Heh… if anyone is still reading this story then thank you and I am so sorry it took so long to update…. I kind of was preoccupied or occupada in Spanish (I think) sorry just took a Spanish test. But in all this time I had I planned out the story to the end and there will be a big twist! So yeah uh on with the story!

Sailing

It's been a good few months since Anika had the dream and everything was back to normal. Jack had gone about confusing the crew with phrases and words only he knew, Gibbs had started telling some more stories about Jack to Will and Anika had been unbelievably bored to no end.

Jack has refused telling the crew where he was sailing to, yet Anika keeps telling him if he keeps that up the crew will commit mutiny on him once again, but Jack being Jack decided to be stubborn and still hasn't told the crew anything. Now if you remember in earlier chapters, Anika's things has been showing up in her room, well since she does not want any of the crew to see any future inventions, she has barricaded her room from any one of the crew except her friend Tiffany who sadly is still stuck in Elisabeth's body.

It was midnight, and Jack decided to take a walk around his pride and joy. Stepping up on the cool deck of the Black Pearl was refreshing to him after sleeping in the cramped, stale, Captains Cabin. The room may have been big but Jack was not satisfied with it, he had always been a man of fresh air and had the heart and soul of the ocean: unpredictable, deep, clever, and at times monstrous. Taking in a breath of the salted air, he sighed, a memory of something he saw the first time he came to Port Royal came into his mind.

"How about 3 shillings and we forget the name?" Jack said to the dock manager. The little slave boy raised his eyebrows, he looked at him as if he had heard of him or seen him before. The boat manager thought of a minute, then closed his book with the money inside it and said, "Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith!" and walked away with the slave boy. Grinning Jack grabbed a small bag with money in it, shook it near his ear and pocketed it. He couldn't get that boy out of his head; he almost looks familiar, like someone he met before. Jack just shrugged it off and continued walking.

(Skipping ahead)
Jack woke up. He was in a jail cell! Great! 'It must have been that eunuch.' He thought. He watched the 6 men in the cell next to him try to get the dog who was holding the keys to come near them. They were luring him with a bone, probably a bone from the skeleton of a human in their cell. Jack leaned against the cell wall with his hat over his head and said, "If you keep doing that, the dog is never going to move." One of them turned around and replied, "Well excuse me if I don't want my head in the gallows yet!" and continued persuading the dog. Jack smirked and rested his head against the wall again. Small footsteps were heard coming down the stairs and there stood the little slave boy Jack saw earlier that day. He ran over to the bars of Jack's cell and whispered, "Sir, may I ask a question of you?" Jack took his hat off, sat up and slightly nodded.

"Are you Jack Sparrow?" Jack looked at the boy, how could he have known of him, normally slaves aren't suppose to know anything but how to speak!

"Aye, and may I inquire on who you are?" The boy's eyes lit up and said in a voice just above a whisper, "Zenni Waltz." Jack's eyes slightly widened as he relised—

"Jack? What are you doing up this late?" Jack was awakened from the depths of his thoughts by Anika. She was slightly shaking and her eyes were red her face pale. Jack noticed this right away.

"Luv, what's wrong with you?" Anika shrugged it off like it was natural to her, "Nothing, I just have a bit of a cold but it should go away soon. You avoided my question, what are you doing up here?"

"Just… Sailing…."