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"Luv…" I heard a faint whisper. "Luv…wake up." I felt a warm tingling sensation on my cheek and when my eyes opened I saw Jack's goatee tickling my cheek.

"I really hate that thing." I said in disgust.

"Well, it hates ye too." He replied ripping the sheets off of me. "Now come on, we need yer help in the kitchen. Apparently, that little brat of yers wants ta cook us a meal and I said ye would help when the crew got angry."

"You did what?" I exclaimed.

"Ye heard me…now get to it. I expect a nice, big breakfast." Jack winked at me and walked out of the door.

"I have no idea how he does this to me."

"Annabelle!" I said walking into the galley. "Andrew…where are you?" I heard a whole bunch of pots rumbling, a glass breaking and a woman scolding.

"Andrew…I told you not to run with that!" Annabelle scolded.

"Sorry misses buts if I do a good job the crew may accept me."

"Still, there is no need for running."

"He was only having fun." I defended with a smile on my face. I leaned up against a counter and in the process smashed one of the dishes. "Sorry."

"You are just as bad as him." She sighed picking up the broken pieces of glass.

"So, what are we making?" I asked licking my lips at the thought of food.

"We thoughts you would know misses." Andrew answered.

"Well, I haven't the slightest idea." Annabelle looked up at me and sighed again.

"Well, then what are we going to make?"

"That's a good questions misses." Andrew said to the both of us.

"Um…let's make Pasta Puttanesca!" I announced.

"Pasta Puttanesca?" Annabelle inquired.

"Yes, it also means 'Whore's Pasta." I chuckled. "But, Puttanesca means not a lot of ingredients in Italian also."

"Alright, pasta it is. We are going to need a pot, a strainer, pasta and sauce." Annabelle said putting on her stained apron.

"Let's get busy."

Up on deck…

(Jack's P.O.V)

"Ana where the hell are ye taking us?" I shouted.

"I told ye already." She muttered back angrily. I had been questioning her all morning and something told me she was getting sick of it.

"Well yer gonna hafta tell me again." She sighed.

"We are going to the bloody Isle de Cabrera which is now 6 days away from here. They are off the coasts of Majorca which are around Spain. So we are going to have to be very careful, the navy is looking for us ever since ye kidnapped Sam!"

"Eh luv…she could have disagreed ta coming aboard me ship."

"Oh and like ye would 'ave let her go." Ana told me taking out her compass.

"I would 'ave." I defended.

"Sure." She snapped her compass shut and gently turned the ship.

"Ana, can I ask ye something?"

"Ask away." She actually smiled.

"What do ye think about Sam…and well, maybe…"

"Ye." She finished.

"How did ye know I was gonna say that?" I asked suspiciously.

"Yer all over her and it's tha same wif her. Ye never stop talking 'bout her and every chance ye get yer alone wif her."

"So…"

"Yer in love."

"Am not!" I protested. "Listen ta me luv…I've told dear William the eunuch this and now yer gonna here it. A pirate only has 3 loves: His ship, his rum and his treasure. Savvy?"

"No. Jack yer a fool. Do ye even remember yer father? What he did for ye and yer mother?"

"Unfortunately I do." I answered rubbing my temples.

"Well I don't think ye do so allow me ta refresh yer memory." She said walking over towards me. "Yer father married yer mother even though he knew he'd die if he did. Ye remember the wedding after all, he married them after ye were born and we were at least 8. Do ye remember how he had to leave ye for ye, and yer mother's sake?"

"Aye!" I shouted stumbling into Ana.

"And do ye realize how hard it must 'ave been for him to leave everything he ever loved! DO YOU?"

"AYE! I know, I know."

"Jack, I don't mean to hurt ye by making ye remember these things but, yer father…now, he was in love and he was one of the greatest pirates ta sail in tha Caribbean."

"The whole word luv, he was the greatest pirate in the whole world."

"Aye he was. But listen ta me, he was in love with rum, his ship and treasure but I think ye and yer mother were his most wonderful treasure he ever had. Why can't ye love?" She asked me seriously stumbling around.

"Cause I don't want ta break her heart."

"So, are ye admitting ye love her?" Ana asked flabbergasted.

"Aye…I am." I whispered falling down beside Ana.

"Finally."

"Um, Ana. Who's sailing the ship?" I asked. Her eyes went wide and we heard shouts from all the crew.

"ANA! CONTROL THAT BLOODY THING!" Gibbs yelled hanging onto a rope for dear life.

"SHE AIN'T THERE!" Smee shouted to Gibbs.

"Uh oh." Ana squeaked crawling towards the helm.

