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The sun crept out from over the sea that early summer morning. However, Jack, in the bilge of the ship, had no window and couldn't see any light. That was until, the cabin door swung open brightening the room.

Jack was lying face down on the floor of his prison cell. The large bald headed man, who had opened the door, walked over to Jack's cell and whipped out a key. Jack rose his head some to see who it was, then groaned and put his head back down. "Thanks for the wake up call mate, but I'm sleepin' in this mornin'."

The bald headed man unlocked the door, swung it open and walked in, towering over Jack's slothful body resting on the ground. So, the man grunted, and kicked Jack hard in his side. "Oww! Right, I've changed my mind! It'll be good to get up and get some exercise today!" He slowly got up, holding his side the whole time and headed out of the cell with the bald pirate right behind him.

Up on deck it was very lively. There were pirates everywhere doing their own daily tasks and there was a bustle in everyone. Jack was tempted to bark some orders at the shipmates, but then he realized that this wasn't his ship; even though it was quite similar in some ways.

Then, he heard her speak. "Bill, I told you to swab the starboard side! Now get on it! And Robert, belay that talk and get up to the lookout like I told you!" Amera was of course at helm, steering her ship. She then looked in Jack's direction and nodded at the bald pirate to bring Jack to her.

The bald guard shoved Jack and so, he started up the stairs. As they did, Jack turned back and said to the guard, "You know I think you should learn some manners son-" Just as he said that, Torin came down the steps, his shoulder hitting Jack sharply on his way. He kept walking but turned his head and said mockingly, "Sorry, didn't see you there!" He looked at Jack with pure hatred. And all Jack could do was grin and say, "I'll be sure to be noticed next time then!" He grinned slyly then turned and walked up the rest of the steps. Torin tried to relax as he walked away.

Amera stood at the helm, wind on her face. She enjoyed owning her own ship very much. And even more, she enjoyed what was about to come. At that moment, Jack swaggered over to her with his guard following.

"Good morning Jack! Hope Francis didn't wake you up too early!" Jack looked back at the bald pirate known as Francis and then back at Amera, "Not at all Cap'n! I've enjoyed every moment on this splendid ship of yours!" Amera smiled at him, "Wonderful! Then let's get down to business!" Jack then became interested, "Great! Now, the last time I saw the Pearl was near St. Lucia where I was picked up by the local merchants. So I think we should start there." Amera listened to this, then nodded. "So, hows about I help with the steering and directing to the island and we can-"

"Hold on just one moment Jack! I never agreed to that part of the deal!" Jack raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" Amera tapped her fingers on the helm and put her other hand on her waist. She pondered, then smiled. It was the biggest smile she's ever had. "Well, I've agreed to help you in your search for your ship, Jack. However, I never said you'd be working up here with me at the helm the entire time!"

Jack crossed his arms, he knew what was ahead of him. "Jack, you are to clean my ship. Swab from the stern up to the bow. Then you are to clean the galley top to bottom, and finish up with the lavatories. Francis will equip you with your supplies. Savvy?"

Jack sighed, "Do I even have a say in this love?" Amera chuckled a tad, then replied happily, "No, you really don't!"

It was almost a quarter to six o'clock and Jack was just cleaning up the last bathroom. "This has been the lowest point in my life." As Jack put his mop and bucket away, he smelled of raw fish and sea salt. So, he decided to jump in the bath down the hall then get some grub with the rest of the crew.

During the course of the day, Amera agreed to Jack staying in one of the quarters on the ship instead of his cell. However, it was only the size of a broom closet, except it had a cot stuck inside. But Jack didn't mind, he'd had worse.

After he cleaned up, he left his room and headed to the galley. Almost everyone was in there, it was packed. Jack grabbed a large mug of rum and took a bowl of meat stew. Then he sat down and watched the festivities. There were drunk pirates dancing and some playing instruments, then some just sat and drank merrily. Jack was somewhat surprised, no one really tried to fight each other. Amera really kept things in line on her ship. Even though the wench was a pain, she did know how to keep everything in order.

Then, someone tapped Jack hard on his back. So Jack turned around slowly, slyly drinking his rum as his eyes met with Torin. He calmly set down his rum and asked, "Is there a problem mate?" Torin gave him a fierce stare, "Aye, your in my seat." "Ah, sorry, didn't know." And Jack turned around again and sipped his rum, not budging. Then Torin pushed Jack and shouted, "I said get up!"

