Finally I got a review from a Barbossa fan. And while were on this subject I found out from Johnny Depp that quote Barbossa will give his life to save Captain Jack Sparrow's on the ship (not the Pearl). I was so close to crying when I heard this. Damn you Depp for telling all the Barbossa fans that he will die. Even though you're sexy you just can't say stuff like that! I wonder if he gets killed on the Empress? The Empress is a red sail ship sailed by Sao Feng. Also I wonder what Sao Feng is like? Who knows?

Friend: As long as Norrington survives.

Me: That's just sick man, real sick. Then I hope Bootstrap Bill does kill James Norrington.

Friend: Your evil!

Me: (sighs) lets get on with the story. Oh and remember a bold word is a word with more emotion.

Warning: In this chapter there are some sexually crude jokes. Also use of alcohol and language. I just half to warn you now.

I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. But I own Kyri and my friend owns Brenna.


Realizing her position Brenna went back to check on the female pirate. Only Will had a side view of Brenna running across the ship. He was about to chase her down, but he had a couple of questions to ask Jack. On opening the door horror came to play.

"That was my grandmothers, you bitch!"

"Hey, hey now that's not what a lady would say."

"Well my husband is not around so I don't have to act like one."

Walking daintily over to the wardrobe, she bent down and grabbed articles of clothing. On not trying to scratch herself against the wood, she pulled out Navy officer pants, a white loose shirt, and black boots. They weren't bad looking, on the contrary in Kyri's opinion. They looked rather comfy and warm, unlike what she had on. This was her only ensemble she owned. Her corset was worn down from all the plundering and pillaging. Her ruffled shirt always had to be cleaned and her skirt was ripping at the bottom. But that was from men in Tortuga trying to pull it off.

"Help me take off my dress."

"What? Sorry I don't play that game," Kyri said in a freaked out and repulsive way.

Rolling her eyes, "No no no, I can't go chasing after your type in a dress. This is a very expensive dress and my husband gave it to me."

This seemed to have struck a soft spot. "Fine," chocking up slightly. The buttons of this dress appeared to be on the right side. Sighing, Kyri grabbed the button then started at the top. It felt so nice, since it was silk. Button one complete, now time for the second. Luck seemed to hate both of the women at the time. Cause with a blunt opening, Will and Jack stood in the doorway. Jack unlike Will looked wide-eyed and had a chestier smile. Will grew confusion about who the women undoing buttons was.

"Aye, look what we have here. Women, for pleasurable company. They're even getting ready for us!" He was just so over thrilled arms stretch and everything. It wasn't great for the letdown he was about to get.

"That would be Mrs. Norrington." I'm going to sum this up in one word, awkward. The room stayed silent. A seagull's cry was heard mixing noises with the ship hitting waves. Clearing his throat Jack started over.

"Well as long as we have your attention." His eyes gazed to Kyri. "You look familiar, have I threatened you too?" Smiling grimly, Kyri looked him in the eye.

"Look it's the famous Captain Jack Sparrow." Stressing 'famous' in the comment.

"Aye, you heard of all I've done, my grand adventures."

"No, I've heard of you from the women in Tortuga." Will glanced at Jack then chuckled quietly. This disgusted Brenna, but not what Kyri said. It was Will the one laughing at Jack.

"Mr. Turner," Glaring then curtsying and going behind the wooden screen. A nice jade green cover with a blue lace trim. She loathes Will Turner. Not only because he's a Blacksmith but he is loved by Elizabeth. Anything to do with her steams Brenna up inside. A window had sun shine rays down on her. The silhouette of Brenna showed all her curves and proportions which means Jack just had to look.

"Looks like you have a friend," Kyri snickered to Will. Jack turned back and raised an eyebrow. She had a very feisty spirit. He knows he's seen her before but where? Where?

"So what's your name," Turner finally spat out. What a bad question. She was aware what would transpire if she used her real name, but had to answer or they'll think something else. So she thought of a name far away from hers. As far away from her real one as possible.

