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Chapter 2-Crew

a/n: hellllllllllo. Thanks for reviewing means a lot to me and gah! Beth's idea would have been a better intro. Gahh. shakes fist at Beth Still wuv you. ;) CHAPTER SHORT 2!

A hundred sweeps later and I was done cleaning. I sat on a table and wiped the sweat from my brow. Why I was listening to him blew my mind but, I never was one to stand up to someone else. That's just how I was. I couldn't express myself or yell at someone. I wasn't that mean. I had my moments of course. The door opened and in walked Jack Sparrow with a smile on his face.

"Done already lass?" I nodded not looking him in the eye. He sighed, obviously frustrated with my behaviour. "What's wrong now?"

"Do I honestly have to stay in your cabin?" He nodded. Stubborn he was. "I really would like to stay with Ana, if you don't mind." He opened his mouth to speak.

"Give the lass a brake ye mangy cad." Ana said from the doorway. Jack turned around angrily, walked over to him, grabbed an apple and bit it. "Savvy?" Jack shuddered.

"On one bloody condition. Ye learn some table manners. Shut yer mouthy when ye eat." Ana scowled.

"I ain't promising ye anything." Before he could argue, Ana grabbed my arm and we left the room.

"Thank you so much." I said walking down another set of stairs. She just nodded in response.

"I know how Jack is. He can make any woman sleep wif him if he tries." She knocked on each door as she walked buy. I raised my eyebrows. "Don't question it lass. I know from expierence."

"You slept with Sparrow!" I asked, amazed. "You don't strike me as that kind of women." She chuckled.

"I'm not." Sighing, she opened her door. "Sit down and I'll explain." I walked into the messy room. There were papers, clothes and rum bottles scattered on the floor. I sat on the edge of the bed as she lay across it. "About twelve years ago, Jack was marooned on the Isle De Meurta by his mutinous first mate Barbossa. Luckily, Jack escaped and found his way back to Tortuga by roping himself a couple of sea turtles." She took a breath and threw the apple core on the floor. "I met up with Jack while he was in Tortuga about eight years later. Now I won't lie, Jack was and still remains one of tha best looking men I've ever seen and silly naïve me fell for his charm. I slept with him that night and when I awoke, me ship was gone and so was my sack of galleons."

"What a cad." I said angrily.

"Aye. Anyway lass, Jack set off for Port Royal, God only knows why, but he ended up finding Barbossa and set off on an adventure with the young William Turner." I looked at her.

"Bootstraps son?" I asked shocked. "I heard he had died. Did a number on my mother, she had known Bootstrap well."

"Aye, young Will Turner. Good lad, back to tha story, Jack ended up lifting the curse off Barbossa and his crew of miscreants. He also killed Barbossa while lifting it. I was there for the whole thing and now, I'm apart of his crew after what he did." She sighed. There was a moment of silence.

"Sea turtles? Who is he trying to fool." My eyes went wide. "I didn't mean that." Ana laughed. "Things often slip out of here without me thinking over them."

"I often ask meself that. Sea turtles. I think he got crazy on tha island. Hallucinations. Ye know?" I nodded. There was a knock on the door. "Who is it?"

"Gibbs." Came his gruff voice. He opened the door and smiled. "Jack wishes ta speak ta ye lass."

"Me?" I squeaked. What did I do now? I really didn't want to speak to him. He scared me half to death.

"Aye." He nodded. I followed him out the door and down the hall. "Nothing ta worry about poppet. Jacks never laid a hand on a lass."

"Physically, no. Sexually, yes." I muttered.

"Pardon?" I looked up and was standing face to face with Jack. I shook my head.

"Nothing, it was nothing." He stared at me momentarily with his eyebrows raised before walking into his cabin. "Thank ye Joshamee." He called over his shoulder. Gibbs grunted and closed the door. I watched Jack from the door, he turned around and looked at me.

"Why am I here?" I asked impatiently. Jack smiled but did not answer me. He grabbed a bottle of rum, sat on his bed and drank half the bottle.

"Ye complained about me not knowing ye…tell me about yerself." I rolled my eyes.

"No pirate, in their right mind, would say that." I told him. "Most of them I have met just come right out with it." Jack looked at me, perplexed. I cleared my throat and put my pirate accent on. "Well blow me down lass or, Avast, me proud beauty. Would ye like too see why my Roger is Jolly?" Jack smiled in amusement. "I'd have to say it's the most sickening thing I have ever heard."

