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Thank you all for stickin with my story so long and reviewing and all. I love it love it love it. Sorry I took so long to update! I've been busy with the holidays and then I got sick. Anyway, here's chapter 8, please read and review!

Chapter 8: Virgin Gorda

Will was uncomfortable. He had been hiding under the bed in the Captain's Quarters for some time now, trying to be quiet and unnoticeable. He didn't dare to move much; he was afraid if he got caught too soon, Jack would just turn around and take him back, so he waited. And he waited. And he waited some more.

After what seemed like days, Will heard footsteps. He quickly squashed himself against the wall and held as still as he could under the bed. The footsteps came down into the room. Whoever it was walked close to the bed and rummaged through a drawer for something. Then a voice swore. Will recognized it as Jack's. He squashed himself even closer to the wall, and was immediately poked in a place he wouldn't like to be by a hard object. He let out a small gasp.

The footsteps had been leaving, but now they stopped. Will saw Jack's feet step slowly toward him. He held his breath. Next thing he knew, the bed was completely off of him.

"Turner, you good for nothing whelp," said Jack, grinning slightly just the same. He had lifted the bed onto its side to find Will squashed against the wall with a Spyglass in his hand, which was the thing that had jabbed his rear.

"Been lookin' fer that," said Jack, reaching his hand out to take it, and then reaching again to help Will up.

"I thought I 'eard somethin' run behind me jus' before we left," said Jack, "you're a sneaky one, Will."

"I couldn't just let you go," he said, brushing dust off of himself, "you'll never admit when you need help, but I think you do."

"You are much too noble for your own good, boy," said Jack, smiling again. But then his smile faded as quickly as it had come.

"You should'n 'ave come," he said.

"Jack, I can help you find a crew, or whatever else it is you need help with, and then you can take me back home and go about your pirating business," Will replied.

Jack shook his head, as though unable to believe this. He was quiet for a few moments. Will stayed quiet too, letting Jack think.

"Fine," he said, "you can 'elp me find a crew, and then it's back 'ome with ye."

"Agreed," said Will, "we going to Tortuga?"

"Er, no actually," said Jack.

"Oh, then where?"

"You'll see when we get there, lad. Come on up on deck." And he led the way onto the deck.

After quite a while, it seemed to Will, they still had not reached their destination. He walked up to Jack at the helm.

"Jack?"

"Aye?"

"Where exactly are we going?"

"You really want t' know?"

"Yes."

"Virgin Gorda."

"What?" Will looked at Jack, confused.

"Virgin Gorda," said Jack, looking back at Will.

"Where is that?" Will asked.

"It's an island off the coast of Tortola."

"Tortola?" Will asked, "Why not Tortuga?"

"'Cause I don' want to go t' Tortuga…for once," said Jack, shrugging.

"Is it just me or are you not yourself lately?" Will asked, looking a little concerned.

"Nothin' wrong with a change once in a while," he said, smiling at Will now. "You don' 'appen t' know wot Virgin Gorda means, do ye?"

"No, do I want to?" said Will dubiously.

"It means 'fat woman'," said Jack, grinning slightly. Will just stared at him.

"Wot?" said Jack. "I thought it was kinda funny."

"Seems a bit odd to me," said Will.

"Well, apparently the island is shaped like a woman lying on her back," said Jack, matter-of-factly, "but I disagree. An' I never did tell ye what Tortuga means either, did I?"

"No."

"Means turtle," he said, "but that's not as funny as fat woman."

"How d'you know these things, Jack?" Will asked, smiling slightly now too.

"I dunno," he replied, "I get around, I s'pose. And besides," he added, grinning at Will, "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

"Should've seen that coming," said Will, shaking his head.

"Land, ho!" shouted a crew member's voice from the crow's nest.

Jack pulled out his Spyglass.

"That'll be Virgin Gorda," he said, looking through it.

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