"Keira...Robin. You know like the bird." Kyri mentally punched herself in the head. 'Stupid, stupid, bugger. Why did you say that? They'll never believe that.'

Sparrow just raised his head softened his gaze. "Ah, well Miss Keira," Jack vocalized, moving closer, cupping her hand, and lifting it up. His head bent down then kissed her hand respectively. Electricity jolted from that one little spot. Though she rubbed it off and thought nothing of it. "Welcome aboard the Interceptor." Smirking, Kyri thought 'What a dipshit.'

"Maybe sometime we could-."

Brenna was a great interrupter. She fell on the side of the screen. Sadly she was completely top less. Her arms went straight around her breasts.

"Hmph!''

"Maybe you should go and help her." Rolling her eyes told the story of both of the men exiting. Actions speak louder than words, this really applied to Kyri. She actually decided to help the girl out. Was it because she felt bad for her or was she playing the coy tarot card? Only time could tell between these two. It seems Brenna tried and failed horribly on putting on a corset by herself. Helping her stand, Kyri grabbed the leather string and began lacing her up. The pirate never removed her corset for obvious reasons. Barbossa's men were like other men and if you're the only woman around, protection was your single rule for survival. 'Yeah that's a trait ever women should learn. Even this high impatient pet.' One by one lacing the holes until she reached the bottom. A nifty bowtie and she finished the first step. However Kyri knew any woman should know how to clothe herself. Even the wenches in Singapore learned this.

"How the hell do you do this?" It seems the corset was at it's tightest.

"I've been doing it for years. I'm a aristocrat girl and I grew up in a wealthy home."

"So you think because you're a pet that can learn tricks means people should be the ground you walk on." She had enough of Brenna's false beliefs and left before she could defend herself with a answer. Leaving the maiden to finish her outfit though the French stained doors. The sky shined a blue across mimicking the ocean below. Similarities between the sky and the ocean were so amazing. She always thought this no matter how tough times got, no matter if was looking down at the world or up, all she could see was endless blue. This eased her mind about what just happened and where she was.

Turning over her head, Sparrow steered the ship while Turner sat on the fore of the ship's prow staring off into the distance.

"This is going to be a long day. I better go find some rum." With that Kyri walked on the rainbow to find the treasure at the end of it. Or in laments terms began searching for rum so she could be loaded to the gunwalls. The day pasted on with her keeping distance from any residence as possible. So she chose to stay in the brig. Also it was the last place she looked. No rum on the bloody Interceptor. In the curled ball position she leaned against the new walls. She thought she was alone. Alone is one of her more usual guests. Swaying to the left then to the right that's how a ship works. If anyone should know that it's Kyri. Her father taught all that's need to know about a ship, that and fighting of course. She hates that right now there getting farther from him.

"But soon I'll be standing next to you, eating an apple."

"Who are you talking to?" 'Great, just great,' she thought peering up. The happiness just could not last. Our favorite staggering pirate hovered over the other. But not for long, taking a seat next to her.

"So, what's your name?"

"I told ya guys already."

"No, what's your real name?" Snuggling her head in her arms, it stayed silent. But her actions promised that she would give an answer. A cannonball rolled right by their feet. Night fell down heavy then. It was partly cloudy but the stars lit up the abyss anyways. It was time to speak.

"I'm an outcast, I have many names. How did you know I was lying," questioning and trying to fill her own satisfaction.

"You took to long te answer the boy's question." Jack turned to see her expression. "And you're a pirate." He smiled in knowing and craving to see how she would get out of this one.

"You smartass. Point out why i'm a coxcomb!" She rotated her head to him and waited. Partly enraged and partly surprised. No one has ever tried to combat her wits. Like when she threatened Brenna. Brenna only comprehended what might have happened if she didn't comply. But if she viewed it notwithstanding, Kyri could have never made a perfect shot to her husband. Then again a life was on the line. Keep your logic in play especially under tight situations. Captain Jack is a great manipulator in getting what he wants. Barbossa caught on spryly and put out the fire before it reached the end of the fuse.

