Disclaimer: Well, throw me in a small room with a certain pirate, but POTC doesn't belong to me!

"The Isla De Muerta." Gibbs says, leaning on the railing. "A more cursed place you'll never find."

"But it's where all our loot is stashed, aye?" Jack saunters past, grinning. "Get back to work."

Squirrel squints through the fog. It does look a very forbidding place. She climbs higher in the rigging, trying to see more of the island she's heard so much about.

"Pieces of eight?" Mister Cotton's parrot flies overhead and hangs sideways on the rope. Squirrel pulls aside her cloak and rifles in her belt-purse. She holds the nut out to the bird. The parrot blinks, then tilts his head.

"Gold filigree." He squawks softly, then takes the nut in his beak and flies from the rigging. Squirrel looks down. Her knife slipped out its hiding place. She winces, and quickly adjusts her belt. I should be more careful. She thinks.

"Coming, Miss Grey?" Ana calls up to the girl in the rigging. "I think you'll want to see what we've got in here."

"C-coming!" Squirrel calls, and slides down the rope. This I have to see! The treasure of the Black Pearl! Hoarded for ten years!...

Squirrel sits on the deck of the Pearl, staring out into space. Ana sits beside her, tossing a golden orb encrusted with precious stones from hand to hand, grinning.

"Not what you expected?"

Behind Squirrel's glazed-over eyes, she replays the memory of the huge caverns filled with gold, gems and treasures beyond even her imagination. She makes a mumbled noise.

"I know," Ana laughs. "Takes the breath away, don't it?" She nudges Squirrel with an elbow. "Welcome to piracy, Miss Grey. We take what we can…"

"An' give nothin' back!" Jack says, appearing with a sway and a grin. Squirrel barely looks up. All that gold… All that treasure… And it belongs to Jack… Belongs to the pirates of the Black Pearl…

"What's with her?" Jack waves a hand in front of Squirrel's face, eyebrow raised. Ana grins.

"She's got the fever. Gold fever." Ana tosses him the orb, which he waves in Squirrel's face. The girl's eyes follow it greedily, then she shakes herself.

"W-what?"

Jack grins. "Now that we've got a wedding gift for Will and Elizabeth, I do believe we should practice our dance. Aye?"

Squirrel blinks several times, then smiles vaguely and nods. "Oh. Oh, yes, the dance. Coming." She follows Jack across the deck towards the cabin. All that gold…She sways on her feet.

Ana chuckles.

A/N: Squirrel likes her shinies. n-n