"Raise the anchor and man the cannons! Prepare to set sail!"
….
"Well, what're ye waiting for? Move it ye scallywags or I'll… Robyn! Would you get down here?"
A young girl of about 16 gracefully lept down from the crows nest onto the deck. Dark-haired and tan from the sun, she quetly snuck up behind the man giving orders.
"Yeah Dad?"
Jack spun around and scowled. "It's CAPTAIN! Captain Jack Sparrow!"
"Yeah, whatever… Captain."
Jack smiled. "Tha's better! We wouldn't want the crew to be thinking old Jack's gone soft, would we," He whispered softly. "Now, anyway, where did I stash me rum?"
Robyn smiled. Rum and the Black Pearl: the two loves of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. That is, until he met Annamaria. She was just about the only other person alive who was as stubborn as Jack, and he loved her for it. It took forever to get him to stop hanging around Tortuga's wenches and commit, but it eventually happened. A year later, Robyn was born.
Three days later, Robyn spotted some land in the distance.
"Dad…er… Captain! Where exactly are we?"
Annamaria groaned. "Jack! I swear, we better not be going were I think we're going!"
Gibbs grinned. "Aye! Port Royal, dead ahead!"
"Squawk! Lower the anchor! Lower the anchor!"
Annamaria's mouth set into a grim line, "Mr. Cotton's parrot is right! You said we were getting some supplies and new recruits in Tortuga:
"And," Gibbs added, "you barely escaped from the hangman's nooselast time you were here! And what about the mission?"
Mission? Robyn wondered. That's never been mentioned before. Jack grimaced at the quite mutinous-looking crew. "I said we'd be needing some supplies and recruits, and that's true. But, who said we had to stop at Tortuga? There's a lot more here! Besides, there's some … er… unfinished business matters I need to tie up."
Gibbs smiled knowingly. "Aye, and if you're visiting who I think you're visiting, then we're in for a helluva trip!"