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Chapter 4

"Wonderful, and now you're going to leave us on this God-forsaken rock, right?" I snapped at Jack.

"Why would I do that?" he asked, all innocence. "You can be part of me crew. You'll just have to watch your tongues, savvy?"

Before I could say anything, Monica intervened with a flowery response to Jack and glare in my direction that told me quite clearly to keep my mouth shut.

We arrived in Tortuga's port a little over an hour later. Jack immediately disembarked, but Monica, Hannah and I all stayed on board. Jack had told us (and Will had agreed) that unless we were wearing some sort of dress we were required to stay on the Interceptor. We all thought that was a load of bullshit, but it's better not to tell your captain that.

Later that night, long after Will and Jack had left, we began to get hungry and claustrophobic, not a good combination as we found out. We began to explore the ship, and soon discovered that in the captain's cabin, there was a full wardrobe of elegant, 1700's style dresses (much to our dismay). They would fit someone Hannah's size or my size, but they were all far too short for Monica. She shrugged it off, telling us to get her something to eat and then get our slow and sorry asses back to the ship.

Hannah and I wandered the streets, looking for wherever Jack and Will might just happen to be. We walked for almost an hour and passed 18 different taverns before we found the one that they were in.

Will grinned when he saw us running towards him. "Jack and I were wondering how long it would take you to figure out that we didn't have any food on the ship," he told us, still grinning.

"I don't bloody well care, alright?" I said, breathless after my sprint with Hannah. "Now, would you mind directing us to the food? We're on orders from Monica to bring some back to the ship."

He laughed and gave us a handful of coins, then led us over to the counter that stood against one wall.

After buying some for Monica and eating some ourselves, we ran back to the Interceptor with food in a bag, and were greeted with it being torn away from us. Between mouthfuls, she told us that we also had a visitor.

The three of us trudged down into the underbelly of the ship, and saw a flash of silvery-golden as someone ducked their head behind a large barrel. I nodded to them and the three of us fanned out around the stowaway. When we had trapped the person, we stopped advancing. Our prisoner, seeing who we were, laughed and stood up, walking towards us with a smile. I personally don't understand how she could smile while we were in the wet, moldy, dark underbelly of a ship, but that's just me.

"Em, Han, Mons, what's up gals?" she asked, walking towards us.

Hannah snorted. "We could ask you the same thing Harris," I told her.

She grinned. "Well, actually, it would be nice if you could tell me where the hell I am first."

Monica laughed. "We, madam, are stuck in the middle of the Carribean, in the middle of the 17th century," she informed her, with the air of someone who had better things to do than to tell you where you were. "You are on the British Royal Navy ship the Interceptor, whose captain is Jack Sparrow, and whose first mate is William Turner, the son of Bootstrap Bill Turner. Any other questions?"

Harris looked at her like she was mad then decided that she had already known that. "Actually yes, there is one more. What's with the dresses?"

Hannah and I looked down at our attire. "Umm, we weren't allowed off the ship without them," Hannah told her. She then turned to me. "Do you by any chance remember where we left our normal clothes?" she asked. "This dress is heavy."

"Yeah, they're up in the cabins. And yours can't be half as bad as mine is, because mine is twice as long!"

"Well haha, too bad for you."

"I'll get you for that later Hannah."

She rolled her eyes. "Sure you will Em, sure you will."

The men didn't get back to the ship until an hour or so before sunrise. We all took turns keeping watch for them. When they did return, it was Will dragging a stoned Jack by his collar.

That morning passed uneventfully. We ate some of the food that Will had bought, we looked at the new crew, got in trouble with Jack and Gibbs, and met Anamaria. After that, the five of us women were inseparable. We shared duties, a cabin, secrets, jokes, stories, basically everything.

"So, tell me again, what made us become members of a buccaneer crew?" I asked Monica after a week or so of sailing.

"The fact that it was either be part of the crew or stay on Tortuga and become a whore," she told me.

Hannah heard us and laughed. "Give me the chance to be a pirate any day!" she called from the bowsprit where she was hauling in a rope that had been dangling off the side of the ship. "I mean, we're only 16, right? That's a little to young to be a whore if you ask me."

I grinned. "Remember that we're in a period of time where girls were considered marriageable age after their 15th birthday. So, if we were born in this time period, we'd already be married!"

We all looked at each other and shuddered. "Sounds awful," Harris commented.

"Tell me about it."

"Hear hear!"

"Amen sisters!"

"Shut up guys."

"Porque?" asked Hannah, walking over to join us in leaning over the side. God I hate it when she speaks in Spanish.

"Ah, vete a la mierda, Han," I responded.

"Okay, that was cold," Monica intervened. "Em, keep a civil tongue...."

"Why? You guys don't," I interrupted her.

She paused. "Okay, so that's true, but if you've got to cuss someone out, keep it in English, alright?" she told me.

"No," I informed her.

"And Han," she went on, ignoring me, "Cut the Spanish crap, k? It gets really annoying."

"You just noticed?" I muttered.

"Now lets go find Harris. I haven't seen her since this morning."

"Umm, Mon, none of us have, we've been together all day."

"Crap."

"Slick Mons, slick."

A/N: As I always say, strange chapter. Anyway, review!

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