Joe wrapped her hands with ruff cloth. Her blisters stung something awful, and her dove shaped brown eyes were blood shot from the salty air. Her father, Captain Jack Sparrow was working her as hard as he could, trying to make her suffer so that she would give up the life of a pirate. Well, actually not a life of a pirate, more like a life with him. She was not going to give up though. No, she was too stubborn for that. But she was going to cheat to get through it. The cabin boy had a fancy for her, she was sure he could take care of at least a quarter of her chores, and no one really knew if the galley was cleaned every night.

"I'm entitled to a few little white lies." Joe said to a dead fish she was cleaning for the crew's dinner.

"Really?" said a voice that Joe now found quite agitating and unfortunately familiar. She turned herself around slowly, with the fish still in her hands.

"Made a friend have ya?", said Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Yes, Papa, I believe I have." Jack winced at her "name" for him.

He smirked with annoyance in his eyes and took a few steps toward Joe.

"Could we not use that…word?"

"What word, Papa?"

"You know exactly which one."

"I simply have no idea Papa. Really Papa! What could you be talking about Pa-"

"THAT!" yelled Sparrow, then in a hushed voice continued "That word."

"Oh you mean…Papa, Papa?"

Jack looked at her with his head cocked to the right.

"Joe, by any chance have you ever heard about walking the plank?"

"You don't have the guts…Papa."

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"

"Ah, correction milady! I certainly can!"

"Please Papa! I mean! I'm sorry I really didn't mean that! It's just that I've called you that so long and-"

::SPLASH::

"Thank you, Jack, she was makin' me headache worse." Said Sparrows first mate

"Mine too, mate."

"Ya know, for just some girl she was a good worker. And for some reason she reminded me of you."

Jack starred at his first mate.

"What?" said his first mate.

"I did tell you she was my daughter right?"

His first mate choked on the piece of tobacco he had been chewing.

"Your WHAT?"

"Oh…I guess I forgot to tell you that."

"Yes you forgot to tell me that!"

Jack starred again, and after an uncomfortable silence he randomly said "Oh."

"JACK! You can't just leave your own daughter in the bloody ocean!"

"Why not?"

"You're her father!"

"Yes...didn't we just discuss that?"

"Jack!"

Jack rolled his eyes; and started to get ready to swim.

"This seems extremely familiar."

"Jack!"

"I'm going! Hold this, do not loose this!...Really, this really seems bloody fami-"

::SPLASH::

Joe sat shivering in a blanket, soaked, and continued to stare daggers at her father.

"How long do you intend to stare at me like a bloody statue?" Jack said, sitting on a stool and concentrating on the floor rather meeting Joe's eyes. He had felt her eyes burning the top of his head for about an hour now.

"As long as it takes for you to apologize.", Joe said in an infuriated whisper.

Captain Jack Sparrow looked up at this and with serious eyes finally looked at his…daughter…closely for the first time he had met her. She surely wasn't ugly, andwas probably beautifulwhen she didn't have two inches of dirt on her skin. Her eyes reflected a weary hatred in them, and he turned to the bread and water at the near table. Through this hour he had tried to be almost cordial to her, so that the rest to the crew would get off his back of "abandoning his own daughter".

"Like they haven't done worse than that themselves.", thought Jack. But, Joe had gone into, little-brat-who -think- she- can -will- the- legendary- stubborn -Captain- Jack -Sparrow,- into -saying -sorry -to -her -for -her- own -precious- little- ego personality; and it just made Jack more infuriated with her.

"Listen, Joe"…Jack tried to sound soft and, well, if it was possible, nice, "I brought some bread and water from the galley,", anger started to fill his voice with thinking that he was yielding to his Joe's wishes of "politeness", "if you don't want it, you don't want it, but I can't stay another hour trying to be "the persuader of eating" because, frankly 'luv, I don't have the bloody time! Savvy?!"

Joe was first taken aback from this outburst; and then quickly returned to her unforgiving expression.

"Oh so you still are going to be a little wolly are you?", said Jack with a cock of his and burning eyes. "Fine.", he whispered harshly. He started to go out of the room but was soon interrupted by accidently banging his head into the door frame.

"BLOODY DOOR!"

A chuckleescaped fromJoe's pursed lips.

"What you think that's funny?" yelled Jack in a voice that was three octaves higher than his regular voice.

This time Joe really started to laugh.

Jack just stared at her, as if not to believe he could let a girl actually unnerve him this much. He was just about to go on a rampage when he heard yelling from the high deck.

"I'll be back.", he said angerly, "and don't think about leaving these quarters."

"Bloody pirates", Joe under her breaths as he left.

When the Captain had reached where all the commotion was he raised his eyebrow in amusement and smirked.