A/N : Chapter five already, whoa!
Kat found Anamaria the next day, and told her about her desire to join the crew. Anamaria said that she'd speak to the captain, but she would have to wait for the right moment, due to the amount of rum he'd had the night before.
"Also," Anamaria added "We'll be setting sail this afternoon, because the captain heard of a ship that he wants to pursue. He's been after it for the last few days, and he got a good lead. So it's good that you made your decision when you did, or you would've had to wait several months until our next return for supplies."
"I always seem to pick the opportune moments. Or, almost," she added, thinking of what had happened the night before.
Anamaria picked up on that.
"Well, if you consider that I was there to help and offer a place aboard, then it was still an opportune moment." Anamaria smiled, remembering Jack's reminders to always look for 'the opportune moment'. She also noticed, now that it was daylight, that Kat's eyes (or, as she knew her, the Black Sparrow's eyes) were the same chocolate brown as Jack's.
"I'll bring you aboard now," she continued "but we'll have to keep you hidden in the hold until I can speak with the captain."
"What if the captain says no?" inquired Kat.
"Then we'll leave you at the nearest port. The reason I want to bring you now is because we'll likely set sail before the captain can communicate properly."
Kat nodded, and followed Anamaria out of the tavern.
Several minutes later, Anamaria had set up a small niche for her in the hold, telling her that she could help herself to any food and drink in the cratesif she got hungry.
Anamaria left, and Kat looked around her from her niche.
Kat heard people shouting orders and bustling around above her, and soon felt the boat begin to move.
Well, here I am. Aboard a ship.
About and hour later, Anamaria came to check on her, explaining that the captain was recovered, but he was currently at the helm.
"It'd be better to wait until he has nothing on his mind. If I try talking to him while he's at the helm, well… he loves his ship so much, he probably won't even notice what I'm saying, and only nod around and say things like 'yeah, yeah.' Then, when he sees you, he'll be wondering what you're doing here."
Kat nodded, feeling anxious and bored. Anamaria left, and then Kat began to realize that she was thirsty. Very thirsty.
She had finished what was in her flask that morning, so she figured she'd look through the crates for something.
Luckily, the first crate she opened was filled with corked bottles of her favourite drink.
She grabbed a bottle, and drank.
Jack handed the wheel to Gibbs, figuring he'd get himself just a little pick-me-up.
When he got to his crate of rum, however, he found it open, and a bottle missing.
That's never happened before.
Jack looked down, and saw a cork, presumably from the missing bottle. He then noticed that some crates had been pushed aside, making a little niche.
Jack walked between some crates, and found a young girl curled up asleep, the empty bottle not far from her.
She had dark brown hair pulled back in a braid, and was wearing a black shirt and black pants. Her legs, encased in black boots, were drawn up to her chest, and her head was resting on her knees.
Jack walked over to the stowaway, grabbed her under the shoulders, and picked her up to a standing position. He then slipped one arm behind her back to hold her behind the shoulders, and stooped to slip his other arm under her knees.
Picking her up, Jack walked back to the stepladder, and out of the hold.
Jack had left the girl on the bed in his cabin, figuring that she must be a runaway and needed help.
He didn't know why, but he felt like he should take care of her. What had increased this feeling, was that in the light, he discovered that she looked a lot like Jessica. He hadn't thought about Jessica in a long time, but the girl's face looked almost exactly like hers. Slight freckles on a complexion which was the colour of café-au-lait. The same Jessica had looked before they had parted for her maternity leave. Except that this girl was obviously younger.
"Mr. Gibbs." Jack said as he reached the wheel.
"Aye."
"Where be Anamaria?"
"Last I heard, she was down in the galley, 'elpin Cotton with potatoes."
Jack made his way to the galley, but then saw Anamaria walking out of it just when he was a few paces away.
"Anamaria."
"Aye, cap'n?"
"I discovered a stowaway in the hold, that had gotten into me rum. A young bonnie lass, can' be much older than sixteen. When she wakes up, I wanna talk to 'er. We may 'ave to drop her off at the next port."
Anamaria managed to keep a cool look during all this.
"Captain Sparrow. She's not technically a stowaway. I met 'er in Tortuga, and said I'd talk to you if she wanted t'be part 'o the crew. She'd like to join us. And she said she be fourteen."
Jack looked at her in disbelief.
"At that age? It's too dangerous."
"An' what age be ye when ye became a pirate?"
Jack let his head nod down. He had been thirteen himself when he first joined a pirate crew.
"Alright, then. What be her name?"
"She hasn't told me yet, but she said she often goes by the name of…" Anamaria snorted,trying to hold down her laughter.
"Yes?" Jack said, a little impatiently.
"She calls herself the Black Sparrow."
Jacks eyes widened.
"Well, the 'Black Sparrow' is in me cabin, sleeping. Ye better go see her so that she don't panic when she wakes. Then, tell 'er that I be wantin' t'talk to 'er, an' come an' fetch me. Oh, and don' tell 'er me name yet. I'll tell 'er meself."
Anamaria smirked and set off toward Jack's cabin.
A/N: Ooh, what's the ship that Jack's going after? What will Kat think/say when she finds out the captain's name? Will Jack realise that this is his daughter? Well, writer's block is causing me problems (either that or the rum! jk). I'll watch the movie a few more times during the long weekend (Remembrance Day on Friday in Canada, plus I got a day off for Parent-Teacher meetings tomorrow (Thursday). I'll try to be back Monday, as I don't have the 'net at home. Unless I can make a library trip on Saturday, but don't count on it.