Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. It would be a waste of your time to sue me I am afraid. If I could afford them, do you think I would be writing on here? No. ( :

A/N: Already, I've broken my promise. However, I swear I have a good excuse! Honest! I had to go to the doctor get a few blood tests, and a shot. Yeah, a shot. Those freaking things hurt. So, I am a few days late, and I am terribly sorry. Forgive me?

Without further ado, chapter fourteen:

"I was supposed to help in the kitchen!" She said.

"Aye. Well, lass, yer a bit late…" Josh said.

"Apparently!" She asked. She stormed off into the kitchen leaving the table in laughter. At least everyone took it well. Will worried how the noon meal was going to look to him though, after hearing some loud clangs in the kitchen and Cotton's parrot screeching, "Dance the jig!" Will smiled to himself, and reminded himself to look for anything suspicious when it came time to eat again.


Octavia was especially determined to earn her keep. Although she wasn't a good cook, and she didn't like being on the Pearl, she had to give it her best shot. She took to making fish stew, which was simple enough and was one of the few things she learned from the cook when she was with Norrington. Cotton was in there as well, but he seemed a bit irritated with Octavia already. She thought it would be best if she just worked by herself. True, it was the best way she did work; but it was her least favorite.

She took one of the few, old spices form a shelf above the large stove and poured some in. She had no idea what the herb was but, at least the stew could have a more exotic flavor. Octavia was never one to care what people thought of her, she was a woman pirate for goodness' sake! She smirked at the thought of caring what other people might think of her.

After a few minutes the endless chatter ended in the crew's dining room, she figured that everyone was off to work. She took a second herb from the shelf and smelt it, it smelt odd. Octavia knew the smell before, but couldn't place it. She shrugged and added it to the bubbling pot. Cotton seemed content, doing absolutely nothing. Octavia always had something to do for the crew. Her crew, that is.

Her corset was beginning to itch, and it was annoying her. She knew it wouldn't be lady-like to itch herself. However, it was like trying to reach that one spot on your back that you can never get to. She tried to itch it with the back of her neck, trying to ease the urge. It didn't help. She shifted the corset as much as she could without using her hands, but it didn't help. Finally, the temptation of running her nails across her back was too great. She itched it. Finally, it was content. For the moment anyways.

Suddenly the Pearl shifted to its portside and Octavia was lucky to have moved out of the way before the stew moved a few inches towards her. Luckily, it didn't topple over, but some of it dripped over the side. She sighed in relief. It would have been painful to have that pot, or the stew hit you. She took up arag and pushed it back on the back end of the stove. She looked to Cotton, who looked just as relieved as she did, and he motioned for her to go above deck. She flashed him half of a smile and ran down the hall.

Octavia rushed down the hall, scrambling. Finally, she reached the deck where the crew was scrambling around, tightening ropes, and taking orders. Jack stood firm at the helm, he had a look of calm on his face. Octavia rushed up to him, despite the looks form some of the crew. Her hair was creeping out of the braid and on to her face. She was in an adrenaline rush, the excitement pulsing in her body. At least, she hoped it was excitement.

"Wha's goin' on, Jack?" She shouted.

"The Mishap is following us an' it's Captain to you, Captain…" He said to her then shouted, "Run out the sweeps ye lazy dogs!"

The crew obeyed and many flew below deck. Jack seemed satisfied and focused on what Octavia assumed was the horizon.

"The Mishap? With-" She started but, Jack roughly cut her off.

"With Captain Ked? That would be 'im!"

"But the Black Pearl is the fastest ship…!"

"Funny, I was the one who started that whole statement! It's really caught on!" Jack smirked at her. She stood dumbfounded, how could he joke when Captain Ked was pursuing him?

"Why don' ye blow it then?"

"We're low on cannons and what not, missy! Ye better get below deck…"

"Ye forget Jack that I am Captain Octavia!" She put her hands on her hips and stood still.

"Interestin'…." Jack muttered, turning the wheel a bit more to the east.

"Wha's interesting?"

"Ye started that statement," He concluded. "Pity it won't catch on now..."

"Ye ignorant bastard… I'm not goin' anywhere, but ye better ready the cannons, they're close," Octavia said, clearly unmoved by his statement.

"This is my ship, missy. I'll not be insulted on my ship. If I hear ye doin' tha' again ye'll be scrubbing the decks, Savvy?" He turned to her, then turned to the remaining crew, who were just as unsettled as a few minutes before, and shouted, "Ready the cannons!"

Octavia smirked and replied sarcastically, "Aye, Savvy. Oh great Captain Sparrow." She bowed a dramatic bow. He smiled and said, "Tha's more like it."

The Mishap was coming up on their portside.

Norrington lay awake, chewing on his bread, wondering what was going on. He decided it was better not to fuss if he had any hope of escaping. He continued to sit there, chewing on moldy bread.

A/N: I know it's short, but this was the only spot that was the best to stop. I have written a few more chapters, and will, I give you all my word, update on time.

A Depp Girl: Thank ye so much. You get a cookie, and a lifetime supply of rum.

A Bit closer, Johnny; Yeah I think Elizabeth will do. Lol. She'll get into it more later, or will she? ((Cue creepy jaws music or other music…)) For your trip, you get a lovely collection of Johnny glasses, and a nice cool three-corner hat. ( :

Jack's girl: Oh! A new reviewer! I love new faces, or names…whatever. You get your choice of a collector's item: Mort Rainey's Doritos chips, or Sands cell phone. ( :

CaptainAnna13: Hola! Don't skip too fast; you'll wear yourself out. It's not fun skipping when your tired ether. Trust me. I love Octavia too, but look out she has a short temper…or she will…I think. For you, a nice compass personally held by Captain Jack himself. ( :