore, I have the las' say. And I say ye are NOT coming with me," he said, pulling out his sword. "I'll fight ye for it, if ye wish."

Rachel rolled her eyes and looked at him. "Who do you think gave you the ship Jack? Commodore Cutler is our mother's fiance, we weasled the ship to your grasp. Believe me if you want to, but it's true."

"Well, then my thanks I give ye, but ye're not coming with me." At his words, she let out a sigh of frustration and jumped on to the ledge. She held the sword at her neck, pressing the blade against her skin so even the slightest movement would cause a cut.

His eyes widened and he took a step forward, but she only gripped the rigging and shifted her feet. He then hesitated, before relaxing. "Ye won't do it. No girl yer age has a wish to die." But his eyes once again widened as she flicked her wrist slightly, a drop of blood sliding down the blade and falling to the deck. He watched it the whole way down.

He sighed, then looked back to her. "I just don' get it," he said, and she simply watched him. "I get how she can be me daughter," he continued, motioning to Ana, who merely looked up a moment before continuing her examination. "But ye, ye're what puzzles me. 'nly resemblence is yer hair, and even that's lighter than mine," he said, picking up strands of his hair as if to prove his point.

"She looks like our mother. We're fraternal twins, so I look like you, she looks like the mother. Not that uncommon," Ana said, revealing her voice to him for the first time. He glanced over at her, but her eyes were still transfixed on the items in front of her.

After a moment's hesitation, he nodded, looking back to Rachel. "Okay, ye both can come." Rachel smiled and jumped down, removing the sword from her neck. "But on one condition." At this, Ana finally looked up.

"Ye tell me all about ye after the work's done."

A/N: Okay, I realized, looking back, that I made a mistake with the Inn's name. The words are feminine, and therefore cannot have a masculine article. So, instead of El, I needed to use La. I'll eventually change that when the story's finished, and I can fine tune the mistakes I made.

Anyways, other than that, that's it. I hope it's not too confusing, and I hope it's up to Amanda's standards, seeing as how she's my co-writer, and I've just taken liberty and began writing it. Some ideas are hers, however, and I will be sure to make mention of them. I am a little unaware, however, right now of what all in the past chapters she helped with, since I haven't read it in a while. Still, I hope it's good for her. Ta now, and be sure to review.

Thanks and love lots,

--renee--