Disclaimer: I do not in any Way, Shape, or Form own Pirates of the Caribbean . If I did, I would have a Jack Sparrow at my side, and I wouldn't at all complain .

Ch.7

'Looks like another game has started and I don't know what the rules are again.'

I was on watch with Gibbs again. We had dropped anchor near Port Royal a few days ago, and watched as Jack left the Pearl to Port Royal. I was still disappointed that I couldn't go along, but I suppose that it was for the best after all. Everyone knew me there, and also knew that I was now a pirate so I suppose that it wouldn't be safe there for me anymore. I was brought out of my thoughts hearing Gibbs start to sing as he walked around with his bottle of rum in hand. The man couldn't hold his liquor to save his life it seemed. I chuckled softly, taking a swig of my own bottle that I cradled in the crook of my arm. It was a full moon that night; it was beautiful if you asked me. I was humming to myself quietly, despite having an uncomfortable feeling that had settled in the back of my mind a few hours before hand. I looked over at Gibbs from my spot on the railing that I was sitting on, he was stumbling a bit from the rum, but still looked in high spirits, despite the look of caution on his face. 'He must feel it too.' I mused silently, watching the water from the corner of my eye. I never knew why I loved the ocean so much, or why it always calmed me, but it did, it was a way that I stayed relatively sane on this ship.

"Gab." I heard Gibbs' voice from across the deck. I blinked a little, I must have zoned out again. I shifted my weight a bit looking at the first mate cocking my head to the side. "Yea?" I asked, wondering what he wanted to ask. I never really talked with Gibbs, he always seemed to keep distance from me, since the day I agreed to travel on the Pearl with Jack.

"Why'd ya decide ta join tha crew?" he asked curiously while making his way over to me and leaned against the railing starring out at the water.

I took my time to answer that, there were many reasons, curiosity being a main one. "I donno, guess I just felt like havin' a different change of pace in life. Different way of livin' ya know?" I said softly, then took a swig of rum again seeing him nod his head. "But really though, the ocean has always been callin' me, e'er since I was a lil girl, I would always stare out of the ocean fer no reason, mum always said that it was cause I took after my father..." I chuckled a bit at the end of that. "Guess there's some truth ta that after all." I smiled a bit bitterly at the ocean.

Beside me I could tell that Gibbs was thinking about what I said. I wasn't here cause Jack bribed me, I wasn't here cause he owed me anything either. I was here for me own cause and to discover myself. "Yer a brave lass Gab, I miss judged ya." Gibbs finally said giving me a kind grin, I returned it and held out my bottle to clink with him. 'Aye ya did Gibbs, but that's how ya get ta know someone." I said. We clinked bottled and took a swig, then continued waiting for Jack to return.

Soon we spotted something coming towards the Pearl and went over to the other side. "Looks like Jack found a different way to come o'er." I mused seeing him use a coffin as a boat. 'Not exactly the best thing to use though...' I thought with a shake of my head. Gibbs went over to the side and held a hand out to help Jack up on board, but instead he got handed a dead man's leg. 'Pleasant...' I thought and it seemed that Gibbs shared my thought on that as well. The crew started to come up deck since Jack was back, everyone being curious as to what he had gone to land, to get. Once Jack was on deck Cotton handed Jack his coat while Gibbs and I shared a look. We caught up to Jack as he walked up to the helm. Gibbs was the first one to speak, asking Jack if everything went according to plan. Jack said that it was, and when asked what he went to get, he pulled out a piece of bundled cloth waving it in the air a bit. I frowned some seeing that, it made the feeling in the back of my head grow with more unease. 'What exactly is on it... ?' I thought, continuing to follow Jack and Gibbs. For the past few days before he left, he had been acting very, very strange, more strange that usual strange for Jack, which just caused for someone to become alarmed, in a way. The rest of the crew blocked Jack's way, not looking too pleased as it was. I don't blame them though, they were expecting gold, or something shiny, heck even Gibbs was expecting the same as them. Jack looked around at the crew, each in the eye, when our eyes met, all I did was raise an eyebrow, I wasn't here for gold, or anything shiny, and he knew that, but his eyes were still unreadable to me.

"Shiny eh?" he said looking around once more. The crew nodded, then demanded to know what was on the cloth that Jack kept a tight grip on. Though, before anything could be said, or done, Jack, the monkey Jack, appeared out of nowhere, as its undead self, which still freaked me out whenever I say it in the moonlight, and took the cloth from Jack, and ran across the deck. Jack tried shooting it with his own pistol but it was empty, so he took one of the crew member's pistol and shot it, making the monkey drop the cloth. The midget... don't kill me for that, I keep forgetting his name... anyway, he went over and opened the cloth with a not very impressed look on his face, he stated that it was a key. Jack went over to the midget, taking the cloth from him and held it up for everyone to see.

"Actually, it's a drawing of a key." Jack stated, seeming to be proud of it. I furrowed my brows as I looked at that picture, wondering where I've seen it before. I hardly forgot things, especially when it came to anything that had to do with the ocean, or being a pirate. With that thought, I knew what I was looking at, long before the others would catch on. I tuned everyone out while they were babbling about the drawing of the key and walked away from the group thinking to myself. I stopped in mid step though as another thought came to mind. 'Why would Jack be wanting that key though...' I wondered, coming out of my thoughts just as Jack told us to go in a certain direction. I overheard Gibbs and the midget talking, and knew that the feeling I had was one that the whole crew felt.

