Yay! Another chapter! Awesome! I am already thinking about a sequel! Tell me what you think! I already have some awesome ideas!

A/N: I have a few quick questions and comments to answer. As far as Jack getting a sweet heart...you'll have to wait until the sequel if it happens…yes, I will give more history about Sam and of course some other characters. And there will be a bit more on Sam's past in the future chapters. Trust me, I know because I already planned it out.

Chapter 5

Sam watched as Commodore Norrington balanced the tray, placing it on his desk slowly. Sam giggled at the thought of him somehow managing to get tea in his white wig, making him have to take it off. "Commodore…You need some help?"

"No, Sam it is all right." Sam smirked hearing he actually listened to her. Finally, a pompous wig wearing Commodore who actually listened! Sam smiled at him, and slipped behind his desk. Norrington looked over the tray and shook his head.

"I forgot the sugar, Sam. I will go get it." Sam watched him as he left the room and smiled. Now was the time to act. Sam sat up and opened the top of the tea pot. She pulled the bag out from under her shirt. She opened the bag quickly and poured all the contents of the bag into the tea. The tea bubbled for a moment, soon turning flat again.

Sam smirked and sat back down in her chair, looking innocent. Norrington soon came back in, holding a metal container. Sam smiled, looking innocent. Norrington smiled back, sitting down and placing the metal container on the tray. The Commodore handed Sam a cup, and poured both her and himself a cup of tea. Norrington took a long sip of the tea. "Um…Commodore…"

"Yes, Sam?" Sam smiled, and blushed slightly. She was attracted to this man, but not enough to make her blush. She really just wanted to waste time, and make sure the powder kicked in well enough.

"It seems a bit awkward with me calling you Commodore, and that you're calling me Sam. Do you think I could call you by your first name, by any chance?" Sam smiled innocently and watched the Commodore fiddle with his tea cup as he thought.

"I suppose that would be all right…only in private, of course." Norrington put his tea cup down back on the tray. "It suppose it would be all right if you called me James."

"James…" Sam smiled, letting it sink in. "I like it."

"I'm glad you do…" James watched her, studying her, taking in every detail about her. Her smile, her dimples, her raven black hair…all of it. She was different…and unless Elizabeth was going to be back soon, which he highly doubted…he might have a chance with the lady pirate. Sam smiled at him, wondering what was going on in his head as she put her tea on the table beside the chair she was sitting in.

Sam laid her head on the arm of the chair, and moved to lay down in the chair. James gave her a peculiar look, and moved his head to the side, looking at her. Sam giggled and looked up at him. James returned the smile and moved more toward her. Sam reached out to him and touched his face. James leaned down and touched her's. Both of them stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. James slowly leaned in, but then suddenly fell on top of Sam. His eyes were closed and he was snoring softly. Sam sighed. "You really know how to ruin a moment, don't you James?"

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Sam slowly slipped under the dock, tramping in the tide that was starting to rise. Sam slipped into a long boat and pushed it into the ocean. She slowly rowed away to the side of the island. Thankfully, Port Royale was not so large, so she would be able to get around the side of it in little time. Sam still paddled, soon quickening her strokes. She relaxed, not hearing any gunshots or cries for help. No one must have realized that their Commodore had been drugged and now asleep in his office, hanging half off one of the armchairs in there.

Sam smiled to herself. They were heading back to Tortuga. Tortuga wasn't her favorite place, but it was one hell of a place to get a decent drink. Sam continued on around Port Royale, and stopped seeing a ship in front of her. It was still twilight, and she could see the name 'Interceptor' carved on the side of the boat. Sam grabbed the anchor's rope, shimming her way up the side of the ship, she had gotten on to the deck. Sam looked around. No one was on the deck. They must be below. Jack was probably getting himself a drink. And Will…well, she wasn't sure what he might be doing.

Sam walked over to the hall door and came in. Sam smiled seeing a dagger stuck in the door of the Captain's Quarters. She pulled the paper from the dagger, and pulled the dagger from the door, slipping it into her pocket. She opened the note and read it.

Sammie:

I said I'd wait for you! We're heading for Tortuga next, like I told you. Will is probably asleep in the crow's nest. I put him up there after having one of my world famous 'talking-to's'. It was quite interesting to see someone of his age hanging over the ocean, scared and afraid of me dropping him into the water. He can't read bluffs from what I see. You would have gotten a kick out of that. So, anyways, you know the way to Tortuga. The map is made, coordinates are plotted, and waiting for you on the wheel. I'll see ye in the morning.

Love,

Captain Jack Sparrow

Sam giggled. He never forgot the Captain. He always signed with the 'Captain'. Well, that was Jack for ya. Sam slipped the letter in her pocket and headed up to the deck. She walked over to the anchor and slowly turned the crank for it, bringing the anchor up. She soon finished and headed over to the wheel.

She smiled, looking at the finely carved wood. She rubbed her hands over it, feeling no splinters. She smiled at the light breeze, and the sound of the waves against the hull of the ship.

