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Chapter Three

I was just about ready to fall asleep. Captain Sparrow took his jolly good time deciding whether or not we could stay. Everyone was silent making sleep even more tempting. So due to my "highly evolved brain" I couldn't seem to pay attention to anything that was going on around me. So right when my eyes were about to close completely, Sparrow decided to order (which means he screams at them) the crew to get back to work. It certainly was rude awakening.

" Get back t' work ye filthy cads!" I swear I jumped at least ten feet of the ground. Next to me Lonnie started laughing and I felt lack shishkabobing him. I smacked him on the shoulder and then turned my attention back to the captain.

My eyes now fully open and all motivation to sleep gone, I watched Sparrow pace back and forth on deck.

I swear that man was either off in lala land or he really did not want us on his ship. Dang how long could it take to decide whether to throw us overboard or work us to death on the ship. Personally I would choose the latter. I am desperately afraid of sharks and all sorts of things that inhabit the ocean. Deciding that Captain Sparrow was way to boring for me to continue watching I turned my attention over to something even more interesting. Will Turner. Heehee.

He was just standing behind Sparrow looking just as bored as I was. Though there was something different about his appearance. He seemed to have a sad look on his face and he was a tad bit pale. He was still as cute as can be but I could see that something was bothering him. Scanning his face I couldn't help but smile. He is just so cute. When he turned to meet my eyes I froze. He smiled faintly. I smiled back and then turned my head back to the boring Captain.

I think I was standing for about ten more minutes before Sparrow turned to us, with what I hoped, was an answer. He had a large grin showing all of his gold teeth. Not very flattering. So waltzing up to all of us he put his arms up.

" I 'ave come t' a decision." Bout dang time! We all looked at him expectantly. Me I was just waiting, impatiently I might add, for his dang answer. " Y'all c'n stay." I, at least, sighed in relief. " But ther' is one condition." I held my breath.

"Ye will act as a part of me crew. Ye will hel' aboar' me ship wit all the chores. If you agree ye can stay." We all nodded. He clasped his hands together and then started to walk away. We all looked around at each other confused. He can't leave just yet! What are we supposed to do. Just when I was gonna ask he started talking, again.

" We are in dire need o' a cook. Any o' you cook?" I looked around at everyone. They all slowly turned their gazes to me. Rolling my eyes I raised my hand slowly. I cook once for dinner and now it's a permanent job!

" So if ye wanna go get started on din'r…" He paused not knowing my name.

" Kamilia. Call me Kami"

" Kami." He said testing it.

" I will fill the rest o' them in." I nodded. All of my friends started to follow Sparrow up to the wheel thingy they steer with. I just stood there for a few seconds. Where was I supposed to go? I mean I am not exactly a whiz on finding my way around a ship.

Off in my own little annoyed world of tiredness I didn't notice that Turner had come up next to me. So when he poked me on the shoulder I gave a little shout and jumped. I turned and faced him with my eyeballs of death.

" Do you have any idea where the kitchen is?" I asked changing from scowling to puppy dog eyes. He didn't laugh and just started to walk away. Looking around slightly confused I decided to follow.

" I am gonna guess that this is the way to the kitchen place, thing." He didn't look back at me or answer vocally but instead just nodded. I shrugged and just continued to follow him across the deck.

When he made his way down a hole in the deck I paused. Looking down the dark hallway and took a deep breath. You see I am very claustrophobic and I can't stand being in small hallways such as this one. But I decided to keep going because Turner was almost out of sight and I certainly didn't wanna get lost. So making my way quickly down the ladder I chased after Will. Once I caught up to him I looked around the small hallway/passageway and cringed. There were cobwebs everywhere. Ignoring my surroundings I tried to make small talk with Turner.

" So, huh. How long have you been on the Black Pearl?" I asked casually, trying my best to keep up with his power walking and ended up tripping a couple of times. I have short legs thank you very much! Pulling myself together I watched the back of his head as he shrugged. Groaning I swatted a cobweb out of my face.

" Do you talk?" he nodded. " Can you talk now?" he nodded. I took a deep breath to keep from strangling him.

" Did you know that it is very difficult to have a one sided conversation?" I asked. He didn't answer but turned a corner to where a larger hallway was. It wasn't very long but a couple of doors lined the walls. Twirling and putting my arms up in the air I grinned like a madwoman.

" Space!" Tuner chuckled and walked into the first door on the left. Putting my arms down I followed after him with a frown on my face. He isn't very talkative or he just doesn't have a sense of humor. I personally would prefer the first one cause his face is gorgeous.

Inside the first door on the left was the kitchen. It was like every other kitchen I've been in. It had a stove, pots and pans were hanging from the ceiling, and there was a counter with cupboards and all. What you think there was something interesting? Give me a break, it's a kitchen!

" This is the kitchen." I nodded.

" Interesting." I said jokingly. He smiled. Then there was that awkward silence that always happens when your in a room, alone, with a hot guy. So looking at the ceiling I bit my lip in concentration.

" What?" my head jerked down to look at Will. He was looking curiously up at the ceiling. I laughed.

" Oh it's nothing." I said turning my attention to the table.

" I'm Kamilia Ramsell. Call me Kami." I said holding out my hand. Will took my hand and nodded.

" Will Turner." It got quiet.

" So…You like life on the Pearl?" I asked coolly. He nodded.

" Yeah it's a lot better than back at Port Ro-" he stopped and then looked down at his feet. I felt kinda bad. Maybe him and Elizabeth broke it off. Lucky me! Then like any sane person, my conscience kicked in. Be nice! Can't you see the boy's in pain! I sighed. Then I looked up at him. He still had his head down and his breathing was a bit hasty.

