Bill looked out to the clear blue waters of the Caribbean. She was gone. Nothing could or would return her, why couldn't he just accept that? Abigail would want him to be happy, right? Could he let himself be happy? Little voices caught his attention,
"Do you think we're away from Port Royal now?" one said quietly, and began to move to where they were coming from,
"We have to be," another agreed, "can we get out now?"
"No wait till its for sure or until we get to Tourtuga." The one sighed,
"What's that?" The another asked, Bill crept overhead and listened to his sisters bicker, perhaps this trip would be more interesting than he excepted,
"The pirate island, dummy." Natalie scolded her sister,
"Oh right," Naomi nodded slowly, "Why has it gotten dark?"
"A storm must be coming, we better get down below." Her voice faded as she looked up and saw Bill smiling down at them. She smiled unsurely and then yelled "Surprise!"
"Bill what was..." Their father came up and looked down at the girls, "What are you girls doing here, you're suppose to be back with you're mother,"
"I told you he wouldn't be happy." Naomi whispered to Natalie,
"I didn't want to just stay!" Natalie sighed, "I want to be a pirate too!"
"Natalie this isn't safe," Will narrowed his eyes at them, "Why did you come Naomi?"
"I just followed her, she said you would be happy," She looked down,
"You let Bill go with you!" Natalie stood up from behind the barrels that had hidden them
"Bill's older Natalie, you know that," He turned her to her, "Why didn't you stay with you're mother?"
"Will stop talkin' to the barrels and help the crew with the ropes," Jack sauntered over to the place, "Ah, what do we have here, lasses you know you should be back with your mum."
"But Mr. Sparrow I want to be a pirate!" Natalie protested,
"An' what 'bout you love you want to turn pirate as well?" He looked over to Naomi,
"Yes, Mr. Sparrow," She nodded unsurely, and Will opened his mouth to protest but Jack smiled at them and stuck out his hand,
"Loves as long as you call me Captain we have an accord,"
Cleo had slept lightly that night waiting for Gabe to come into the cell and attack, but he never did. Neither did any man on this ship. They must've been busy with the women that were given to them. She didn't even have any rum! Damn pirates and damn Gabe. She couldn't believe she had trusted him. She would never trust again. Now her mind changed to the captain on this bloody ship. Cleo knew the captain and the captain well. The captain was not a forgiving person, not at all, and Cleo knew what the captain wanted and what the captain was looking for,
"Alright girly get up," A pirate threw the door back and picked her up roughly holding her tight, "the captain wants to see you."
"So early in the day?" She asked,
"Says lunch is always good for explainin'," He mumbled as they walked up the stairs, and he led her into a room with food almost overflowing the table Cleo guessed it was leftovers from the little rendezvous last night, "The Captain Brophy will be here soon, Turner,"
"Lovely to hear," She said sarcastically, and he left smiling. She slowly moved around the table looking for some apples, but there were none. Yes Brophy must really hate Jack Sparrow. She looked down at her dirty dress, it was a morning dress that used to be blue, but was now sooty and brown, her feet her bear and cold. She looked at drawers that were filled with pants and shirts and saw a pair of boots,
"Perfect," She smiled as she quickly undressed and put the shirt, pants, and boots on. Finally the door opened, "Ah Captain Brophy always a pleasure saw you took you're leisurely time,"
"You don't look like a Turner," Her sea green eyes flashed at her, and then softened, "Tut, tut Cleo I'm disappointed at you,"
"Were you ever not disappointed at me?" Cleo sat in a chair and put her feet up on the table,
"True," She looked at her black boots, "didn't stayin' at the Turner's teach you anythin' girly?"
"No," She answered plainly, "leave them alone, Brophy they don't deserve to brought into another mess they can't handle,"
"I could, but treasure worth more than a silly friendship I had with a girl years ago," Brophy smiled, "Bet their lil' one Natalie looks like her gran'ma,"
"I can tell you where she is," Cleo offered,
"She's back at Port Royal," She shrugged, and Cleo just smiled, "no she has her gran'ma's sprit as well, eh? Alright we'll wait at the island for the Pearl, I'm sure you're da remembers where it is."
"You really think their headed straight for the Island of Rubieous?" Her smile still offered more information than it should have,
"You're too much like you're father," Brophy glared at her, "You offer somethin' but it doesn't help,"
"I wonder if I get it from me mum too," She rested her blue eyes on Brophy, and began to stand up, and walk to the door, but she stepped in her way,
"Come now, Cleo you must be hungry," She hissed,
"Lost my appetite last night, suppose you keep that first mate in check, he thinks he owns the bloody ship," Cleo shrugged, and began to move but Brophy stepped in her way again, "If you don't move...."
"Do what, Ms. Sparrow?" she smiled, "You don't have any weapons on you, you were mistaken for a lil Turner girl, I pity you,"
"Always knew you carin'." Cleo smiled a short sweet smile,
"Come now, you really must really need a swim, Cleo." Brophy said with a sugary sweetness that made Cleo want to barf, and she put an arm around her,
"Captain," A crew member walked in, "We're comin' up on Tourtuga."
"Why would it matter to me?" Brophy glared at him,
"The crew was 'ust wonderin' if..." He shrugged, Brophy turned to look at Cleo and her face showed no expression or help, and she turned back to the pirate,
"Alright," She nodded, "We're headin' for Tourtuga,"