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Note: Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays guys! I promise at least another chapter before break is over! Oh, and I decided to put lil' --- to signify when a POV changes, just so you're not confused!

Chapter 3 - The Tour and Reunion

The sun shone high in the sky, almost directly over the ship, reflecting the crystal blue water up to the Pearl. It actually made the pirate ship look friendlier then it really was. Elizabeth stood at the helm with Will, who was currently steering the ship, waiting for Anamaria to arrive.

The sea breeze blew her long hair back enough to lightly graze Will's cheek. He looked over to his wife, who was darting her eyes over the ship, looking for someone.

"Ugh…where could Anamaria be? It's already quarter past!" Elizabeth complained.

Will wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close.

"Will you calm down? She will come, just be patient," Will soothed.

"All right," Elizabeth pouted. "She better, this is important to the decency of the ship."

"Decency?" Will asked.

"Yes, decency. If this is just some wench that Jack picked up at Port, then how will that make the rest of us women look?"

"There are two of you," Will replied, looking down at his wife confused.

"But still, Will. What kinds of reputations do you want Anamaria and I to have? All because of this wench??"

"Does that really matter? You are of only the highest class to me."

"Oh, Will," Elizabeth whispered as she turned to face him and put her arms 'round his neck. She kissed him, thankful that she had him to listen to her complain about futile topics.

"All right you two, it's still the light of day," Anamaria joked as she jogged up the steps to the helm.

Elizabeth opened her right eye to see Anamaria with her hands on her hips, tapping her toe impatiently.

She immediately broke the kiss and quickly told Will she would see him at suppertime.

"Now," Anamaria stated as she and Elizabeth walked the deck. "Where should we start?"

Elizabeth stopped and scanned the border of the deck.

"Below deck. Well start from bottom and work our way to the top. The little wench can't hide for long."

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"'N this be the galley. This is where all our meals are cooked 'n where the crew eats," Jack described as Victoria followed him through the door.

"Lovely," Victoria replied as she studied the grungy, stinky room of the ship. Victoria could only imagine what kind of food was cooked here.

"Now," Jack said, turning to face her, "where to next, luv?"

"You're the captain, you tell me," Victoria coolly stated. For some reason, she started to slowly pant. It must have been the humidity of the galley.

"You're quite a beautiful girl, Vicky, did you know that?" Jack asked, his upped lip curling up, enough for Victoria to get a glimpse of a sparkling golden tooth.

"Um, yes, thank you, but please, DON'T call me Vicky," she stammered.

"Darling, Victoria, frankly I don't care what they call ya, all I know is that you have such a beautiful form," Jack said as he scanned her up and down.

"Yes, well, thank you again but, um, shouldn't we be moving on?" she asked impatiently.

"Oh, yes, on with the tour," Jack smartly commented. Victoria walked a little far in front of him but he soon caught up, his ringed hand finding her waist and pulling her towards him as if to protect her. Victoria was so close she could smell his faded leather coat, the sea, and the faint smell of rum.

She sighed as she exited the galley, Jack leading her towards a stairway. He released his hand when the reached the stairway.

"After you, luv," he gestured to her. "there's still below deck to see."

Victoria shuffled down the stairway, after about ten steps, she came to a landing, and then another flight. By the time she reached the bottom it had gotten significantly darker and danker.

She turned to see Jack's face gleaming in the lantern light. Victoria studied his face, so handsome, she thought to herself.

"That way, luv," he pointed to the left, where a narrow corridor led. Victoria stepped forward, beginning to walk towards the area Jack directed, him following like a puppy, very close behind.

Victoria stopped, she heard a loud BANG come from a few feet in front of her. She gasped as she felt Jack's breath in her ear.

"Stay 'ere, I'll go see what it is."

Jack pushed her aside to go forward, on hand holding the lantern, the other beginning to draw his sword.

Victoria waited in silence for about seven seconds until she heard an ear shattering female scream.

She contemplated turning back and running in an instant, but decided going forward was best. She jogged lightly, until almost running into a wall, she heard voices speaking.

"Damn, Jack, what are you doin' down here? At midday as well, scared the daylights out of us!"

"Well excuse me, ladies, but what are you looking for down here?"

A second female voice spoke. "Looking for your wench, where did you hid her Jack? We want no more women on this ship, two is plenty!"

"My wench? I'll hear no such thing, she is not a wench. She is a proper woman who happened to want the company of an infamous captain, savvy?"

"Please, Jack, what proper woman would willing take to sea with you at her side?"

Victoria heard boot steps coming closer to her. She made out Jack's masculine shadow, and she inched her way into the light.

"There are two crewmembers you have yet to met, luv," he motioned to her to follow him, and she obeyed unwillingly.

The two moved to an empty brig cell, and then the shadows of two women came into play. One was dressed like a pirate, one was not.