"Simple, you left ya sword and pistol on the bed in the captain's quarters. And women like her don't use swords or pistols, savvy."

"Besides this topic, what's been happening on the deck for the past hours." She didn't give a damn about what happened above. She just wanted to change the subject before she would half to answer a question that would give away her identity.

"Nothing much. The bonnie girl was doing what you are doing. You know love I found an interesting fact up on deck. Mrs. Norrington can cook, so she'll make us dinner."

"Great." 'Just what I need, to be poisoned.'

"I also found out that Will Turner is Bootstrap Bill's son."

"That's interesting."

"Very interesting," agreeing with her and standing right back up. An extended arm and opened palm showed kindness. Kindness, what a empty emotion, a useless gesture.

"Well, I smell dinner, shall we go?" Puzzlement, to bewilder; to confuse. That's the correct word. Puzzlement smeared over her face, a warm dinner and gratification. 'It must be a trick, what else could it be? If they think I'll fall that easily there cocky.' A wave crashed against the ship harshly, tripping Kyri as she stood. Were their is a falling woman, a man will be their to catch them; no matter how intoxicated they seemed. Bent knees, straight arms, and her face on Sparrow's chest. Take a second and picture it. Being dazzled and confused gave Kyri more time to keep her face on him. Until she realized a minute later her position. Blushing wasn't going to help her out of this. Slowly going from watermelon red to cherry red. But maybe a sarcastic comeback would do the trick. This was his chance to wrap his arms around her. Oh the temptation and desire to do so.

"I'm so gleeful your chest was in my way from hitting the floor."

"Sorry mate, I know your relationship with the floor is...personal. I'll try not to get in ya way next time. I mean-" Two hands landed on Jack's chest silencing the pirate. His only response was a deep breathe. His hands shook, was it in anticipation or agitation? Neither, since all she did was push herself away. 'You were so warm too warm', she pondered walking past him, like nothing even happened. Shortly following behind, they both traveled to the dining room.


Well over the hills and through the woods to grandma's house we go. And when we got there doubled doors with frosty windows and golden handles greeted us. The Norrington's were definitely a loaded bunch. Opening the doors only proved how loaded. A long black cherry wood table stood in their way. Chairs with blue goose feathers guarded the table from the sides and miniature candelabras covered the top. To the left upon entering a chest filled with china. With a simple glance one would think nothing so fragile would last on a ship. But with a couple of bolts and the swaying of the ship, clinging would be heard assuming one's beliefs. Especially in the corners lamps on end table stood disdainful.

That was just the beginning for once Kyri chose a seat across from Captain Jack, diagonal from Will and next to Brenna; silverware just became hell. Arrangement of forks on left, and knifes on the right (they will never be together). When it came to the other silverware, Kyri no idea what they were used for. All pirates used for silverware are their hands. And that's all a person should need, in the female's opinion.

Now the most cherished item on the Interceptor. It was a oil painting of Brenna, a wedding gift. She wore a Chinese blue satin dress. Between her index and thumb was a pink rose. A pink rose meaning a new love. Maybe shy at first but blooms for the right person. Not like a red rose of passion and lust. The dress had hoop skirt and her breast pushed in. The collar had lace around the collar joining by white pearls. Her diamond ring glistened just like in the deal. A single white stripe down the middle of the blue dress. It perfectly complimented the whole outfit. Next to her was the charming James Norrington in his full uniform and very pricey. Below her was a smaller portrait with Brenna's mother, father, and sister. The food was to die for. Red snapper, ham, caviar, and salad joining the wine. And the smell, ahh, succulent and mouth watering. Licking her lips, Kyri scorned the waiting and couldn't take it. Greedily hands of Kyri and Jack moved towards the food, like hunters. Damn if only they were a bit faster.

