Then for no reason apparent to any living creature, ninjas came and killed everything! The end!

I'm just kidding!

Disclaimer: I do not own POTC

Part Two

Someone in the sky must have really hated Captain Jack Sparrow, for a fortnight later; he was still in Tortuga, still drinking sour rum and still short on crewmembers! How could the rambling hell that is Tortuga not have anymore-insane sailors? That's what it was famous for! Aside from the drinks, the women, the fights, the women, the outlaws, the women…

He really needed something to think about.

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Sapphire couldn't believe the city before her. The whole place seemed lost in a drunken sleep. It was almost like it had an off switch! She creped along the oddly dry streets, looking for the Faithful Bride. It was the most popular bar, according to the captain who had taken her there. It was where all the pirate captains went when they needed new crewmembers.

She frowned as she stepped over a snoozing couple, which had fallen asleep while in the middle of…the act. It was worse than what the newspaper said it was. Tortuga was disgusting. Though she was sure she would get used to it in a few years-

No. She wasn't going to be a pirate for that long. Just long enough for her to either disappear to the people of the Caribbean or to get to some place like Spain or Europe.

But first she needed to find a ship that was going in that direction, and the Faithful Bride was the only place to do that.

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Jack stood. Tortuga was dead at this hour, so there was no point in hanging around. Gibbs was close behind him, staying quiet because he knew what was good for him, other than rum. The Captain was in a bad mood.

Swaggering down the streets of Tortuga, Jack hardly saw the drunkards lying about, nor caring if her stepped on one. It probably wasn't by accident. Then a figure came into his view. The figure was creeping along in a way that look familiar-

"Why, cap'n, that lad looks almost just like you!" Gibbs said quietly, pointing as though Jack hadn't seen him. Jack just nodded, and watched the man, or boy would be more correct. He was a young fellow, very skinny, and seemed to favor darker colors. That was something that could get a man killed if it was hot enough.

Ah, there he went again, wrong train of thought.

Jack saw the weapons on the boys' waist and started up to him with a confident stride. Even if he was small, he was looking for anything that held a sword at the moment.

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She saw a man heading towards her and instinct brought her hand to her hilt. It was odd how fast old habits came back, even after 11 years of non-metal related activities. She stopped and stood with a straight back. Might as well look impressive, not that it was hard in a place like this.

He looked familiar, though she didn't know why until he got closer. They had almost exactly the same dress! Not something you often saw among pirates.

He was smiling disarmingly when he reached her. First thing he did was examine her and fix one of her sleeves, saying, "Nice clothes. Ye've got good taste, lad."

"As do you."

He pushed her hat down more firmly and looked at her in a fatherly way. "Ah, that's what any son of mine would've looked like. Agree, Gibbs?"

" 'Course, cap'n. A chip off the old block!"

"Need more crewmen?" she asked with disinterest.

"How'd ye know?"

"Wild guess, not that the ass-kissing helped."

"Well, I do believe ye are correct, son." The pirate offered her his hand. "Care to join the ranks of us humble gentlemen and search the world for priceless treasures?"

"Pardon?"

"Pirating, sir." Gibbs said.

"Professional treasure hunters would sound so much more…"

"Professional?"

"Yes, professional."

The captain frowned at this conversation, annoyed at how it didn't include him. "Yes, that is very nice. Now would ye like to join me crew?"

"Depends."

"Depends?

She nodded. This guy was interesting, if not cunningly stupid.

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Jack was completely put off. This boy was too smart to be any normal street punk. In fact, he very nearly matched his own high-and-mightiness. It was impressing.

"What do ye need? Money, women, escape?"

He smiled. The boy smiled! Then shook his head. "A name."

"A name?" was all the captain could reply stupidly.

"Your name."

"Cap'n Jack Sparrow, sir." Gibbs once again saved him from looking like a complete idiot. The boy nodded, then offered the captain his hand.

"Working for you could be just what I'm looking for, Catain."

He was very business-like for a kid. "How old are you, boy?"

"Eightteen, Catpain. And my name's Azrun Smith, for future reference."

Jack nodded. Must have been some rich boy at some point. Oh well, to bad for the sodding noblemen. He was his now!

"Come, I've some papers you might want to sign in my cabin." Jack continued to smile like he had made a new best friend as he put an arm about the boys' shoulders, which Azrun strode away from, towards the docks. "Cocky li'l fellow, ain' 'e?"

"Are ye sure none o' them working women o' yours was pregnant?" asked Gibbs.

"No." Jack thought for a minute. "But I like 'im. Now, does 'is brain on land match 'is brain on a ship?"

a/n--not much, but it looks like the cap'n has his mind back in place! Always an upsider. But Sapphire just asking for trouble, looking like Jack and all...

If I keep this up, I'll give the whole story away and you won't want to keep review, or keep reading, or review-

wait, I said that already...sorry for the rambling guys!

R&R!!