Disclaimer: Now wouldn't it be nice if I owned Pirates of the Caribbean… well, I don't.
Chapter 3
The next morning at breakfast seemed almost normal. There was much rejoicing and laughter at the table, for Sierra had been a favorite among the crew for her kind smile and quick wit. If it had not been for the man sitting beside her, with his hand on her leg, it would have felt like this meal was back in the golden times, when Sierra was aboard. When the captain smiled.
After breakfast, Sierra went over to Jack, and grabbed him by the arm.
"What is wrong with you?" she asked. "You've been sulking as if the world has come to an end. You are not the Jack I used to know."
Jack looked at her as if startled out of his reverie.
"You're right," he said slowly, as if surprised. The he shook his head to clear it. "I've been a bit under the weather lately. But the old Jack is back now, savvy?" He flashed her a gold-capped grin.
She smiled back. "Savvy."
Just having her here, back on the Pearl, made a bit of the old Jack come back, the one who had been missing since she left. Even if she wasn't back with him. Even if it was with that second-rate rowboat Captain Flint. At least she was back.
A/N: Sorry again for uber-shortness! There's only one more this short, and one a bit longer. But the next 2 are a typed page long- or more! w00tw00t!
PS- TheFlyingBreadstick made my day! w00t!