Disclaimer: POTC isn't mine. Once more…

A/N: The chapters get longer later, I promise.

As it turns out, however, Squirrel wasn't able to relate her dream to Anamaria straight away. There were a few chores to attend to.

Squirrel squints upwards into the rain as she tightens and checks the knots high up in the rigging. Figures, she thinks, 'See the stars… warning! Rain'll come in the morning'. And the red sunrise was a sign of that too.

Down below, the crew slip through the ropes and across the deck, hurrying through their respective tasks. Ana curses as the ship bucks, and fights with the wheel, trying to keep the ship steady.

"Trust Jack to be sleeping through this storm!" She shouts. The sky is suddenly lit by a lance of light.

"Squirrel!" Mister Gibbs calls up, "Get down from there! The nest's no place for anyone in a storm!" The bolt of lightning is followed by a roar of thunder. Squirrel slides down a sodden length of rope and staggers across the pitching deck.

"Still not got your sea legs?" Ana laughs. Squirrel smiles sheepishly, throwing herself between the helm and the pilot's box.

"Why shouldn't we j-just drop the anchor?" Squirrel shouts over the roar of the storm, water dripping across her hood and into her face. "Why are w-we trying to s-sail?"

"We have to get out of this storm!" The Negro woman shouts back, wet hair plastering against her face. "If it gets any worse, we're sunk!"

Squirrel briefly remembers the school of fish that surrounded her in her dream. Fish mean storms, don't they? "Ana! Sail m-more to p-port!" The black woman looks at the grey-cloaked girl, confused, but the intense expression on Squirrel's face is enough to convince anyone. Ana shouts directions at the crew, and they hurry to obey. The ship veers off to the left, and, slowly and gradually, the Black Pearl slides out of the worst of the storm.

Squirrel looks back through the grey haze. It's like the Pearl was resting right below where the worst of the storm was centred. Ana peers down at Squirrel, rain dripping from her hair and face.

"How did you know?" She asks, awestruck.

Squirrel looks around briefly, and sees the eyes of all the crew on her. Pinking slightly, Squirrel forces a weak smile.

"B-bad dream."

A/N: Thankyou for all your reviews for Squirrel. You can take that one off your story alert now, if you want. This one's the one I'll be updating now.