The rest of the time we sailed through the storm we were in. Jack had locked himself in his cabin once again and we sailed blindly through the ocean. I was sitting on the rail again looking out into the fog, it didn't settle me like it usually did. Most of the crew was down in the galley most likely eating and chatting, I felt no need to do that though. I finally had a moment to myself where I could just think about everything that has happened in the past few days, especially with the dealing of the compass. I couldn't put my mind to it. 'I desire Jack? How can that be? Sure he's attractive, and he's a pirate, so it does show... but... that can't be right.' I shook my head vigorously and gave a short bark of laugh. "Jack doesn't have relationships... just lovers." I whispered heatedly. Trying to convince myself that it was just a fluke more than anything at all. I jumped off the railing, rubbing my head slightly thinking of getting some rum. I had to pause at that thought, and chuckle. Since my first adventure with Jack and joining his crew, I pretty much always turned to rum, just like how I wanted to do back in Port Royal when served at the tavern. I didn't notice until now, how dark it was, and I guessed that most of the crew were asleep in their hammocks. Stretching out my arms, I rotated them a bit before deciding to venture down through the males cabin to get to the storage area for the rum. Just when I came close to going down I felt a hand on my shoulder, tilting my head back I saw Jack giving me a curious look.

"'n what do you think ya doing luv?" he asked looking down at me. I gave a small chuckle and nodded towards his lamp. "The same as you Cap'ain, gettin some rum." I said with a smirk. Smirking back at me Jack went down first motioning me to follow him, which I did. Just like I figured, they were sleeping in their hammocks, not knowing that Jack and I were walking through, I had to keep myself from laughing since some of the crew were talking in their sleep, this was quite amusing to say the least to me. We went down the second level to the storage area. I took the lantern form Jack when he fished out his keys and putting them into the locked door. We entered and Jack took the lantern again from me. He swung it around and the two of us looked for the rum. I never thought a storage area could look creepy, and it still didn't to me, but it was amusing to say the least. I felt Jack nudge me in the arm before he started walking away, so I followed him. 'I guess he can have a soft spot when he wants to.' I mused to myself. We ducked under some shelves until we came to the rum rack. Once again I was holding the lantern as Jack bent down to get a bottle. He turned it over a bit and nothing but sand fell from it. He was about to say something when a voice spoke suddenly.

"Times run out Jack." The voice was deep and a little bit raspy. Jack grabbed the lantern from my hands and held it up walking towards the voice. I followed him out of my curiosity, not knowing what it was going to get me into. We rounded the corner and I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread that was coming to me so suddenly. It was only when I heard Jack speak, that I knew why I was feeling what I was.

"Bootstrap? Bill Turner." Those words just about gave me a heart attack. 'Father...' I thought when my father turned his head towards us. I wouldn't even be able to describe him to you, really I couldn't. Jack said a few things to my father before noticing that I hadn't moved from my spot where I apparently grew roots too.

"I see you got the Pearl back." My father said looking around a bit, his eyes were weary like he didn't want to be there. Jack just nodded, holding the bottle of rum that was in my fathers hands.

"Aye, I did, and with help. From your son, and daughter." Jack said proudly. My father looked at Jack, almost in wonder. "William? Gabriella? So they became pirates after all..." my father said, sounding a bit disappointed. It was then that I decided to come out of the shadows.

"No... just one of us really... father." I said quietly coming over to Jacks side. My father stared at me in wonder, taking in everything. He stood up, his bones cracking unhealthily, even to me. He came over and raised one of his hands placing it on my cheek hesitantly.

"It's me father, Gabriella." I said softly, biting the inside of my bottom lip. "Gabriella..." my father whispered, stroking my cheek very softly, almost as if I would disappear on him. "You look just like your mother." He whispered again. I smiled softly at that I had gotten my father's eyes, while Will had gotten our mother's, it was something I was always proud about having. "I thought I would never see you again." I said quietly.

Before anything else could happen though, Jack cleared his throat. "As much as I'm enjoying this little reunion, you came here for something didn't you?" Jack said. At that my father pulled away from me, but not before giving me a fatherly smile, in which I returned to him. My father sat back down looking at Jack seriously.

"He sent me." He said, and when Jack gave him a confused look, my father continued. "Davy Jones." I sat down on one of the barrels, leaning against one of the supporting beams. Jack passed me the rum bottle which a took a small swig of, before passing it back to him. I listened to the two of them with a half an ear, letting the other half listen to my thoughts. 'So... father works for Davy Jones then...' I thought sadly. I listened as my father told Jack how he was strapped to a cannon and sunk down into the ocean, unable to die. What was news to me though, was that Jack made a deal with Davy Jones. I stood up though hearing my father saying that Davy Jones' beast will be coming for us, since Jack now has the black spot. My father paused at my side but we didn't look at each other.

"I'm sorry you got wrapped up in this Gabriella..." he whispered to me and before I could say anything to him, he disappeared through the ship. I looked over at Jack who was looking at his hand in basically fear, and pulled it down, watching as the black spot appeared. I looked at Jacks face and gulped a bit. "What now Jack?" I asked quietly, forgetting to call him captain.

"We head for shallow waters..." he said in a calm voice, before panic finally took over him.