G'day to all of ya,

Thanks to all of u guys that wrote reviews. This is a short one, Maggie Dog's sick and she's just falling asleep, so I'll end the chapter when she wakes up.

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MeraSparrow: I hope she can too! Please don't take offence because she's being a horrible little cow, I'm sure you're not like that! And I'm glad you like the chapter, hope you love this one!

Ogreatrandom: Hee hee, thanks! You're the best reviewer, thanks so much. Yeah, i've fallen in love with Maggie she's a doll. And i'm so glad you're a girl!

Thanks everyone,

SSM ;)

PS So sorry it's so short!

"Alright lassie, I've been nice up until now, but you must be jokin'!" Jack growled. "I didn't take Meggie away from you, you gave her to me!"

Meg didn't say anything. She just stared at this girl who was supposably her sister.

Amy had black hair, all in curls. Her eyes where very dark, in contrast with her skin which was the same colour as milk.

Amy returned her glare. After a few minutes of uneasy silence, Elizabeth cleared her throat. "Well then," She said. Only Jack looked at her as she spoke. "Amy, why don't you show Meg your room?"

"Why?" Amy asked sourly. When Elizabeth didn't answer, Amy rounded on her. "Oh mama, you HAVE to be joking. I am not sharing my room with her!"

Meg drew in her breath and went to raise, all set to yell at the bitch.

"Sit down, savvy!" Jack snorted, pulling gently on the hem of her (no, Amy's) dress.

Meg lowered herself slowly. Jack could practically see steam coming out of her ears.

"Yes, you are Amy!" Elizabeth snapped. "Now go, both of you. I would like a word with Mr Sparrow."

"Cap'n, Love. Cap'n." Jack said bitterly.

Meg stayed in her seat. "I really don't want to, Da'." She whispered to him.

"Meggie, say the word and we're back on the ship."

Meg hated this. Jack had never given her any choices before; it felt strange to make her mind up by herself.

She heaved a sigh and followed Amy up the stairs. As soon as they reached a point where the adults could no longer hear them, Amy rounded on Meg. "Listen, I don't know who you think you are, barging in on my family. Mama and I where fine without you."

"Alright, savvy." Meg snarled, finally cracking.

"What did you call me?"

"I didn't 'owe I 'ad a 'other un'il, oh, 'bout six 'ours ago. I'm really tryin' ta 'just ta thi', an' I really, 'onest ta God, don't need the 'ikes of ya annoyin' me. Ya got tha', savvy?" Meg spoke quickly, slurring more then normal.

Amy was stunned. "Where you talking in English then?"

Meg smirked. "Aye, savvy."

"Talk normally!"

"Shut ya trap, princess!"

Amy made a small squeaky noise. "I don't care." She said loftily, stopping in front of a massive door. "This is my room, that you will happen to be sharing for a while."

Meg walked in. Trying not to seem impressed by the two massive beds and the chandelier, she turned to look at Amy.

"What bed is mine?"

The one in the corner. Way in the corner." Amy strutted to the bed by the window and lay on it. "So… who's the man with dreadlocks?"

Meg sat down on her bed and kicked off her boots (she forgot to remove them when she put on Amy's dress) while looking at the floor. "He's my fath – he's the one who looked after me all these years."

"Didn't do a very good job of it." Amy muttered, folding her arms across her chest.

Meg slipped of the bed and strode over to Amy. She grabbed her by the collar of her dress and pulled her up to the window.

"NEVER." She thundered, shaking Amy violently.

"CRITISIZE." Amy was drawing in shallow, uneven breaths.

"MY." Meg lifted her sister higher towards the ceiling.

"FATHER." Amy's feet dangled helplessly one foot in the air.

"AGAIN." Amy's long nails clawed feebly at Meg's hands, holding her up.

"DO." Meg pushed her so hard into the window it rattled.

"WE." Amy was sobbing loudly now.

"HAVE." Meg pushed onto Amy's windpipe.

"AN." Amy gasped in for breath, not receiving any.

"AGREEMENT?" Amy's face was turning red from lack of oxygen.

"WELL?" Meg shrieked, so upset she was shaking.

She released some of the pressure from Amy's neck to hear a faint "Yes!"

Meg suddenly let go. Amy fell, hitting the ground with a loud thump.

"Good." Meg muttered, giving the ungraceful pile of sobbing girl a gently kick. Suddenly angry with herself, Meg turned on her heel and went back to her bed.

"You'd make a terrible pirate, ya know." Meg said calmly, lying back down.