Disclaimer: I take credit for the story, but not for POTC.

Squirrel shades her eyes as she looks out over the horizon. It's only been a few hours, but already the weather's changed again. Now the sun's shining cheerily, almost too cheerily, but the Pearl makes no progress through the calm waters.

Squirrel sighs; it's the only breeze there is.

A few of the sailors are playing dice to pass the time. Squirrel walks over and watches silently for a time, her mind sliding back into the easy frame she always has whenever studying a game of chance. She mutters the numbers under her breath. After a few minutes, Squirrel realises she wasn't as quiet as she hoped, and the two sailors glare at her slightly. With an apologetic shrug, Squirrel wanders around, looking for something else to do.

Jack wanders up on deck, a half-empty bottle of rum in hand. Squirrel watches the pirate captain stagger around the deck in a random path.

Sure, he's good-looking, Squirrel can't help but think, But he likes his rum way too much. Squirrel fights to keep the smirk from her face, remembering Elizabeth's side of the story. 'Why is th' rum gone?'

Elizabeth…

Squirrel's smile drops. When Squirrel was at Port Royal, Will had said his wedding to Elizabeth was in a few weeks. Squirrel does some quick mental calculations. That would mean that Will and Elizabeth's wedding would be in… about four day's time.

"Jack!" Squirrel leaps across the deck, heading towards the drunken pirate. "Jack! Will and Elizabeth's wedding!"

"Whuzat?" Jack looks around blearily, and his eyes finally set on Squirrel. "Whut?"

"At P-Port Royal," Squirrel explains, "W-Will and Elizabeth are g-getting m-married. Aren't we going to their wedding?"

"Wedding?" The word finally sinks into Jack. "Wedding? Drinks all 'round!" He grins and sways on the spot.

Squirrel sighs and tries again. "The wedding is in three days, Jack." Nothing wrong with stretching the truth… "D-d-do you think we could m-make it to Port Royal in three days?"

Jack seems to wake up slightly. He looks around, and sees the eyes of every crew member of the Pearl on him. "Port Royal?" He shakes himself, then purses his lips in thought. "Dunno." He says finally. "Unless we get a breeze, we ain't going nowhere! But sure…" He swigs at his bottle again. "We'll try 'n make it, if we can." Jack looks at Squirrel sideways. "But no hangin' around wit' Elizabeth. She's a bad influence on you, savvy?"

Squirrel smiles, and lowers her voice. "Even if she lends me a dress?"

Jack purses his lips in thought, then shrugs. "I s'pose that's ok." He winks at her. Squirrel turns bright red.

"A wedding, hah?" Ana ambles over. She looks at Squirrel and jerks her thumb over her shoulder at Jack. "I'd like to see you get him invited." Jack looks slightly insulted.

"In-invited?" Squirrel frowns.

"Yar." Anamaria nods. "To go to a wedding, you have to get invited, bring a gift, then dance…" The Negro woman stops, seeing the look on Squirrel's face. "What's wrong, girl?"

"I can't dance." Squirrel says, twisting the edge of her cloak in her hands. Jack grins.

"'S easy!" He says, staggering back and forth. "Like this!" He falls over, and nearly drops his bottle of rum. Ana rolls her eyes.

"I don't know much about the dancing the rich and famous do," She says, "But I could teach you the dance that we pirates do. If you want."

Squirrel nods, pleased pink. Jack pulls himself to his feet, then goes and leans against a barrel, drinking the last of his rum.

"Who needs to learn how to dance?" He mutters.

Ana rolls her eyes. "Just ignore him, Squirrel. GET UP, YOU USLESS DOGS!" She barks at the nearest lot of crewmen. They jump, and scamper away. Squirrel grins. Ana may not be Captain, or First Mate, but she still had a lot of power. Mostly in her voice. She was like an evil human version of Mister Cotton's parrot. Squirrel winces guiltily. Alright, maybe just a human version.

Soon, a few of the sailors re-emerge from below-deck with a handful of musical instruments. Ana grins at Squirrel.

"I think you'll know this song."

And Squirrel does. At first, Squirrel only watches as Ana and a few other crewmen dance around the deck to 'A Pirate's Life For Me', and Squirrel only claps and sings along. But after a while, Squirrel feels the beat of the song flowing through her, and is on her feet, clumsily copying Ana's foot-work.

As the minutes roll by, Squirrel's dancing becomes smoother, and she feels she's got a good enough grasp of the steps to be able to dance it on her own. The music ends, and she falls to the deck, gasping and laughing.

"Really bad eggs!" She giggles, red-faced from the exertion. Ana grins back.

"I think you've mastered that little jig quite nicely, Miss Grey!"

Squirrel looks over to where Jack is standing. His bottle is empty, and he's grinning. Squirrel has a feeling that he was watching her the whole time. She blushes red as Jack wanders over.

"Very nice. Very wonderful dancing. Love the song, really, I do." He comments dryly. "A shame it don't get us any closer to our port of destination."

The black sails suddenly billow out, snapping and whispering in the strong breeze. Squirrel and Jack exchange glances as the crew hurry to tie down the slack and prime the mast.

"M-m-maybe it d-did." Squirrel smiles softly. Jack nods, smiling without showing teeth.

A/N: Next chapter is a typical 'ICRep-fluff-relief' kind of chapter. Heh heh.