"Luv, I'm not asking ye ta sleep wif me." I looked at him, yes, I was shocked.

"You're not?" Jack shook his head.

"Unless yer offering luv." He smiled, his eyes roaming my body. I scowled at him. Bloody pirate. That's all they ever think about, aside from rum, treasure and of course their beloved ships. There were only two pirates I know who were in fact, in love. My father and Bootstraps.

"Of course not." I snapped. Calming myself down, Jack started talking again.

"Well, then. Let's hear it. Why is your life so…bloody horrible?" Jack said. From the tone of his voice, it sounded like I had rubbed some sort of impression on him. My life wasn't great I assure you but who was he to assume I wanted sympathy or attention from it.

"Well, Captain Sparrow. My life isn't as horrible as you may think I let it out to be. My father died when I was a wee lass, my mother hasn't been outside since. It was as if she had died that day my father was gone. I've been working in Tortuga with all the scum you can possibly think of. How would you like men grabbing at you because there sick minds tell them its okay?" I hissed. "My life isn't at all horrible sir. But, I am not but a helpless barmaid with the mind of my father. That's why I'm here, isn't it? Surely, a handsome man such as yourself can figure out where the treasure is himself. But, I'm here too help you. What makes you so bloody useless?"

"I luv, am yer captain and ye shall speak ta me wif respect!" Jack shouted outraged. "If I were useless would I be tha captain of one of the most wanted ships ta sail tha Caribbean? Every time someone talks about me, they say it with a fear in their voice. Does that make me bloody useless?" He asked throwing his rum on the floor. It shattered into pieces and his face fell.

"If you can do all that, then why do you need my help?" Jack opened his mouth then closed it. He brought his hand up mid-chest and clenched it into a fist.

"I just do. Alright luv?" He whispered, trying to remain calm. I glared at him suspiciously. "I don't have to explain me reasons ta ye! I be tha Captain of tha ship so ye should be answering me questions!" I rolled my eyes.

"You're very mature." Jack pouted. I giggled. "You act like a three year old." His mouth opened, shocked and perhaps a tad angry. Sighing, I bent down and picked up some of the broken pieces of glass.

"Don't worry about it." He told me. "Just go ta yer cabin before I kill ye. Savvy?" I put the broken pieces on his desk and walked towards the door.

"Savvy." I said walking out. I closed the doors and took a deep breath. See what I mean about the irregular outbursts. I suppose he deserved it though. Mocking me. I don't even remember talking to him about my life. Do I make it seem like my life is horrible? I should hope not. My cheeks were warm and my hair was a bit messy. It looked as though I had just…never mind.

"Luv." Groaning with impatience and fury, I turned. "What?" I added hissing.

"Goodnight." And with that, he smirked at me and went into his room. I stood there completely perplexed at his change of moods.

"G-goodnight." I stuttered walking to my cabin. What a strange man. I opened the door and there was Ana, lying on the bed and drinking a bottle of rum. She opened her eyes yet she still completely ignored me and finished her bottle of rum. I shook my head and sat on the chair by her desk. Plenty of papers were scattered on her desk, a map of the Caribbean and what looked like letters from someone.

"Tis not important." She said putting her hand on the letter and scrunching it up. I nodded. "Ye need some clothes. Ye won't be comfortable working in a dress and the crew will be ogling ye." I gulped.

"I don't want that." Ana laughed.

"No one does." I smiled. She walked over to a dresser on the far side of the room and rummaged through it. I leaned forward and she spun around with a pair of breeches, a loose white top and a pair of boots in her arms. "Tha' should do." I gathered them from her and went to change behind the screen in the far corner. I slowly took off my dress and placed it on top of the screen. I slipped into the comfortable clothes and sighed. It felt so much better to be in men's clothing then women's. I walked out from behind the screen and saw Ana, asleep on the bed. I laughed lightly and went over to blow the candle out. I climbed over to my bed and got under the covers. It was a nice change from walking around and doing chores all day. I closed my eyes and soon, was in a deep sleep.

"Brittnni, wake up." I furrowed my eyebrows and groaned in annoyance as I turned over to the other side ignoring the constant nagging. "Git up."

