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Chapter 7

Charity woke up the next morning and walked into the galley to see Kidd and some other crew members eating breakfast. "Charity! Good to see ya! I made my specialty porridge." He set a bowl of grayish slop down in front of her.

"Mm, looks delicious." She smiled brightly and holding her breath took a bite. Charity's face scrunched up in disgust, but she smiled again. "Oh, very good, thank you."

"Is it? I can't wait!" Kidd patted her on the back and took a bite himself. "Ugh! This is appalling, do actually like this Charity?"

"No, not really." She shook her head.

"I don't blame ye." He chuckled and took her bowl away.

"Well what're we goin' to eat now." Jack complained, limping towards them.

"Well, good morning brave sir." Charity got up to help him sit down. "We both owe Kidd our lives and all you can do is gripe about food." She laughed and hugged Kidd.

"He's owed me his life so many times I've lost count." The crew all laughed joyfully.

The month it took to return to Tortuga felt like a long one. Jack spent the trip healing and Charity got to know the crew, she loved feeling like family, although she was the only woman on the boat, there was nowhere she'd rather be.

They stepped off the ship in Tortuga, tired, but thankful. "Well Kidd, you're quite the guy I must say." Charity said giving him a final hug. "Thank you so much." She kissed his cheek.

"It was no trouble my dear, I'd been waiting to have to save Jack again!" He chuckled.

"Very funny old man." Jack took Charity's arm and walked them to the nearest inn. "Well here we are. Hope you don't mind sharing a room with ol' Captain Sparrow." He began removing his jacket and boots.

"Is there a bathing room around 'ere?" Charity looked around feeling rather stale.

"Oh yeah, just around the back is the ladies, have fun!" Jack waved, but soon decided he also needed cleaning.

They came back into the room and Charity laid down on the bed. "Who said you get the bed? I'm the injured one if you haven't forgotten." Charity didn't budge.

"Where to next?" She changed the subject.

"I want to meet your parents." Jack took a swig of the rum he'd taken from the boat.

"No, you don't." Charity shook her head.

"Come on, I want to meet the people who spawned such a fearsome pirate and if you let me meet them, we'll go see mine!"

"No, you don't." Charity repeated. "Trust me, they're not your kind of people."

"Of course they are! They made you, you're my kind of people. I want to meet them!" Jack slapped her gently on the leg.

"No! I don't want to see them and I doubt you want to meet the man that hit me everyday of my life and the woman who told me from the time I could walk, that she'd wished I'd never been born!" Charity crossed her arms and turned over with her back to him. "The only way I'll go see them is if they're in caskets. Then I can take back the necklace my grandfather gave me on his deathbed."

"Why do they have it?" Jack felt like an idiot for pressing her about the issue, but he figured it was now or never.

"My mother told me I didn't deserve something so fine, so she put it on herself. My grandfather left me his house and everything he owned, because he knew my parents hurt me and he didn't think they should have it, but they took it anyways. God knows what's become of it." Jack and Charity sat quiet. He gazed at her turned back, her wet hair spread on the pillow.

"Sorry, I wouldn't have said anything, had I known."

"It's alright... I'd love to meet your parents though. Can we?" She turned smiling. Jack could see the red blotches around her eyes from the tears.

"Of course. They don't live far at all. Just an island away, it'll take only a matter of days." Jack patted her arm. "Well, we better go to bed then, if we want to leave tomorrow." He began to lie down on the floor quite uncomfortably.

"Get up here." Charity sat up and looked at Jack.

"What? Why?" Jack scrunched his eyebrows together.

"Don't act like you've never shared a bed with a woman before, Mr. Sparrow. I'm not a simpleton. Now get up here and go to sleep." She smiled warmly and laid back down. She was right, Jack thought, but something about here made him think differently about hopping into the bed.

"You sure?" He asked, standing up.

"Yes, now lie down." She closed her eyes as he crawled into the bed next to her and blew out the candle. "Goodnight Jack."

"Goodnight Charity." He closed his eyes.

The next morning Charity awoke to an empty bed. The door opened and in walked Jack. "Come, come dear. The boat is waiting." Yanked the covers off of her and helped her up.

"How'd you get a boat so fast? And, what about breakfast? I'm starved." She rubbed her eyes.

"Just come with me and all your questions, annoying or not, will be answered." He tugged her along to the dock where they boarded a small single masted ship. He pointed to a basket. "Your breakfast awaits." They sat down, where he opened the basket to reveal bread, ham, and fruit.

"Very well done Captain, who says you don't know how to treat a lady the morning after?" Charity smirked coyly and took a bite from an apple. Jack wasn't sure what she meant. He was sure they hadn't done anything the night before, he was frankly a bit disappointed, but none the less sure. Charity could see the confusion on his face. "I was joking Jack. You remembered correctly, we did nothing but sleep last night." She assured him.

"Sadly." Jack mumbled. She shook her head, but didn't say a word. "Well are you ready to haul in anchor and meet the dastardly Sparrows? Or do you want to run back to shore in fear?" He stood up bracing the wheel and motioned for Charity to untie the ropes.

"I believe I'm quite ready. I can't wait to see those crazy pirates." With that, they left.