Disclaimer and Author's Note: Sadly, I must say that all characters and objects pertaining to the movie Pirates of the Caribbean are property of Disney and not my own. Even though I would love to own Jack Sparrow, sadly I don't. All other characters and objects are of my own creation. Hope you enjoy and please, please, please comment!

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Chapter two:

"Its frightful bad luck to bring.." "..a woman aboard. Yes I know!"

"Shiver me timbers!" Cotton's parrot squawked as Captain Jack Sparrow jumped from the barrel he had been sitting on to slap the bird away from the wheel.

"Bloody bird! I've told yer once, I've told yer a thousand times! No bloody birds at the helm!" Jack glared as the bird dove for his head then flew to perch itself safely on his owner's shoulder.

"Hoist the main sails!" the parrot squawked in reply.

"Mr. Cotton, if that bloody bird of yers even tries ter sit at the helm again, yer will be servin' 'im ter the crew for supper!" Cotton grinned and waved off his captain's threat as he continued his work. Several of the crew snickered, casting brief glances towards their glaring captain before scattering across the ship.

"Captain, we've reached the island." William Holt announced grinning in amusement.

"Mr. Gibbs. 'Ave the chests ready fer unloadin'." Joshaemee Gibbs aye'd turning to bark orders at the crew. Captain Sparrow grinned as he took the wheel from his helmsman. "I'll take the Pearl in from here, Holt." William nodded, handing over the wheel to the captain before scurried down towards the main deck to help with the sails.

Sparrow navigated the Pearl smoothly past the reefs that surrounded the small island, shouting orders for the crew to moor his precious ship safely without beaching her. Once anchors where dropped and the Pearl secure, the ship's senior crew and the captain climbed down into boats that were already laden with their most recent treasure. As each crew member picked up an oar, Captain Sparrow took his place at the head of the boat.

"Alright, gents. Lets get these chest ter that spit and then it'll be rum, whores, and more rum!" The crew cheered, the thought of drink and women speeding them along.

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Jack knocked on each slender palm tree he came across, listening to see if the trunks were hollow. Once finding the correct tree, he turned, taking large paces until reaching a flexible spot in the dirt. Tapping with his foot, Jack gave a grin towards his crew.

"What are yer waitin' fer? Stash me treasure." The men lowered the chests of gold and jewels gingerly into the hidden rum cellar as Jack swiped a large bottle of rum and stood watching them from under a cluster of palms. After uncorking the bottle with his teeth, he raised it to his lips and downed half its contents in one drink.

"Captain!" Thomas, one of the younger crew members, ran towards him forcing him to snap out of his daze. "Captain, one of the men on look saw someone on the island. He said they weren't movin'." Jack hurried back towards his beloved ship, followed closely by what crew he had with him on shore.

"Any sign of sails?" his heart skipped a beat, realizing the navy could easily attack while most of his men were on the island.

"No Sir. Just what I told ya." He turned to the boy, demanding eye contact. "He said it was over by the rocks."

"Gibbs, Jones, and Thomas.. with me. Holt, take some men and check along the shore line. The rest of yer mangy dogs get back ter the Pearl. We've let the Lady sit too long unprotected." A chorus of ayes rang out as the group of men quickly dispersed. Jack led his men in the direction of the rocks, his pistol drawn. As they approached the rocks, Gibbs grabbed his captain by the shoulder.

"Captain, there! By the rocks." Jack nodded and signed for them to stay back, curiosity creeping over him. He crept slowly towards the motionless body, checking for any sign of other intruders and weapons. The person was dirty and wet, fresh blood dripping from several cuts. His eyes widened.

"Young Thomas, fetch water and blankets. Jones, go get Mr. Cotton and make sure he brings his kit." Both men ran back towards the ship, casting back one last curious glance at their captain.

"Jack, what is it?" Gibbs cautiously stepped forward.

"Well, Mr. Gibbs. I do believe this lass clearly needs the attention of Mr. Cotton." His gold teeth showing as he grinned at his first mate.

"Its frightful bad luck to bring.."

"A woman on board. Yes, I know." Jack waved him off as he knelt back beside the wounded woman.

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