"Leave me be." I moaned into the pillow. The covers were torn off of me and I put the pillow over my head to keep the noise down. The next thing I knew I was on the floor looking up dazed and confused. "What was that for?"

"For not getting up, come. The Captain needs us." Groaning, I got up and followed Ana to the deck. Jack stood above the rest, looking down and yelling at everyone.

"Listen up mates." Everyone went quiet and directed their attention to Jack. "We need ta head fer Port Royal. Before ye all complain, we be going their cause we need supplies and Tortuga won't allow me their fer a while." He looked down. "Due to unknown female reasons mate." The crew laughed. "Now! Git yer arses back ta work or ye'll been spending tha rest of the voyage in the brig. Savvy?" The crew had ignored Jack and walked away talking. Ana laughed and led me up to the helm.

"Ah, Ana luv…" Jack purred. "And Brittnni isn't it?" I nodded, not looking at him.

"What's tha real reason why ye can't go to Tortuga?" Ana inquired. Jack looked at her, clearly he was appalled.

"Are ye saying I'm a liar?" He asked shocked. I giggled, he looked at me and I gave him an apologetic look between laughs.

"Jack…ye were born a liar, yer going ta die a liar." Jack muttered something under his breath.

"Oh Jack, that's not very nice." I said loudly. He closed his eyes and groaned. Ana looked at me.

"Wha' did he say?" I smirked.

"He called you a bloody whore." Ana glared at Jack and started yelling.

"Sparrow yer going ta pay fer that. Ye hear me? When ye least expect it, something is going ta happen to ye, so ye best be watchin' yer back!" Jack nodded not really listening to her. He was glaring daggers at me. I blew him a kiss and walked down to speak with Mr. Gibbs.

"Ah. Miss Brittnni." He smiled joyfully. I smiled back.

"Please, call me Brittnni." He nodded. I followed him to the sails and asked him what I could do to help.

"Can ye cook?" Not wanting to disappoint him, I nodded. Truth be told, I wasn't a great cook. I was okay, but not wonderful. "Wonderful lass." He grabbed my arm. "Come wif me." He brought me down to the galley and introduced me to Jacque.

"Hello." He smiled. He was a handsome man. Blonde wavy hair, hazel eyes and a tan that was darker then Jack's. "So you're the lass everyone has been talking about."

"I'm Brittnni Calico." I said sticking my hand out. He smiled warmly and shook my hand.

"Jacque Bouvier." He led me into the kitchen and showed me where everything was. "It's nice to have someone else in here."

"It's nice to be here." I said sort of unsure. He gave me a puzzled look. Quickly changing the subject, I asked him what we were having.

"Anything." He said pulling out some random foods. I wrinkled my nose and walked over to help him.

An hour later, a whole bunch of food later, and we were finally eating. I sat across from Smith and beside Ana. It was amazing that these men, and women, were still alive after all they had been through. Jack waltzed in, smiled and took a seat beside me.

"How's tha food luv?" He whispered in my ear. I looked at him, my eyebrows furrowed.

"It's wonderful. Do you have to be so close?" He opened his mouth to talk back, then closed it again. After that, he ignored me for the time being.

"Well. I think it's only fair that the crew clean up tonight." Jacque announced. The crew groaned and shouted in annoyance. Jack leant over on me and smiled.

"I think yer right mate." He got up and put his hand on my shoulder. "Luv, if ye'd be so kind." I got up, and followed Jack to the helm. He stood their, ignoring my presence. I coughed. He spun around and looked surprised. "Luv, I forgot ye were here."

"You asked me to come up." I said sort of frightened. Not really frightened, it was more of a shock. How could he forget asking me to come up when he asked me not but two minutes ago?

"That I did." He smiled. "That I did. Alright luv, before we go find this incredible treasure, I need ta stop at Port Royal. Then yer going ta take over tha….well not take over. Yer gonna help me find tha treasure or die. Savvy?" I gulped.

"Savvy."

A/N: Ughhh. i know short chapter. not in the writing mood. ticked off at some stupid person leaving rude comments on my website. people are really getting pathetic. supposedly im a st marys whore who is a prep. i don't know but, man, people are really getting low. ANYWHO! (Jack) I like whores….review savvy!