"Oh no ye don't." I exclaimed grabbing her foot and pulling her back. "Ye can't be trusted. I can't trust Elizabeth with rum and now I can't trust ye with STEERING THE BLOODY SHIP!"

"LET ME GO TA IT AND WE WON'T BE IN THIS MESS ANYMORE!"

"NO!"

"I'll tell Sam about yer feelings."

"Ye wouldn't dare…"

"SAM! JACK IS IN…." I clamped my hand over her mouth and pushed her over to the helm. She grabbed the wheel and made it stop spinning, so all was back to normal and the crew was laughing.

"Way ta go Ana. Kill us all." Jacobs shouted to her.

"Ah, bugger off." She shouted back.

"And I thought Jack was bad." Gibbs laughed.

"Sod off Gibbs or I'll give ye something else ta laugh at…A BLACK EYE!" Ana said glaring daggers at Gibbs and the crew.

"Calm down lass."

"Ye never let a woman steer tha ship." Hans shouted and the crew roared with laughter.

"Excuse me?" Said a voice from the doorway beneath me.

"Sam? We didn't see ya." Gibbs smiled.

"I know you didn't. What's all this about not letting a woman steer the ship? Did Jack ban Ana from sailing cause if he did…he is a dead Captain."

"I didn't luv! We were just saying that Ana almost killed us cause of her steering."

"Jack…" Ana warned.

"I know luv! No more bothering Ana gents!" I said standing beside a very messy Sam. "Get ta work…what on earth happened to ye?"

"Oh." Sam laughed looking at her clothes and picking chunks of sauce out of her hair. "We made pasta…I think more of the sauce ended up on me then the bloody pasta." I laughed.

"Pasta?"

"Oh yes, we are having…WHORES PASTA!"

"Whore's pasta?" Gibbs asked.

"Yes, whore's pasta."

"What's tha?" I asked.

"It's pasta that was first made by a whore." She said walking down below. "That goes to prove whores are good for something!"

"That lass…is really, different." I said to myself as I walked up to the helm.

"Ye luv her…ye have ta luv her, ye have to kiss her…" Ana sang.

"Ye hafta shut up, and ye hafta sail until yer arms fall off." I sang back.

"Yer horrible."

"It's me job as yer friend ta annoy the hell out of ye."

"And it's me job ta do this!" She said whacking me on the back of the head.

Down below…

(Sam's P.O.V)

"How's it coming?" I asked walking into the back of the kitchen.

"We're done." Annabelle exclaimed putting a pot of pasta on the table in front of me.

"Isn't it looking goods misses?" Andrew asked licking his lips.

"Oh yes." I laughed ruffling his long wavy hair. He reminded me of Will when we were little.

"Let's put these out on the tables. The pigs will be coming down to stuff their faces any minute."

"Do you thinks they will likes it?"

"They better."

"This is wonderful luv!" Jack praised slapping me on the shoulder.

"Thanks." I moaned rubbing it.

"What's this called?" Elizabeth asked working on her third plate.

"Puttanesca which means 'Not a lot of.' Speaking of not a lot of…Liz quit scarfing it down, there is not a lot of it left."

"Sorry." She laughed taking a piece of bread and putting plum jam on it.

"Pasta and Plum jam. Liz, they don't match to well!"

"I've been craving plums!" She yelled.

"Um, alright then." I said shocked that she yelled at me.

"Let's 'ave a toast." Jack slurred who was already on his 5th rum. "Ta Sam's pasta!"

"Here here!" The crew yelled equally as intoxicated as there Captain. The only sober crew mates were Ana and Will.

"Well, actually Andrew made it. Right Annabelle?"

"Right." She smiled at Andrew.

"That's right sirs. I mades the dinner!"

"Did ya?" Jack asked drinking more rum.

"Yes he did, so it's only far that all of you stop picking on him and maybe even let him be apart of your crew?" I asked. Jack thought about this for a moment.

"Alright me bonny lad. Yer first job will be ta swabbing me cabin tomorrow."

"Why?" He asked.

"He might be covered in puke." He and the crew laughed. I rolled my eyes and drank some rum.

"Sam, could you help me to my room?" Liz asked trying to get up.

"Yes."

"Oh my goodness." She said in horror.

"What?" I asked running over to her.

"I…I think I'm stuck in between the table and the bench." I looked down and noticed she was wedged in there tightly. I couldn't help it I started laughing uncontrollably.

"Sam, please…help me!"

"Alright." I snorted pushing the table out and setting her free. "That wasn't hard was it?" She blushed and stood up…with my help of course.

"Come on." I smiled as she waddled out of the galley and into her room.

CaptainDuckula out!