The ruckus he had heard above his cabin was not from a crew dispute, (as he had expected) but the welcoming of an old shipmate. The visitor was in his mid-twenties, he was tall and hosted tan skin from years of working on a boat slaving under the sun, bright green eyes, disheveled hair, a square jaw, and a face that looked so honest and deceitful at the same time that you were taken in by his presence at once-no matter if you were a woman or a man.

The young man was handshaking and laughing with one of the crewmen, and slapped his back. He then turned to Jack, where his face dropped into a respectful grin.

Jack had taken his sword out and now pointed it to the ground as to use it like a cane. His fingers tapped it expectantly. His smirked at his visitor, and with a bit of a cock of his head he noticed at once the money bag this man had at his side.

Jack put on his hand and said "Welcome back mate."

"Glad to be back, Jack."

No one had noticed, but a new pair of eyes had joined in on this scene. Josephine had come up from the cabin to see who had arrived.

"What was your means of getting here?" said Jack, who had just noticed he did not see any ship near or far who could have dropped his mate off.

The young man smirked "I have my ways."

At that answer Jack tipped his head and his eyes grew with an obvious remembrance of something that made him not press the subject any further.

Josephine frowned at this reaction of her Father's. She knew that look already, even for only the short time she had known him. He knew something that would affect them all, but kept the "secret" to himself. Her mother had often talked of how he would have that "knowing look" and then she wouldn't see him for months. Which brought Josephine back to the fact of how in the world could Jack not remember her mother. Her mother had told her they had known each other since they were children and had separated only when Jack found out she was with child. This thought burned Joe's heart. How could he not want her that much? Mother had said they had been deep in love, and that if Josephine ever did get to meet him one day she would find that he still was in love. Josephine hadn't seen that at all. Along with his statement that he supposedly "did not know her mother" she was almost certain that he did not love her from their last stop at Tortuga. That had been interesting. As much as she hated to admit it, she felt more lonely, forgotten, and betrayed then ever when Jack went off with one of the night women. It was as if she was seeing it through her Mother's eyes. How could he have done this to her mother?

She was glad. Glad that her mother was not alive to see what Jack had lead

his life to. Yes, her mother had said he had always been a pirate. But a pirate of decent quality, if that means anything at all now...or if it ever really had. However, Josephine's thoughts were interrupted by her father's shadow over her. She looked up at his face from the place she was crouching from and looked him dead in the eyes. Slowly she rose up never looking away from his glance. She hadn't realized how much she was deeply hurt from these memories and events. Her anger was deep and she wanted Jack to see that.

"Hiding now are we deary?" said Jack in a less then chivalry tone.

"Not hiding...observing." Josephine replied.

"Oh." He then turned back around randomly.

"I got away with that?" Josephine asked herself.

The new man stared at her. Josephine looked to the ground to avoid his eyes.

Jack smirked. "That's interesting." He said under his breath.

"Jack...you have a woman on your ship?" said the man.

"...Yes...unfortunately." Joe looked at him, with a hurt expression on her face.

"Its bad luck to have a woman on a ship."

"Not all woman, but your right, this girl is bad luck."

Josephine stared at him and at last she could not keep quiet anymore.

"You...you...you have no heart! You never loved my mother, you could never love anyone even if you wanted to!".

She then turned to run but Jack caught her by the sleeve. She tried to get away but he just dragged her closer until he grabbed her arm and was holding her so hard and big, fat purple bruise would appear on her arm the next morning.

She then met his face, and was for the first time afraid. He brought her even closer. Joe was terrified of his anger, but more so of the dreadful silence that filled the space around them. The crew gawked and the stranger looked away.

Jack then whispered in a menacing cutting voice "Get off my ship."