Jack, having split his rum, set down his mug, wiped himself off, and got up, coming close to Torin's face, "What's your name son?" He grunted, "Torin." Jack crossed his arms, and started walking around him. "Torin, do you know who I am?" By now, all the other pirates were watching. "Yes, you're the infamous Jack Sparrow." Some of the pirates gasped. Andrew, in the corner, was twining his guitar, and when he heard that, he suddenly became interested and went over to the crowded pirates.

"Aye," Said Jack, stopping in front of Torin. "Then what have you got against me? What have I ever done to upset you?" Then, Torin got really pissed off. "What?!? Don't I look familiar to you at all?" Sparrow began to think, how could he possibly know this boy-then it hit him. He knew exactly who Torin Weller was.

About three years ago, Jack was in a pub in Tortuga. He was drunk and having a great time, talking to one of the town wenches. Then, a man with short dark hair and fierce green eyes came up to him and said, "Ey! That's my wench you scallywag!" Taking the girl from Jack's arms. The girl tried to get Torin to calm down, but he just pushed her to the side and came toward Jack. They both started to fight, both stumbling every so often because they both had been drinking. Eventually, Jack knocked Torin out and swaggered away with the girl, never seeing him again.

Until now.

"I'd like to finish that fight the way it was meant to be finished!" Torin said in but a whisper. Jack just stood there, taking in all the old happy memories. But, as he did, a fist flew his way and he was too slow to react. Jack didn't fall to the ground, but the hit extremely hurt; his lip was bleeding. So, he tackled Torin to the ground and began to punch him. But, by the second punch, Torin grabbed Jack's fist and punched him in the left eye.

With Jack moaning with pain, Torin got up and kicked Jack over and over in the side. Then the bald headed Francis came up, "Alright Torin, he's had enough." Torin kicked him one last time, then left the galley.

Jack coughed up some blood, the last hit was the worst. And he really couldn't see at that moment cause his left eye was swollen shut, and the other one hurt from the headache he had. He then suddenly felt someone help him up, he didn't know who. He remembered walking somewhere; that was until he blacked out.

Jack had slept after he went into unconsciousness. It wasn't until he felt someone put a soft damp cloth on his forehead. He tried to open his left eye, but it refused. He opened his right, seeing where he was. It was a room. It was pretty nice; it had a window with curtains and a small cozy bed, which he was in. Then, he saw his nurse. And she looked just like an angel.

"Amera," Jack forced out of him. He was still very weak. She put a finger to his lips. "Be quiet. Your too weak to talk." But he still tried, "Where am-" It took all his strength to say those two words. "It's alright. Your in Andrew's cabin. He brought you to me an hour ago. He's letting you stay here until you get your strength back. And don't worry, he doesn't mind your closet a bit." She laughed a little, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm sorry about Torin Jack. He isn't the friendliest guy, and he's very aggressive, and he's really strong." She began to wonder off little bit, but stopped herself and started talking again.

"Don't think that I fancy you Jack," She took another wet rag and kept cleaning up his wounds on his bare chest. "I'm just the only nurse on this ship, the last one died in a raid. So I'm the captain and the nurse." She started wrapping up his wounds and was very gentle about it. Jack forgot how soft she was. "There, that should do it." Finishing up his bandages. "I'm cleaning your shirt, since there were blood stains on it. You'll get it back in no time. Now, just try to rest, you can't get up for a day or two. Just stay here and recover your strength."

Jack just looked at her. This was the first time since Amera was on the Black Pearl that he had done that, look at her. Not just her beauty, but past that. She cleared her throat and began to get up. But as she did, Jack reached for her. "Wait, Jack-" Btu she stopped. He was touching her bar neck. He looked at her curiously, and she knew what he had been reaching for. Her father's navy sapphire locket.

"Oh, my locket. I uh," She began to grow really uncomfortable. "I lost it. Goodnight Jack! I'll check on you tomorrow!" She got up and left the room, shutting the door behind her. She stood there outside of his room for a while before going to her quarters. That really was the first time that Amera pitied Jack Sparrow.