Tori slipped up on deck and felt the cool salt air tangle her wavy hair. She knew technically she was supposed to stay below deck, but the crew found her so amusing Jack gave up trying to enforce that rule. Of course, her carefully choreographed innocence may have had something to do with it, or it could have just been the fact that she was rather pretty.

"Oi Tori! What's fo' dinna?"

"Salt pork and hardtack." She replied sweetly

"Ick! Come on, you're teasing us," the men wheedled

"'Ard to port! 'Ard to port! Braawk!" The parrot croaked protestingly.

"Aye, it makes Mr. Cotton sick it does!"

"Then cook yourself!" Tori pouted and turned her back on them, pretending to cry.

"Hey! What are you doing to her? Shove off!" Will came up on the gathering crew and shouldered through to her.

"They don't like my cooking!" She sniffed, looking up at Will with her big blue eyes.

"Here now! You'll lose us our beau'ful gor-met chef!" Gibbs reprimanded the crew.

Tori tried in vain to keep from grinning.

"Come on Tori, ye know we love ye!" The crew apologized and showered upon her the best compliments they knew, which in pirate jargon was rather difficult.

"Yer more beu'iful than a ship in the sunset!"

"Yer cookin' be be'ter than th' whores 'n Tortuga!"

"Nay! 'Tis be'ter than loo'tin th' govn'ers 'ouse!"

"Aye!"

"Alright alright," she relented laughing "Since you're all such wonderful actors I suppose you can be rewarded for your performance."

The crew cheered and Tori shooed them all back to work. Something caught her eye, and she noticed Jack watching her. She acted as if she didn't see him, but she worried he would put two and two together to make four, instead of the usual three.

"The crew is a rough bunch, but they're good men." Will apologized

Tori tilted her head "Of course they are, but what kind of fisherman are they?"

Fourty five salmon later, she had her answer; she prepared the most delicious fresh salmon-cakes the seas could offer.

Tori went back to the galley to bring out the next batch, and Jack slipped in behind her.

"If I din't know better, I'd say you were trying to win over me crew." He commented in her ear. She jumped, nearly dropping the hot tray.

"Captain Sparrow!"

"Jack, luv," he replied.

She regained her composure and put the cakes on a platter.

"I didn't hear you come in."

"That's the point of sneaking luv," He wrapped his arms around her to pick up the platter and lifted it over her head. "You stick to the cooking until we can drop you off. I'll manage the captaining. Savvy?"

Jack swept out of the galley, and left Tori, speechless.

"As soon as I get my ship back, Captain," She muttered after he left, "Then we'll go our separate ways, you to your captaining, and I to mine. Savvy?"

After dinner, Tori cleared the places to wash the dishes. Surprisingly, not even Will wanted to help today. Curiously, she left the stack, and quietly crept down the empty corridors. A faint light shone from under the door to the map room. She felt along the walls until she found the loose board and carefully pushed it out just a little, and peeked inside. Jack and Gibbs were poring over a map, but Will was nowhere to be seen.

"The current could've dragged 'er down 'ere Cap'n, by Tortuga."

"She's not down there. That's why I came back to Tortuga." Jack traced the current with his finger. "The wench hasn't beached on any of the shores along this current."

"Then th' only other place she could've been carried is out by Shannara, and she won't live long enough for tha'- It's been mor'n a week. Unless she's stranded on 'n island wi' food by now, she'll be real easy to catch, or imposs'ble ta find."

Tori grinned wickedly that Jack hadn't seen through her ruse, but wiped it from her face as she heard footsteps and crept back more into the shadows.

"Did ye find th' book young Turner?"

"Aye Mr. Gibbs, but it gives very little on the charm, other than it's an Aztec trinket that carries an antidote. It was cared for by the Temple Guardians until they were attacked by Cortez and it was eventually stolen by a French architect by the name of Julliard Francois."

"Julliard Francois?"

"Jack! Barbossa must still have it!"

"How can I say this?" Jack pretended to think for a moment "I know! Barbossa is dead."

"Well, the Isle de Muerta! Surely,"

"Surely, young William," Jack interrupted "You are not as stupid as you look. I know who has the Star."

"And?"

Will turned to stare at Jack who wrestled with his mouth before he shrugged. "I didn't say I knew where said strumpet was." He defended himself.

"What do you want with my star?" Tori whispered, watching intently. Jack rolled up the map, and headed for the door. Tori quickly scrambled away from the wall and slipped back to the galley to finish with the pots.