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A/n--here's another go at the captain! Hopefully he works it out this time…

Part Four

Sapphire sat up in the Sparrows nest, half asleep, for the better part of three hours. It took said amount of time for her to realize that the 'Pearl was moving.

And so was the golden ship.

She glared at the boat for a moment, trying to figure out why only she and the new boy could see it. Tigger, that's what she called him, had also pointed it out to her. She still had to get him up here and explain that only they could see it.

Of course, explaining to herself might be a better start.

She sighed and scanned the deck below, trying to sort out how to get Tigger up here without causing a problem. It wouldn't bee easy since the young man was constantly on call. He was even younger than she was! He kept running from crewmember to crewmember, bringing messages, food, drink, equipment…

Well, now there's an idea.

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Jack watched his crew with pride. They were the best on the sea, as far as he was concerned. Each man knew his part well, even the new boy…what did Azrun call him? …Tigger, something or other.

…Speaking of Azrun…

He looked up at the Sparrows nest and smiled. The boy sat and examined the world around him, not really caring that he should be watching the sea before him. He really was just like Jack, and the captain was starting to wonder about the pregnant working lady theory.

But it wasn't possible. This boy was obviously of a higher breeding. One only had to look at the way he addressed others and how he worked on his own to tell. Way too good at what he does. He was far too…

Elegant.

The captain's thoughts were interrupted by Tiggers' sudden appearance at his side.

"Cap'n, Azrun says he needs yer telescope, sir." Said the blonde boy with bright eyes.

Wordlessly, he handed the object over and Tigger bolted off to deliver the tool. Jack was too lost in thought to really notice or care.

Why would a young lad like Azrun be elegant? The name rang a bell too, he just couldn't remember which one.

Ah, yes, the bells again. He needed another bottle of rum.

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Azrun saw Tigger hold up the telescope and she waved him up. He climbed up to her clumsily, but looked very proud of himself when he reached the top. He handed the item to her with a smile.

"There ye are, Azrun!" then he got a serious look on his face. "Are ye goin' to tell the cap'n about the golden ship that's followin' us?"

"To be honest, Tigger, I think we're the only ones who can see it."

He looked surprised. "Really? Ye mean like one of them ghost ships?"

"Yeah, sure. Is there a quality that only the two of us have?"

"Well, we're both under twenty, we're both decent lookin' fellows, Jack loves us…"

"Other than the obvious."

"Well…I haven' had a woman yet." Tigger whispered, blushing furiously.

"Well I'll be damned! Me neither."

"So...so you think it's because...becuase..." Tigger looked like one of the red coats, minus the coats.

"Yes, I do, and i plan on fixing that when we reach the next port. How about you?"

"Yessir! No more ghosts for me!"

"Aye! Now go down an' keep doing the good job you're doin'. An' ye might want to keep our...condition quiet. A secret between friends."

"Aye! See you at supper, Azrun!"

She watched him struggle down the ropes and fall on Cotton. There was one boy she could see getting killed by a catfish. But he was nice, and he had helpped slove her problem...she hoped. Seeing ghosts was great, but it was good to know that she had a way to stop seeing them. But they should make a good show when there was nothing else to look at.

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Jack had Gibbs bring up a bottle of rum and the Captain attempted to drown the bells going off in his head. It wasn't working. Ah, well, there were some things that just didn't work for you. He'd just have to sit down and think until the bells were happy and shut up.

Wait, what did he just think? Bells didn't have minds! They'd just keep on ringing until...until...

Jack growled in frustration and looked up at Azrun. Might as well start that thinking now.

He was elegant, but he had been a noble before he joined the ship. So that made sense. He took a great interest in Tigger, but that was probably just a closeness of ages. He dressed just like him, and that was good taste. He knew his way around a ship, even if he wasn't strong enough to man it. He still had to show off his fighting talents...

Now that could prove to be entertaining.

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a.n--good enough? well, i tried, so it'll have to do! R&R!!