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I awoke the next morning to the ship rocking and swaying. As I opened my eyes, it took me a moment to realize where I was. On a ship. . . In the middle of nowhere. Standing up, I began walking toward my small chest of drawers, only to have my knees buckle from beneath me. There had been little wind the previous night, and no wind meant no waves. But this morning the God's must have been lashing out their fury on the sea. The boat was rocking full force.

I stood once more, only to be knocked down again, this time luckily, I was able to grab on to my bed post. Staggering, I made my way to my drawer. Barely grabbing a pair of trousers, a white cotton shirt and vest, before I fell backward with a mighty jerk, that was not caused by the wind, but by the rudder. I was going to kill whoever was driving the stupid thing.

I made my way to my bed, and began dressing, the rocking motion making it hard. Finally dressed, I made my way across the small "room" to the door, grabbing the walls for support.

By the time I got on to the deck, I was getting better at walking, but I still fell whenever the ship took a lurch. Whoever was at the wheel must be drunk, in fact that is probably true. Pirates were walking all over, same as last night. The only thing that really set us apart (other than gender, hygiene, and sense of self respect) was that they were walking perfectly balanced on the rocking deck. To my horror, there at the wheel, was Harrison Gibbs.

I stormed, well stumbled really, over to where he was standing.

"Could this thing be any. . . Jerkier!" I yelled at him, flailing my arms to keep from falling.

Harrison gave me a smug smile, before turning the wheel with extra force, causing a major hairpin turn that caused me to fall back in to a pirate.

After straightening up, I gave Harrison an expression of pure disbelief, he was unbearable.

Harrison raised his eyebrows, "Does That answer your question?" He asked with an expression that made me want to punch him again.

"Trying to reconcile yourself after you got a beating by 'm'lady'?" I asked shooting a glare at him.

Harrison looked unfazed.

"Oh, my ego is fine, but your walking could use some work." he gave the wheel another sharp spin.

I fell backwards, once again hitting a passer-buyer. This time however I got shoved back, falling into Harrison's arms.

"Well well," he said, letting the wheel turn itself (which was actually better) while he kept me from hitting anyone else. "I can see that having you on this ship is going to be a lot of work for me."

I ripped myself away from his muscular grasp.

"The only reason you keep having to catch me, is because you cause the trouble in the first place!" I yelled at him.

He ignored me and continued to steer the ship.

The rest of the day was a disaster! I kept falling in to people, making them stumble, I just couldn't get the hang of the whole walking on a ship thing. The ground was just too unstable. During "breakfast" (the stuff looked more like doggie yak) I stepped on Harrison's foot (on purpose). He yelled, fell in to me, and knocked me in to Pintell, who fell in to Gibbs who knocked over the table. Food was all over, and fingers were being pointed at me.

I walked up the stairs to the deck, walking was getting a little easier for me. I guess I was getting the hang of it. Jack was busy giving some sort of orders to Harrison. Having nothing else to do, I walked over to see Harrison get told what to do for a change. Only falling once, and not hurting anyone, I was proud.

"So, what I need you to do, is get all the stock lined up in the store room, and scrub the deck. Got that?" Jack was saying when I arrived.

"yes, sir," replied Harrison, his "work face" on.

"Good man." said my Father, giving him a slap on the back. I felt a pang of jealousy in my gut. I hurt seeing this man give affection to a boy when he didn't even acknowledge his daughter. I knew I shouldn't take my frustration out on Harrison but I never was one for morals. I could see that Jack was leaving, so I stopped him by putting my hand on his shoulder.

He winced at the touch, causing another stab. I pulled my hand back.

"Uh, Jack," I started, Harrison gave me a puzzled look which I ignored. " Look at your crew."

Jack looked around, just as puzzled as Harrison.

Jack raised his eyebrow.

I continued.

"They are all so worn out and tired," I put my arm around his shoulder and used my other arm to wave at all the ragged pirates, " So why is it that you are having them work," I paused for effect, "When you have a perfectly good, young worker right here?"

Jack seemed to consider, eyeing me, then Harrison, who was giving me a look that could burn through skin. A look that I was ignoring.

"Love, you may be a pain, but you are definitely my daughter, Harrison, add to the list, mending the nets, and cleaning the sails."

I smiled, glad that Jack had given me a semi compliment.

"Now get off me." Said Jack, beginning to walk away.

"wait!" called Harrison, " calling to Jack

I eyed him, wondering what he was doing.

Jack paused, obviously annoyed that we were keeping him.

"Your daughter seems to be causing some trouble, upsetting sailors, Perhaps someone could look after her, show her the ropes?" proposed Harrison.

Jack once again, thought it over.

"Fair enough," He finally said. " Harrison, you are now in charge of Briar. Briar, you do what he says when he says end of discussion." With that he walked away, leaving me fuming.

"Harrison, you…you!" I sputtered.

Harrison held a hand over my mouth.

"That'll be Mr. Harrison to you, Briar." He said with a smug grin.

I felt like kicking him where it counts, but he would probably just punish me in some horrendous way.

So I gathered my composer, steadied my voice, and replied:

"It's Miss Sparrow"

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