Damn, it's been too long. I didn't like writing this chapter. Except for the first few paragraphs, it's mostly plot moving-ahead stuff. Mild humor. You'll like the next chapter better, I think. Such a shame; usually I like the number seven. Wow, this is bad advertising. You should read it anyway just to see what happens…

Fury awoke to see two large brown things looming in her morning blurred line of vision. She blinked her eyes. When her focus cleared, she was able to see that those brown things were someone's eyes. Anticipating attack, she struck out with her fist.

Jack Sparrow caught it with a confused and surprised expression on his face. Fury opened her eyes wide in alarm when she realized that her attack was being held off, and then breathed a sigh of relief when she realized who it was being held off by. She attempted to slip her hand out of his grasp, but he held onto her wrist, studying it, almost. He could see the beginnings of a scar peering out of the skin above the cuff of her sleeve.

"That's interesting." He said, observing the slender wrist in his hand. She snatched it away and stared grumpily at him.

"Don't do it again. The last time I woke up like that I received this." Fury rolled up her sleeve and showed him the jagged scar that ran down the length of her forearm. She was surprised by the amount of trust that she was putting in the notorious Sparrow. Fury mostly stuck to a policy of don't tell anyone anything. "That was when they first found me."

Although the word "they" sounded ominous, both Jack and Fury knew exactly whom "they" referred to. Fury pulled her sleeve back down and shivered. She wasn't cold. The haunting of mere memories brought the chill of fear to even her fierce heart.

Jack looked down, noticing Fury's bare legs. The blanket covered only her hips and the slightest bit of her upper thighs. She was sitting up with her legs straddles, not helping her situation. She rubbed her eyes.

Fury noticed Jack sparrow grinning and staring at her bare legs. She stood up, gathering the blanket around her toga-style and tying it around her waist. This caused Jack to pout and his eyes to glimmer in a mischievous, yet faux-mournful way.

"Come now, love, there's no need for you to cover up. I've seen much more of you than that." His eyes traveled down her form in remembrance. She saw this and pulled the blanket tighter around herself.

"Don't remind me." she mumbled grumpily. Jack turned away, smiling.

"Not a morning person, eh?"

Fury pretended to ignore the rude question and slipped on the borrowed breeches without moving the blanket. She dropped the blanket from around her waist afterwards.

"We'll need to be leaving soon." Jack said, suddenly concerned with finding the treasure.

"Aye." She replied, folding the blanket and placing it on the bed.

Jack disappeared into his room, leaving Fury to think. I have found my way, and the Pearl is my path. I need to follow my path and destroy Verne for all the sorrows of my past. And be done with my mother once and for all. That bitch, I hate her. Had she not done whatever heinous thing she did, I wouldn't be living on the lam.

Jack Sparrow soon reappeared with a canvas sack. Then, they left the "Sign of the Three Lemons", heading for the docks where the Black Pearl awaited. They walked in silence most of the way.

When they arrived at the Black Pearl, Fury was in awe. She went slack-jawed at the sight of the beautiful galleon before her.

"It's, she's…beautiful!" She exclaimed.

"She's home, she's freedom, she's mine, all mine." Jack explained, and then had a sort of-triumphant, sort of-creepy smile. He adopted a proud, bold stance. He climbed on deck, and then turned around to help Fury. She had already scrambled over the side, her long legs easily clearing the gap between the ship and the dock. Assorted crewmembers stopped what they were doing, saluting Jack and scrutinizing Fury. She, however, crossed her arms over her chest and glared back at anyone she caught staring. They approached a man with graying hair, a beard, and a slight weight problem.

"Gibbs." Jack addressed him

"Aye, sir?"

"Is everyone accounted for?"

"Aye, sir."

"This is Fury, she'll be joining us." Jack gestured to Fury, who standing about 5 feet away and looking around.

"Bad luck to be bringing a woman on board." Gibbs leaned in and whispered.

"Ah, but she'll counter Ana Maria."

"Ana Maria's a devil woman."

