Sandra rose carefully from her swaying bunk, momentarily forgetting that she was no longer at the Inn. At first it was nauseating, but soon she found it soothing.

"Good, you're awake. Jack gave strict orders that you weren't to be disturbed." The dark-faced woman peered at her curiously, "and that we weren't to ask questions until you are willing to answer them."

"Oh…well, where am I?"

"We're making way for Port Royal. Urgent business, if I'm to understand Jack. Made us change our route as soon as we left Tortuga…"

"I wasn't referring to where the SHIP is, I just want to know where I am on it."

The woman laughed. "You're in our new cabin...Jack's old one. Nice, ay? We're right on deck. Everyone else sleeps below, but Jack, figuring there being two women aboard now, decided we'd better have our own room away from the men."

"Is…is there likely to be any trouble from them?"

"The men on this ship may seem like scoundrels, but they're mostly civilized folk...This isn't Jack's original Black Pearl crew, but that's an adventure I'm sure he'll be willing to tell you some day…" the woman trailed off, "No, no trouble from the men on the Pearl—unless you count snoring and other unseemly bodily functions "trouble"."

Sandra laughed. "I see. I'm Sandra, then."

"Anamaria."

"I can tell you want to ask questions already. Since we're going to be cabin mates, you may as well know what you want."

Anamaria asked about Sandra's past, and of course, how she came to board the Black Pearl. Sandra told her all about her life as a "girl of questionable morale", and told Anamaria of how she despised her life as a whore, and "seduced" Jack Sparrow into letting her run away with him and his crew. She carefully edited parts that would give away her father's identity—she didn't know what kind of man he had been, or if anyone save Jack would hold it against her.

"I'm afraid you went from one scummy trade to another. Life aboard a pirate ship—especially one as notorious as the Black Pearl—is hardly going to be a more comfortable life."

"I assure you, it will be far more comfortable."

Anamaria gave her an odd look before smiling awkwardly and leaving the tiny room.

"If you don't mind my asking, Captain…"

"Speak your piece, luv." Jack said. It amused him how she clamed up in front of him, yet seemed so comfortable around Anamaria. An effect of her former trade, perhaps? He would have to wait until he observed her around the rest of the crew.

"What is our reason for going to Port Royal? Anamaria said you changed your course after acquiring me. You're not going to leave me, are you? Please, Jack, I have no one…"

"Relax. You can trust me, Sandra."

"Then why Port Royal? Isn't that just the kind of respectable place pirates like you tend to steer away from?"

Jack laughed. "You have us pegged. Good pirate logic—of course, it IS in your blood."

"You certainly have a way of dodging questions."

"We have friends in Port Royal. Will and Elizabeth are good people. Civilized, but good. We've had some number of adventures together, all of which I shall tell you about later. Will almost joined me—natural pirate, that one. It's in his blood."

"You're doing it again."

"Oh yes, luv. Will is a great man. Will Turner—your brother."