Here is chapter three. And I was not satisfied with the number of reviews that I got for the last chapter, SOOOOOOOOOOO if you feel at all concerned with the outcome of the world as we know it, review!

I peered over the edge of my drink for the millionth time that minute, at Jack, who was conversing in hushed tones with Mr. Gibbs.

After I had asked him if he had the heart to dessert me here, he had infuriated me by saying:

"How's about I think on that, and get back to you in about a month or so? Savvy?"

I had therefore, shoved him once more, causing him to sputter and make more odd motions with his hands.

We had made a truce (one we'll both break, I'm sure), He would listen to me, If I would stop shoving him. We had even shaken hands, which I found cute, but pointless.

Jack had led me to a busy pub where he met up with a man who introduced himself as Gibbs. Gibbs asked me what I drink and I could have sworn that I saw some sort of emotion flash across Jacks face when I answered, 'rum'. But whatever it was, it was gone in a second.

I now sat, two tables away from the whispering two, my feet propped up on the table in front of me, for the last twenty minutes, I had been so board that I was sure that I had thoroughly inspected every inch of the gnarled, pock-marked table. Every once in a while, one of the men, would glance at me, still mumbling, I would give a mock wave and glare at said man, until they turned back around. It was hot in the pub, and I was sweating like crazy in my heavy clothes. I was just about to step out for a breath of fresh air, when I saw Gibbs and Jack stand up. Jack looking as if he had just smelled something foul. Mr. Gibbs gave me a smile.

"Welcome aboard, Miss Sparrow!" he said, extending his hand for me to shake it. I gratefully excepted it, grinning from ear to ear. I looked at Jack, but he refused to make eye contact. I didn't care! I was finally free! I would soon be sailing! Soon have just me, the ocean, some filthy pirates of course, but that didn't get me down! I would never have to see Giselle again! Never have to see "Chuck, The filthy house. . . Lindsey and Edward.

A knot formed in the pit of my stomach. I felt extremely guilty about leaving them all alone. Giselle was a lot kinder to them than she was to me, but she wasn't exactly motherly either. Edward doted on Lindsey, so I knew he wouldn't let anything happen to her, but he couldn't Always watch her. He had always wanted to get out, be a rebel, break a few windows, be a KID! But to him, Lindsey had always come first. When I was living there, I had also watched Lindsey, played with her, protected her. Now it was up to Edward. I felt terrible, but I finally convinced myself that they would be all right.

I followed Gibbs and Jack to the dock where I had met my father about a half an hour previous. Looking up at the ship, I took a deep breath. I had never been next to anything as wonderful or majestic as the Black Pearl. My boots made a hollow thumping sound on the wood of the gangplank as I walked up it and on to the boat. The crew was getting the ship ready for sailing, tightening ropes, moving barrels, counting stock. Everyone on the ship was older than me, except for one boy.

He was over in one corner, tying a crate down. Gibbs was next to him, patting him on his back. The boy looked about my age, maybe a little older. He had a mop of messy brown hair, and light blue eyes.

"Nephew." A voice said in my ear.

I jumped, startled, and turned to see who was speaking to me.

A tall gangly man with one eye was standing directly behind me, a barrel balancing on his shoulder that looked as if it weighed more than the man.

"What?!" I asked, wondering just what this lunatic was speaking about.

The man pointed to the boy.

"That boy you was starin' at, he bein' Gibbs' nephew. Name Harrison, Harrison Gibbs." explained the pirate.

My face got hot.

"For your information, I was NOT staring at him! I was scanning the ship, and anyway, don't you have something else to do!?" I told the man, trying to keep my voice steady.

With that, I turned on my heel and walked to some corner where I gathered a rope, and began helping the crew, I thought at least I could help out. I began to get in to the rythem of the work, and found myself, humming.

"Why don't you go down below deck and let us men do the work, m'lady" said a voice. For the second time that night, I jumped.

Leaning against the rail, hair blowing in the wind, shirt buttoned halfway down so that his tanned chest showed, was Harrison Gibbs.

"Excuse me?!" I asked, still gripping the rope in my hands.

He gave a smile, showing white teeth, a strange thing for a pirate.

"I said, Why don't you go down below and let us real pirates do the work. A damsel like you can't be comfortable doing all this." Harrison replied, acting as if I needed to have everything explained to me.

So, this guy thought he was all that, thought he could treat me like a prissy little girl. I was the captains daughter! I had a right to whatever I wanted! I was not about to let myself be treated like a lower class by some cabin boy!

I folded my arms across my chest, locking my jaw and giving Harrison a look that could kill.

"What are you trying to say?!" I hissed.

Harrison took a step forward, Surprising me with his boldness. Startled, I took a step back, my foot getting hooked on the rope I had been tightening. I wavered, windmilling my arms to keep my balance. I was about to fall over the edge, when Harrison grabbed my arm. His muscular hand pulled me back to safety.

He gave a little laugh.

"This is what I'm saying! The milder gender should not be aloud to do work meant for men!" He said simply, putting his hands in his pocket.

Fury boiled inside me.

Before I realized what was happening, I had swung my fist, full force at Harrison's head.

There was a loud crack as my knuckles made perfect contact with his nose.

Harrison's face went white. Blood was dripping, well gushing really, all over his face and down his shirt on to his chest.

"How's that you sexist pig!" I hissed, spitting on his boots before turning and walking past the frozen crew and down below deck.

I, Briar Paisley Brinker Sparrow, was a pirate, and I would not take crap from anyone.

Yay! That took me all of. . . well I don't really know how long it took me. . . either way, right now it is time for you to review!

Sarah