I realize that it's been a while, but I was busy with other fics and original fiction. Besides, nobody really reviews this one anyway, and it's a long way from being finished. I really need to get it done. So here's chapter 8, if anyone's tuning in.

Fury awoke, breathing heavily. The nightmare had happened again last night. She clutched her arm and signed. It was alright, gone, just a dream. At least she hadn't screamed this time. He couldn't be too close is she hadn't screamed. In the next room over, a heated discussion happened to be going on.

"But, Jack…Verne? Do ye really think it's wise to get involved with someone that he's after?" Anna Maria said, gesturing furiously.

"Told ye she was bad luck." Gibbs murmured. He had been mostly watching the argument; it wasn't wise to get involved when Anna Maria was the one you're fighting against…or with for that matter.

"Shut up!" she snapped at him, and then turned to Jack. "Well? I'm still waiting for an answer."

Did I tell ye 'ow much gold there'll be?" he ventured.

"Yes, and do ye 'onestly believe that she's 'er daughter?"

"O' course. And Verne, well, I have a bone to pick with 'im me self…if 'e ever does show up."

"I knew 'er." Gibbs muttered.

"'O?" Anna Maria looked at him. "The Siren?"

"Aye."

"Ye knew my mother?" Fury was standing in the doorway. All three turned to look at her. She was looking at Gibbs with a slightly bitter expression on her face.

"You knew my mother?" She reiterated.

"Well, uh, er, eh, yes." He mumbled, the words stumbling out of his mouth, tripping over themselves. He coughed and averted his eyes. Fury bit her upper lip as Jack cleared his throat.

"Miss Delamar, if ye would be kind enough to," he paused and grinned for effect, "Produce the map."

"Aye, Captain." She pulled it out of where she had rolled it up and tucked it into her belt and began to walk towards him. Suddenly, she tripped on a crumpled discarded article of clothing and fell flat on her face. She groaned as she hit the floor and continued moaning, "Ow! 'Ell that 'urts. Mmph."

Jack ignored her apparent pain, plucking the map out of her outstretched hand. He walked over to navigational table and spread it out. Fury got up and glared grouchily at his back, after all, she had only just woken up.

"It's blank." Jack said in disbelief. "I-It's blank!"

"You let 'er on the ship with a bloody blank map!" Anna Maria screamed at Jack and cuffed him on the back of his head. Jack frowned and rubbed the back of his head, where she had hit him.

"I've seen that map before." Gibbs said.

"O' course ye 'ave, it's a bloody blank piece o' parchment." Anna Maria hissed.

"The ink is invisible." Fury said, hesitant.

"Invisible ink. Ha! That's likely…" Jack snorted.

"Well, actually…" Gibbs started.

"Just get me some god damn bloody lemons!" Fury suddenly screamed above the din. Something clicked in Jack's brain; he left the room.

"Thank you." Fury told Gibbs.

"Ye're welcome. I owed it to yer mother." Fury stared at him curiously. Owed it? To MY mother? How did he know her anyway? They weren't…they couldn't have been that. Could they? Fury shuddered at the thought. Gross. That's just…ugh. Well, there's no saying that it did happen.

"This better bloody work." Anna Maria muttered to Fury. Fury merely shrugged and crossed her arms, leaning against the table with the "map". Jack returned several moments later with a lemon and a sharp knife. Fury took them from him and chopped the lemon in half. She squeezed it over the map, and spread the juice so that the entire map was damp. Soon, lines in black ink appeared on the map. After several minutes, an entire map labeled in fine, spidery writing had revealed itself upon the parchment.

"Aye, I've seen that map before." Gibbs said. Everyone looked at him. "That is most definitely the Siren's map." He made the sign of the cross.

"'Ow did ye know the Siren?" Jack asked him. Fury glared at Jack, but he didn't notice.

"I was the first mate on 'er ship, the 'Rana'."

"'Ave ye sailed on every bloody ship in the Caribbean?" Jack jested, Anna Maria smirked. The Pearl, that naval ship, that ship that they commandeered… Fury, however, was merely confused at the joke. Jack laughed and slapped Gibbs on the back. Fury figured that it was some kind of private joke between them. "Gibbs, if ye would supervise the crew. Anna Maria, don't ye, eh, 'elp 'im?" They took their cue and exited. "Ah, Miss Fury! I have to discuss something with ye." She merely raised her eyebrows at him.

"This map is very…well, love, it leads through treacherous waters."

"Aye?"

"Are ye willing to follow me through?"

"I am willing to anything it takes to escape from that 'orrid man."

"Ah, yes, Verne….and did you say anything?"

"I know what you're thinking…..anything except things involving contact with you." She looked sternly at him. "Ye do realize that ye 'ave the map upside down, with all due respect, Captain."

"What? Impossible!"

"Improbable." Fury grinned. "Actually, there's a journal that comes with it…" Jack looked at her. "It would be bloody impossible to read all the cryptic nonsense without it. Shall I?" She gestured towards the door.

"Shall we."

"We?"

"Aye."

They walked off and Jack put his arm around her waist. She reached over and, deftly pinching a pressure point, caused him to let go. He shook the slightly-numb hand furiously and pouted at her. She gave him an innocent smile, and then burst into laughter. As they reached the cabin, one might have seen the ever-persistent Jack snaking his arm back around her waist.

There now, that wasn't too painful, was it? I assure you that chappie # 9 is so much better. I look forward to seeing REVIEWS! I realize that no one has reviewed the past two chappies, but I'll keep on writing anyway. Ha! Ha! Ha-ha-ha! Toodles Siren's Voice