So, this is a short chapter, I know. Hopefully I will have longer chapters in a future. As I have little time to write, I cannot promise constant updating. Thank you for the positive reviews so far. I know where I want this to go, but I still will need input on who gets who by the final chapters. Enjoy this little snack.

DarkAngel

"You're crazy!" Jack called out after her. Then he grinned and mumbled, "But at least I get the rum!"

2 Months Later

Jack was sitting on the deck of the Pearl when he heard some whistling. And not just any whistling. It was the song that Elizabeth had taught him.

"Who's there?" he called out into the sightless night.

The whistling continued, but this time it was joined by more people. It didn't take too long for the song to surround him, lulling him back to sleep. Perhaps it was just another torture tool used by Davy Jones.

"Jack Sparrow!"

"Cap'n," he mumbled.

"Captain Jack bloody Sparrow, get your ass out here!" the familiar voice broke through his sleepy mind.

Groaning, he stood and scanned the darkness. Still nothing.

"Down here, you dimwit."

"Sticks and stones," he called back, nose scrunching up in distaste.

"I don't need sticks or stones to hurt you, Sparrow. I found you a crew!"

"Wait," heblinked, finally putting a name to the voice."Jessica?"

"Aye," the woman chuckled from somewhere below him.

"I'll throw down a rope."

"Sounds good to me."

Jack looked around before choosing a small rope used for tying a man to the mast during a storm. He threw the rope towards the voice and heard a few mumbled curses. "Sorry love. Did I hit you?"

She grumbled something, but he was somewhat glad that he couldn't hear what she said. After a few moments she appeared next to him on the deck of the Pearl. Men joined the two acquaintances until there was a full crew present.

"Find a place to sleep and rest up," Jessica calmly ordered. "We have work to do in the morning."

The men appeared to obey every word she spoke, each one disappearing within a few moments.

"How many men?"

The dark figure of the young woman he had greeted those months ago turned towards him. "Two women and twenty men. Each has sailed before."

"How do you plan on getting me precious Pearl out to water, eh?"

"We brought large logs to slide her on. It will take a while, but not nearly as long as your bloody pulling would. In fact, we may have a chance of actually getting her to sea."

Jack's nose scrunched up in annoyance as he forced himself not to respond.

"Aw. Speechless? I was told that it takes a lot to shut up Captain Jack Sparrow, isn't that right Ana?"

Anamaria walked over to them, Jack recognizing her even as a shadowed figure. "I wish you had been on board with me when I was apart of his crew," the woman laughed. "Could have used a few moments of silence."

"Talking ill of your captain. You wouldn't be thinking of mutiny, would ya?" he glared at the two.

Both laughed and walked away, leaving behind an insulted captain.

See? Told you it was short.