" Are you okay?" I asked. He nodded and looked up at me. His eyes were full of pain. I couldn't help but feel absolutely horrible for him. If I ever meet this Elizabeth lady I'll shoot her! I thought. Then after a moment he made his way past me.

" Sorry I have to go. I will see you at dinner." I nodded. After he walked out I just watched the door for a moment. Then I turned to the kitchen again. Looking around at everything I sighed.

" Let's get started." I said making my way to the cupboards.

Later that night

I was almost finished putting together the potato salad when Lonnie waltzed into the kitchen. I looked up at him and smiled. His brown curls were all over the place and his forehead was drenched in sweat. He didn't smile back but just took a seat in a stool that was on the other side of the counter.

" Whatchya making?" he asked leaning over and looking at the bowl of potato salad. I pushed his head back away from above the bowl and he looked up at me glaring. I shrugged.

" What? I don't want your sweat in my dinner thank you!" he rolled his eyes and sat back. I grinned in triumph and continued to stir the contents in the bowl. " I am making potato salad and the scones are in the oven." He nodded approvingly.

" That actually sounds good." I looked up at him skeptically.

" You hate potato salad." He just waved it off.

" Working on a ship can change ya." He said wiping his forehead off. I nodded. I have no idea what he's talking about. I am working on this ship and I still hate potato salad. I thought to myself as I stared down at my masterpiece. If that's what you call it.

" So what are you guys doing up on deck?" If it's anything good I might just be trading in my chef's hat and working up on deck. Do you know how hot it gets in here when the oven is on? Holy crud monkey's it gets hot.

" Just random chores. You know moppin' the poop deck, of course Gina got that job, crows nest, and all sorts of other things." I laughed when he mentioned that Gina was mopping. It isn't really in her itinerary to clean. I mean she is so organized that I don't think she has ever has to clean her room. Me, I think I am cleaning every other day. I mean that's over exaggerating but it seems like it. I'm a slob. When I change and I'm in a hurry I just throw my old clothes on the floor and walk out the door. Then after a couple days it triples.

" What are you doing down here?" I asked. He mocked a hurt look and stood up.

" I told the Captain that I had to come check on you. That and I was tired so I came to see ya." He said and started to make his way out of the kitchen.

" Did you tell Sparrow you were tired?" He shook his head aggressively.

" Do I look that stupid?" I shrugged trying to keep the laughter wanting to reap out of my mouth.

" So that's all I am to you. Just an excuse to get out of working!" I said sarcastically wiping a fake tear from my face.

" Yup, pretty much." My mouth opened in shock. Noticing that he was close to getting away I threw the spoon at him as he ran out the door.

" Let that be a lesson to ya!" I yelled after him. I could hear him laughing down the hall and I made an evil laugh in my triumph. Of course I am going to have to clean the spoon but it was sooooo worth it. So grinning mischievously I walked over to the spoon and picked it up off the floor.

In Anamaria's Quarters

" Do you think they are trustworthy?" Anamaria asked taking a at her desk and resting her feet on it. Dallas, a crewmember, shrugged. His oily blond hair falling into his tanned face.

" I ha'e no idea…but. Di' ya see the necklace aroun' the girls neck?" He said carelessly twirling a dagger in his hands. She looked over to him with an eyebrow raised.

" Which girl?"

" The one with the long black hair do'e in braids." Look of realization crossed Anamaria's face. Then she looked over to Dallas questioningly.

" Wha' does it ma'er?" Dallas shrugged placing the dagger back in his boot.

" I ha'e seenthe necklacesomewher' b'fore. So I di' some rese'rch and foun' out wher' I'd seen it." Anamaria just sat there gazing at her captain unimpressed. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

" It's belon's t' the heir of the 8th in li'e to the throne o' England!" He said excitedly. Anamaria still just sat there, slouched down with her forehead in her hands staring down at her boots. Dallas lowered his hands to his sides in defeat.

" How di' ye resear' it?" She asked suspiciously. Dallas didn't answer.

" Doe' it ma'er? D' ya no' understan' a word I jus' said!" Dallas exclaimed standing up and rushing over to Anamaria.

" I hear' ya, dammit. I jus' am not convinced. Do ye really suppo'e a gal wit' that kind o' money would be wearin' the kind o' clot'es she is?" She asked scrunching her forehead together.

" Who cares wha' the bonnie lass dresses li'e. She's go' money!" Anamaria pinched the bridge of her nose. Dallas tilted his head to the side and smiled pleadingly. When she narrowed her eyes at him he quit and then stood up in a huff.

" Ho' do ye exp'n the bodyguards?" He asked matter-of-factly. She laughed.

" Do ye really thin' tho'e fools ar' bodyguards? They looked li'e they couldn't e'en hol' a sword, le' alone contr'l one!" She argued getting to her feet.

" Wha' abou' the Ladies-in-wai'ing?" He said smugly. Anamaria groaned in frustration and shoved her finger in Dallas' chest.

" Be reasonable!"

" I am, love." He grinned pulling her finger out of his chest. She glowered at him.

" Ye bett'r be right. And sto' callin' me tha'!" She yelled pulling out of his grasp. She stayed silent for a few moments, chewing on her fingernails and scrutinizing Dallas carefully. Then, with a sly smile she looked up at him.

" Wha' d' ye suppo'e we do?" Dallas grinned mischievously and pulled out a map from his back pocket placing it on the desk.

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