"Hmph, Grace," noted Brenna. Kyri turned and gave a look of disgust. She hasn't had any to eat for a day. But being desperate as she was, Kyri had to comply. Brenna folded her hands then the other followed. Slowly and quickly, the words to the gods chanted. The floor creaked in the moving of the ship. It seemed like a second since right after both Sparrow and Kyri began snatching all the food and ripping into the meat. No manners what so ever. Will was next and not as hostel as the pirates. Then the regal one lightly cut the ham and placed a slice on her plate. The indecency of the pirates was so barbaric. Will at least use a fork. But the other kept a straight position and elbows back. Trying to show them up or something. However that didn't interfere with Kyri literally dismembering the red snapper.

"There's no need to impress here," Kyri somehow respond between all the scarfing.

"I still need to keep my dignity." Wiping her mouth with a cloth napkin. As they say, the tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Both men realized this and began to stay on each woman's good side. But Jack just had to bugger that up too.

"So what's the Commodore like in bed?" Hopefully it was the wine talking.

"I don't think that's appropriate," Brenna spitefully commented back.

"Come on, tell us. What's really makes you...happy?" He had no right to ask a lady of her stature a question like that. It should have only been pondered in one's mind. That didn't stop him from staring at her for three minutes. Bugging her, she decided to tell him.

"If you really must know it's his uniform." Each person nodded in agree expect Sparrow. They all just wanted to ignore the topic of debate. 'It's like a mirror,' she thought staring intensely at the oil painting.

"I think we should change the subject," Kyri bothered.

So since she asked Jack would respond, with switching the question to her. "So what about you? What does it take to get you into bed, eh?

"Jack!" The ears of Will had enough of the smut.

"What I was only bloody asking. Can't a man ask?"

"No, he can't, no you can't. No, nobody can!" It was really funny how Turner acted. But all in all he was right on some level.

Coughing in aggravation, Kyri put in her own words. "Where are we all sleeping tonight there's only one bed? It's the most comfiest bed comparing to others."

Jack yelled back. "It's Mrs. Norrington's bed!" Flustered from Jack, Will began breathing heavily. Though he was just stressed. Elizabeth was somewhere he didn't know and who knows what there doing to her. All the more reason to act uneasy. What the wanting need and the having get rid of as they say. The urge of not eating made Will intertwined his fingers under the table.

"No no no, nobody sleeps in my bed expect my husband! You do not look like my husband, your not as handsome as my husband. And you do not smell as fresh as my husband". Throwing her napkin on the table. Exit to stage to right or leaving abruptly. About halfway out the door she received one final remark.

"You find me handsome," Jack perked up. She slammed the door leaving the room meek for the rest of the meal. After dinner one by one they traveled below the deck to the cots. Kyri always looked down while walking. It wasn't a safe habit, especially when a hand lands on you.

"Miss Kyri."

"What's going on, are you going to complain to me?" Groggy and tired, Kyri had just about enough fun from Brenna tonight. She dug her nails into her shoulder and began walking. Being pulled they arrived back in the captain's room. She let go, then both girls turned to make sure the other didn't do anything.

"I want you to stay with me tonight. I need you to protect me."

"What's in it for me?" Evidently Mrs. Norrington sauntered over to a wall cabinet, which was above a sky blue couch. Reaching down her shirt, the item retrieved was a golden key. With the key the cabinet could be opened revealing bottles of alcohol. It was only a couple but just enough to change your thought of thinking. Kyri was wide-eyed and very ticide. However, Brenna only took one out of the case making her frown. The vile drink of rum founded it's way to the pirate. She understood the bribe and pulled off the quirk.