The woman dressed as a pirate was of darker color, but was very beautiful, just the same. She wore a bandana at her head, a white shirt and teal pants with black boots.

The second woman was still concealed. Jack lifted the lantern to the darker woman's face.

"This is Anamaria, second mate and lucky to have on board."

Anamaria stared at Victoria, obviously displeased with her appearance. Before she spoke, Jack lifted the lantern to the second face which belonged to-

"Elizabeth??" Victoria asked quickly, it looked like her friend, it must have been her friend. Elizabeth's eyes opened wider as she then began to recognize who the girl was across from her.

"Vicky??"

"It's me!" Victoria cried, immediately stepping over to Elizabeth and hugging her dearly.

"It's been too long, dear friend," Elizabeth whispered, tears in her eyes. "what are you doing here??"

"Looking for you," Victoria replied. "I had to get out, I had-"

"Wait," Elizabeth stopped her. "Let's go above deck, to the cabin Will and I have. Then you can tell me everything."

Victoria and Elizabeth ran off together, while Anamaria went up to deck the opposite way, leaving Jack standing alone in darkness.

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Victoria was just about done describing how she had gotten on to the ship and when she thought she saw Elizabeth in Port. She also described the ways Jack had acted towards her, when both drunk and sober. Elizabeth, in turn, shared stories of current events on the ship, an adventure they had previously involving undead pirates and her being rescued by Will and Jack from them, being the wife of a pirate, and she and Will's marriage and plans.

The women continued to talk for about two hours until Will called them down to the galley for dinner. Anamaria, Gibbs and Jack were already there, getting ready to leave when Elizabeth and Victoria walked in. Jack stopped and stared at Victoria as she graciously sauntered into the galley.

She was so fragile, so refined, she looked so sophisticated even in the dark dankness of the pirate ship. She set her eyes on him, their gazes locked only for a moment, enough for him to peer into the deep oceanic pools of her eyes. He was memorized by her beauty; her personality was another matter.

Victoria followed closely behind Elizabeth, still weary of what lied beneath the ship's deck. She needed to get used to it though, this was now her home.

As Elizabeth poured her a bowl of soup, she took a spoon and removed the steaming bowl from Elizabeth's hands. Victoria took to a seat at the corner of the table, her face glowing in the flickering candlelight.

Anamaria and Gibbs had gone but Jack continued to stand in the opposite corner of the galley, making brief glances Victoria's way when he thought she hadn't noticed.

"Yes, Captian Sparrow?" Victoria questioned, raising her eyebrows in sarcastic absurdity.

"Yes, Miss Carlynton?" Jack smartly replied, applying a smirk to his lips and turning on his heel out to deck.

"Are things alright with him?" Elizabeth asked, taking a place on the bench next to Victoria.

"Oh, yes. He is just insufferable; as all men are."

"Not my Will," Elizabeth retorted, "he is as perfect as a shining sea. Of course, we quarrel now and then, but it doesn't change my feelings about him."

Victoria stared into her soup, stiring it with her spoon. "Elizabeth, what's it like to be in love?"

She stopped eating and turned to her friend. "You'll know when it happens."

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"Where is she?" Jonathan Carlynton screamed in rage at his wife as she wimpered in the corner of the parlor.

"I-I-don't know," she wimpered as a trail of blood went down her cheek. Her husband had already hit her when he had come into the house after a night at the tavern. The slight wound in her temple was bleeding only slightly now, but she still feared for her life. He stood there, panting heavily, until he lifted the bottle to his lips and finished the last bit of alcohol off.

"My daughter," Jonathan slurred, "has gone missing, and you don't know a damn thing about it! You are only her mother!"

"I've looked for her. No one knows where she's gone to." Emily Carlynton whispered as her blood mixed with a tear on her cheek.

"Well where is her bloody maid??" he drunkenly countered as he powerfully threw his empty glass bottle at the wall, causing his wife to cry out in fright.

He muttered as he began to stumble up the stairs, guaranteeing to find that 'Jenny' girl and find out where his daughter had gone to.

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Victoria cupped her hands around her candle and lightly blew, watching the smoke dance upward and through the air. Elizabeth had been nice enough to get Victoria her own small cabin on the ship, right next to hers. Granted, it was about the size of her closet back home, but it was enough.

The small bed called to her aching back, how she was tired from such a long day. Plopping down onto it, she dragged out her laundry bag from beneath the bed and pulled out a nightgown. Victoria stood back up and began to remove her dress, her now bare back facing the door to deck.

The door swung open immediately and Jack was standing in the doorway. Victoria gasped loudly and wrapped her nightgown around her front swiftly. Turing her head around to face him she attempted to keep her composure.

"What do you want?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"Well luv, um, well, first I would love to point out that you have a lovely backside and, um, just came by to say g'night!"

Jack turned and ran, leaving Victoria's door open and her standing half-naked in the room, speechless.