Sandra tugged on her most seductive dress. It was tight in all the right places, and daringly low-cut. She let her dark tresses hang temptingly down her back, and applied the cosmetics she usually wore for work. It was well known that Rum River, the Inn where she worked, was a favorite with pirates. She only hoped it was a favorite of Captain Jack Sparrow's. She was dressed with the intention of "seducing" him—of getting him alone in her room. It was the only way she could think of without being too obvious to her employer…the owner of the Inn.

She ran downstairs where the cooks were preparing for the noon meal. Her work was done mostly at night, so during the day hours she helped and worked as a "normal" waitress, bringing food and drink to the customers. She would still cater to her other duties if they were asked of her, but it was rare that a man would at this time of day.

She grabbed a tray of bread and stew, and carried it to the main room, and served until each customer had a bowl, and then served until everyone was full. She didn't mind the little group of people who stopped for lunch in her Tavern, since they were there for lunch, and only lunch. It didn't last long, as they all had to be getting back to their jobs.   Shortly, lunch was over, and there was a slow time until supper, when things would really get stirred up. That's when men would be getting off work, and they would be coming here for a bit of whiskey, and they would seek her company.

"The Pearl! It's arrived!" She heard the cook shout from outside. Pirates always brought plenty of coin to spend on drink, and were very sought-after customers.

Sandra darted outside, and, sure enough, she saw the black sails of the infamous pirate ship. The flag of Captain Sparrow fluttered proudly in the ocean wind.

She had seen the captain before, but had never spoken to him. She only hoped he still looked the same, otherwise she had no idea how she would ever find him.

She went back to her room to make sure everything was packed up, and ready to go. She didn't want to hold the crew up by packing. She laid the letter on her end table, and then hurried downstairs where the cook would have a market list for her before supper started.

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When nighttime came in Tortuga, the entire city was transformed. During the day it might be like any other respectable town, but at night, Tortuga was the height of everything a respectable town would deem "unseemly" and "improper". The smell of bad whisky assaulted the nose, and everywhere you looked, there were drunks, whores, and loud music.

And Sandra had hated it her whole life.

She served drinks in the common room, and kept a weather-eye out for the Captain. She had already served some of his crew, and had overheard them mention that he was due to meet them there.

When he finally walked in, she was ready. She walked saucily over to him, and smiled. "Can I get you a drink, Captain?" she said, in her breathiest voice.

"You can get me more than just a drink, luv." He said, and took a step towards her.

"How does a drink in my room sound to you?" She whispered softly in his ear, putting every ounce of seduction she could muster in her voice. If he refused…what would she do then?

"That would be wonderful." He said.  She led him up the stairs, and sent the page for drink before ushering Jack inside her room, then secured the door behind her.  "Shall we get started, luv, or do you like to take your time about it? Either is fine for me." Jack said smoothly, as he laid his hat on the dresser, and smoothed his moustache.

"Actually, I have something else to discuss with you." She said, a lot more shy now than she had been a few moments ago. The sudden change in tone made Jack turn to really look at this girl—no, this woman—that had brought him to her room. "Years ago you sailed with my father, William Turner. He died when I was young, and my mother couldn't raise me by myself. She wrote this letter, intent on giving it to you as soon as she could. She died before she had a chance though."

She gave Jack a moment to scan through the note. His eyes widened, and he read it again, carefully. "This is very interesting." He mused.

"Captain, you must get me out of here. I can't live another day like this."

"What's your name, luv?" Jack asked gently, after hearing the desperation in her voice. He was completely shocked—Bootstrap had another child!

"Sandra. Sandra Turner."

This girl looked older than Will. Bootstrap had told him in confidence that he had only once child, and that was Will. Did he lie to protect Sandra? Or could it be that he didn't know about her? Pirates in general tended to be a promiscuous bunch, and it was hardly unusual for one to have children without their knowledge, but THIS girl knew who and what her father was, regardless if Bill knew about HER.

"William "Bootstrap" Turner was one of the best pirates in the Caribbean. He was also one of my very best friends. I can not leave you here with an easy heart, knowing you want to leave."

Sandra beamed. He would take her away from here!

"Gather your things—we'll sneak you out the back." She nodded, and grabbed two small packs. The rest of the room was bare—apparently, it was all she had. "Lass, before we leave, I should make it be known that once you board the Pearl, I am your Captain, and you will do your share of the work, savvy? You will be treated as any other man...er...person on board." Jack took note of her hesitation. "Sandra, can you sail under the command of a pirate? Or can you not?"

"I can and will." She answered simply.