Disclaimer: I will never own Pirates of the Caribbean, for I will never have anything to do with such pirate movies, unless my latest gets out-

A/n--well, here we go again. Another chapter including complete foolishness, idiocy, and all that piratey goodness that follows Ol' Jack Sparrow everywhere. This ought to be minorly amusing…

Part Three

The 'Pearl…not much to praise in Sapphires opinion. Sure, it had hundreds of neat legends and a bad-ass crew that had a fetish for shiny things, but still, it wasn't much to look at. Her fathers' ships had been much more impressive.

When she was younger, she would go and sail with her brother, who captained one of her fathers' many trading ships when he was still alive. She used to know the floating hunk of scrap wood like the back of her hand. She hoped this would be the same as her fighting instincts.

Jack showed her around the ship, not that she needed it, and introduced her to some other crewmembers that she would need to know. The papers her hand been talking about were a contract that said how much of everything she got was, and another that said if she died, Jack got everything she owned on board. She refused to sign that one, saying that the crew could divide it equally, not that many of them could do basic mathematics. Truth was, she didn't plan on dieing.

Papers dealt with, she was given free reign on the ship, until the time of departure, when she would report to Jack for orders.

Why she was special, she would never know. Jack was like Tortuga, meaning there was no point in asking either.

She kept her guns hidden from the rest of the crew. No point in gaining unwanted attention. She wanted to remain anonymous anyways.

Well, if she had wanted that, she wouldn't have dressed like Jack.

"Cap'n, what're ye doin' up there?"

She looked down from her perch on one of the lower poles on the mast. She glared at the man who had called her captain, for near the eighth time.

"Listen, you mindless rat! I am not your captain! Jack went back to shore to get more rum!" she yelled at him, deepening her voice ever-so-slightly. She had been doing the same thing since she left home. She needed to come off as a man, and the voice helped.

"Then 'o are ye?"

"Azrun Smith, for the last bloody time!"

"'Avin' trouble, son?"

Oh great. The drunken wonder has arrived. "No, captain, just dealing with the hopelessness of your crew's all." She didn't even bother looking at him, finding the coast more interesting.

"'Ello, Azrun!" the same pirate said to Jack, patting him on the back. Jack starred at the man for a moment, and then climbed up to sit beside her. She contemplated the idea of moving, but didn't think it would be worth the effort.

"You should feel flattered. He's called me you at least ten times." She said, still not looking at the captain.

"At least 'e remembered yer name." there was silence for a moment, aside from the insanity below on deck. "What ye starrin' at?"

"Nothing in particular. I was just wondering why that ship over there hasn't moved this way yet. Tortuga is such a nice place, after all."

"What ship?" she pointed. The nearly golden vessel was in plain view. Though, the crew was dressed rather oddly… "I don' see no ship."

She looked at Jack. "You don't see it?"

"There's not but fog out there, lad."

"Oh." She shrugged. "Must be ghosts then."

Jack laughed and patted her shoulder. "Aye, ghosts. Keep an eye out for the royal navy, that's your job. Up in the Sparrows Nest."

"Sparrows Nest…?" she was lost for a moment, then it clicked. "Oh, right. Your ship, your name, got it." Jack just looked at her in a funny way before climbing, of swinging rather, back to the deck. She looked out at the golden ship. Ghosts…naw, it couldn't be.

OoOoOoO

Ghost ships? Why did that ring a bell in his fogy mind? The bells were ringing so hard, it was starting to give him a headache. Or he had just drunk too much. It was one of the two, regardless.

He swaggered into his cabin and sat with another bottle of rum to think. Something about that boy just wasn't right. He was too…too….

Well, whatever it was, it just wasn't right.

Little did Jack know, he had just nearly thought about two huge problems.

A/n---another short chapter. Maybe I should change my user name to 'short chapter specialist' or something like that. Wait, not important, so review please!