"Good, 'cause Fury's damn near a demon." Jack said. Gibbs looked over at Fury and shrugged. "Call the crew to order."

"All 'ands on deck, ye scalawags!" Gibbs bellowed. Assorted crewmembers rushed onto the main deck.

"Ah, Ana Maria." Jack gestured over a tall, Indonesian-looking woman.

"Aye?" she raised her eyebrows and placed a hand on the one hip that jutted out.

"That," he said, pointing to Fury, "Is your new cabin-mate."

Ana Maria did a double-take and engaged in a ten second glaring contest with Fury.

"'Er?" she screamed at Jack, getting up into his face. "'Er?"

"Yes, well." Jack muttered. Ana Maria looked about ready to slap him. Fury smirked at the realization that the only person in the entire Caribbean that Jack was afraid of was…Ana Maria.

"And who the bloody hell do you think that you are?" She turned on Fury.

"Might ask the same question." Fury replied, venomously, narrowing her eyes. Both stood, glaring at each other for several minutes. Meanwhile, all activity on board the Black Pearl had ceased. Every crewmember was fixated with the ongoing war between the two women. Jack cleared his throat, and the two snapped their heads towards him.

"What?" they demanded, their volatile expressions mirroring each other. They looked at one another, realizing this, and then focused their attention back on their captain.

"Nothing." He said, smiling. Then, shouted at the crew, "Back to work ye scabberous dogs!"

"'Oly 'Ell, Jack! You expect me to share a room with 'er?" Fury exclaimed. "And what the 'ell was that smile?"

Before Jack could reply, Ana Maria got a confused look on her face and said, "Holy hell? That's what I always say."

"Truce?' Fury asked, holding out her hand. Ana Maria shook it soundly and they both headed off towards their cabin.

"Amazing." Gibbs remarked, watching them.

"What is?" Jack asked, distracted by Fury's rear.

"Those two."

"Nah." Jack replied, smiling. Gibbs shrugged and returned to what he was doing. Meanwhile, inside the cabin, Fury and Ana Maria were having a conversation of their own.

"So why's 'e so scared of you?" Fury inquired, sitting on a hammock.

"Who? Jack?" she pondered, the smiled. "He still thinks I'm mad about him stealing my boat."

Fury snorted. "Jack stealing a boat, imagine that."

"Well, actually it was 'borrowing without permission'." She replied, mocking him. "And then he sunk it. Its still sitting, tied up at the dock in Port Royal."

"If 'e sunk it, how is it at the dock?"

"The mast is still above water."

"Ah."

Ana Maria smiled devilishly. "I know where his 'secret' rum stash is."

"Really?' Fury leaned over, rather interested. They both looked at each other and grinned.

Later on...

"So," Ana Maria took another swig of rum and gestured at Fury's arm. "Where'd you get that scar?"

"Oh, fuck. This thing?" Fury said, holding up her arm and staring at it. She giggled, and then became completely serious. "It is a scar from my past. From one of his cronies."

"Who?"

"Verne."

"Oh." Ana Maria said lightly, but looked disturbed.

"Cheers.' They knocked their bottles together and Fury went down drinking. Ana Maria returned the bottles to their hiding place, a box in a dark corner of the cargo-hold. When she was down there, she swore she saw a dark something roughly the size of a child go streaking past her through the shadows, but quickly blamed it on the spirits. She returned to the cabin and lay awake a while longer.

If Verne was after this girl, then they were in serious danger. Did Jack know? I'll have to tell him in the morning. And why bring her aboard anyway? It was obvious they weren't in bed together; she would've been in his room, not their cramped cabin. She looked at Fury's sleeping form and yawned. She looked outside at the moon, and then fell asleep.

Okay, it's finished. I'll get 8 up as soon as possible. I like chocolate pudding. I was eating it while I typed this up. Yummy! And if you review now, I'll give you spoons which had chocolate pudding licked off of them by Jack. And…..GO! Toodles-Siren's Voice.