"Turn around." She did and began swigging the rum. Cunning very cunning I say. Mrs. Norrington only wanted her to turn around so she could hide the key back in corset. Then walked over to the single bed, flinging the weaponry onto the ground. No amount of rum would let her allow that kind of actions

"Don't touch my stuff." No reply just pulled out the sheets and hopped into the sack. Taking a seat on the couch and blowing out the only light the moon lurked into the room swallowing the darkness. The waves turned into gentle tides rocking around. This was great for falling asleep.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"If you half to," not wanting to hear Brenna.

"What do you have against an aristocrat girl like me?"

"Not about your an aristocrat girl, but a aristocrat."

She started a list in her mind then responded with the best answers. "Look at the benefits, I have a mansion, money, a man who is head over heels for me, and what do you have, Scurvy?"

Sadly the liquor needed to reacquaint itself to Kyri. It's been a long time since they met. Making her judgment hazy and dull. "I don't have Scurvy! I have a father who is the captain of the Black Pearl, I can pillage all I want, and it's all guilt free. What do you have to loose?"

"Nothing I lament of being rid of." Turning her head to an angled side. While the other copied the action, nothing happened.

"Never say that again." Closing her eyes and lying slouchy back drinking more.

"What's your real name?"

"Kyri and yours?"

"Brenna Anglela Rose Moyrai McCaster Norrington."

"Who thought of that," the pirate murmured, raising an eyebrow.

"My mother, Baraness Anne Viola-"

"Ahh no more!" Covering her ears, the night became rather smooth.


Each person woken up whenever they felt like it. Then resumed their positions of the ship. Meaning Jack navigating, Will looking out for other ships and Kyri being well herself. It was around one in the afternoon when Kyri sat next to Will. Curiosity really, that's the only reason why she was there. Mrs. Norrington had different ideas of spending her day. Like looking though the captain's desk. To her surprise letters were discovered. Beautiful handwriting and smelt like perfume. A grin of joy frolicked onto her. The signature read, your love, Brenna.

"So why are you taking orders from a pirate?"

"I kinda of half to," he responded back.

"For what are you searching for is the question i'm asking."

"I'm looking for Miss Swa-, I mean Elizabeth." Her eyes darkened turning away. Fiddling her thumbs and not trying to look at him. Twiddling, twiddling, stop continue twiddle. Discouragement, anger, lonely was now her feelings. To be cared by another. She used to know the feeling. If you discover love you half to set if free. Having that ripped from your heart filled scarred emotions and never looking back. What exactly happened to Kyri making her push others away? It's really nothing to sleep on.

"I'm sorry, that must hurt you," ignoring the internal battle. Switching all the attention to him. A gust on wind waved by moving hair onto her face. This gave an cherub look so to say.

"Thank you, thank you for understanding," looking back at her. Saying nothing but leaving in thought, achieving unknown understanding from Will Turner. Finding her own spot on the Interceptor. So back down to the grimy, old, brig. The same brig, which had that embarrassing encounter with Jack and were imagination roamed. It shifted to late afternoon and it was turning dark.

"We're here," Jack comment with nobody around.

"Will, drop the starboard and port anchor! It's time te go ashore!" But more had to be done before they could leave.

"I knew I'd find ye here," Jack panted slightly. "Check on Mrs. Norrington, she's been in that office for four hours."

"Aye captain." Then she was the off to the most likely place to find her. From the deck and through the French doors, they're sitting on the bed dear Brenna sat.

Not happy but had to ask. "Do you want to get off this ship and go to Tortuga?"

"No thank you I don't want to get Scurvy."

"What is your problem with Scurvy?"

"My father died from Scurvy."

"Fine, stay here, see if I care." The night just seemed a little darker.


I'm done with this chapter! - i'm happy, other than what Johnny Depp said. Look man, you are hot, handsome, sexy and all that. However, that is still a thing you can never say, even if it's true. But I love your work. Please tell me what you think. It brings up my self-esteem.

Loaded to the gunwalls: To be drunk.

Now these other words are not pirate Lego. They're just not used often.

Coxcomb: a foolish person

Meek: to be quite

Ticide: To be excited