A/N: Yes, I realize that I had problems w/ my second chapter and I hope I fixed them!!! Anyway I haven't gotten any bad reviews so either my warning about flamers worked or everyone who read my story liked it, I know, I know, dare to dream. But thanks anyway, and enjoy this next chapter!!!

Sparrow quickly tucked the pouch into his vest, and motioned her to follow him. "Let me show you your quarters, love." She jumped at his words; she had forgotten there was anyone else on the ship.

"Yes, of course." She followed him back towards the stern, where there was a small, dirty, dusty room with a cot.

Sparrow looked around the room, and said, "Just how I left it. It's all yours, savvy?" He smiled and showed his golden teeth. He left the room laughing softly.

"Pig," she muttered after he left. She walked around the small room and sighed. It's so small, she thought to herself, it could probably fit only three of these cots, but you'd have no walking room. She yawned, the shock of the boat was wearing off, and she could feel her fatigue. She lay down on the cot and went to sleep immediately.

All too soon she could hear the waking bell of the ship, ringing all too loudly. She almost fell off of her cot when she tried to turn over, but she saved herself at the last second and stood up. She stretched, and then scolded herself for forgetting to untie her brown hair from the bandanna before she slept. She took it down and retied it in the cloth. "Damn that sword fight," she swore as she began to feel sore from the night before. "Oh well, at least I'm on the ship, and we're casting off," she mumbled. Lydia opened her door and joined the line of men awaiting orders from their captain. She glanced at the rest of her fellow crewmembers. There was a big man who was drinking from a flask, a man with a parrot, and a dwarf, just to name a few. Suddenly she heard a door open, and she turned her head towards the captain's quarters. Jack Sparrow came swaggering out, like he was still drunk.

He strutted to the front of the line and yelled, "Posts everyone!" All the men scurried like rats to trim the sails, raise the anchor, and help navigate.

Sparrow started to walk away but before he reached the stairs leading to the wheel, Lydia called out, "And what am I supposed to do, Captain?" At this he drunkenly turned and walked toward her in the same manner.

"You," he said getting within inches of her, "can swab the deck. The bucket and mop are down in the galley." He beamed and then added, "Have fun," and walked away. At this she stomped off down the stairs and violently grabbed the mop and bucket.

Cursing, Lydia walked back up the stairs dragging the heavy bucket and mop. "Fine, Sparrow, if you want to play that way, I can too." She muttered aggressively under her breath, but obviously the parrot heard her because the bird squawked, "Wind in the sails, Wind in the Sails!"

"Stupid bird," she said, as she walked towards the wheel. She practically threw down her bucket, savagely dunked the mop, and began viciously mopping the floor right behind Sparrow's feet. The water trickled down, soaking his boots, and the base of the wheel. She didn't move from that spot, she just kept mopping the same place. Sparrow seemed not to notice, he was too busy navigating, who knows where, because as far as Lydia could see, he had no map or compass.

After about five minutes of this, Sparrow turned to her and said, "You know, love, you'll never get this whole deck clean by supper if you keep mopping that same spot." He turned his attention back to the wheel, and left Lydia to rage silently behind his back. Grudgingly she moved to do the rest of the deck. By noon, she had finished mopping and sat down on a wooden box to rest. Suddenly she heard a voice from above her, "What are you doing?" Sparrow yelled. "You still have below deck to finish!" That was it; she couldn't take any more of this. She stormed up to the top deck, and got in front of his face, with the wheel separating them.

"This is it! I've had it up to here with your petty and useless tasks!" She raised her arms up to her eyes to demonstrate. "Why are you treating me like an inferior? What in God's name have I done?" She yelled, which was quite unnecessary, as she was centimeters from his face. "Tell me!"

As she was panting from all that raving, Sparrow craned his neck to look at the ocean and turned the wheel slightly. Then he looked her in the eye and spoke calmly and quietly, "You cheated in that sword fight."

"I'm a pirate damn it! Of course I cheated!" She screamed. His response was to look over her shoulder and turn the wheel yet again. "Then why," she added, "did you let me on your ship?"

He looked her in the eye and replied, "Well, someone has to swab the deck."

"Fine! I challenge you to another duel! Right now!" She caught her breath, then added, "And no cheating! I swear!"

Sparrow leaned on wheel and said serenely, "I would, love, but you've still got to clean below deck and cook dinner for the crew." She gave him a look that would melt ice, but Sparrow ignored it, his attention back on the ocean. She grew so close to punching him, but before she raised her arm she remembered why she was on this boat in the first place. It would not be good to get thrown off. So instead of expressing her anger in a physical way, she breathed deeply, and calmly as she could, walked down below deck. "There's a good lass," Sparrow called after her. Lydia flinched, oh how I would love to hit that man.