Sam pulled out her dagger from her pocket and held it in her hand as she pulled out the map that was rolled up, and stuck in the wheel. She held the map in one hand as she stabbed it into the wooden box in front of her. She glanced at the map, and then pulled her compass from her coat. She glanced at the stars and matched them up with her compass, and adjusted the wheel to hit its setting. The Interceptor glided smoothly along the waves, moving easily with Sam's steering.

Sam relaxed and looked out into the sky. It was finally almost completely dark, the stars were out and the moon was bright. The sun so far out into the distance. Sam breathed in the fresh air, and closed her eyes, listening to the sounds. Suddenly, something grabbed her from behind.

Sam let out a scream, which was quickly muffled by something covering her mouth. Sam let out another scream. "Shhh!" The person hissed. "It's just me."

Sam turned around to face the person. "Jack?" Sam slapped him, and glared at him. Jack rubbed his cheek.

"I may have deserved that." Jack shook it off, and smirked at Sam. Sam sighed, and smiled back, shaking her head.

"What are you doing sneaking up on me at night? Ye scared the daylights out of me!" Jack smirked and nodded. Sam sighed. "What are ye doing out here, really, Jack?"

"Checking to make sure you got here." Sam slapped him on the back.

"Jack, I love ye and all…but please…No more sneaking up on me…"

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"Jack! Look! There it is!" Sam smirked and looked out at the bright island. "Tortuga off starboard bow!"

Jack rushed out to the side of the ship, looking out. His eyes sparkled. Sam watched Jack as he looked out. Will climbed down from the crow's nest to see. Though his father was once a pirate, he had never seen a pirate heaven. He did seem excited, but she was sure he wasn't going to be so thrilled once they reached land, if he was the valiant one the so claimed to be.

Sam turned the wheel, and at an excellent speed, they docked into the bay. Sam bumped into the wheel as the Interceptor gave the dock a little bump. Sam climbed over the railing and landed on the dock, on her feet. Jack looked at her with a strange look. She was normally never this excited to see Tortuga. "What? I need the exercise!"

Jack shook his head and followed Will off of the ship. Sam smiled and followed behind him. Jack smirked, looking around. "It is a sad life for those who have not smelled the sweet bouquet that is Tortuga." Jack grabbed a cane from a drunk man running by, and started to walk with it.

Will gave a look of disgust. Guns fired all over. Drunk men and women ran the street, chasing after each other. Fights were erupting in the streets. Wagons ran wild from the horses dragging them. The governor of Tortuga was being dipped into a wheel every few seconds, but for what reason, Sam was not sure. Jack smirked, just looking around. "What do you think, mate?"

"It'll linger." Will replied distastefully. Sam smirked and slapped Will on the back.

"You have no idea, luv." Sam smirked and walked up to Jack, on the other side of him.

"I say mate, if every port were like Tortuga, no man would feel unwanted." A woman with red hair walked up to Jack. Sam smiled. It was Scarlett! "Scarlett!"

With a one slap, from her, Jack jumped back. Sam smirked. "'Ello luv. Missed you." Sam kissed cheeks with the whore, and the whore flaunted off. (A/N: No, Sam is not a lesbian. She just happens to be friends with the women in this story. The cheek kissing this is a Cuban/ Spanish tradition, and a greeting of close friends and/or relatives. How do I know this? Trust me, luvs, I know.) Sam giggled, looking at Jack, who was rubbing his sore cheek.

"Not sure I deserved that." Sam sighed and shook her head.

"Actually mate, you did deserve that one. Trust me." Jack shrugged. This time a blonde approached Jack as he turned around. It was Giselle!

"Giselle!" Jack smirked. Sam rolled her eyes, knowing he was going to get it again.

"Who was she?" Giselle asked, motioning to Scarlett. Jack looked confused for a second.

"What?" Before the words could come out of his mouth, Giselle slapped him. Sam giggled, and walked over the whore.

"'Ello luv. Nice to see you." Sam kissed cheeks with this whore as well, and this whore as well flaunted off. Sam smirked once more at Jack rubbing his sore cheek.

"Now, I may have deserved that one." Sam rolled her eyes and jack stood up normally.

"Finally you admit it." Will looked around nervously, waiting for some strange woman to come slap him. Sam sighed.

"How many more women are in this town, that hate you, Jack?" Jack just shrugged.

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Jack threw water on the man in the pig pen. Sam recognized him almost immediately. It was Joshamee Gibbs, Jack's friend who used to be with the British Navy. Sam smiled and watched as he started to wake up. Will stood by Sam with a confused look on his face. "Curse you for breathing, you slack jawed idiot!"

Gibbs raised his pistol, waiting to fire. Jack leaned on the fence looking at him. He smiled, seeing Gibbs recognized him. He then looked at Sam, recognizing her immediately. Sam smiled. "Mother's love! Jack! Sam! You two should know better than to wake a man when he's sleeping. It's bad luck!"

"Ah…but see, fortunately, I know how to counter it." Jack leaned down to Gibbs' level. "The man that did the waking was the man who was sleeping a drink, the man who was sleeping drinks was listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking." Jack gave him the 'savvy' look. Gibbs smiled.

"Aye, that will about do it." Jack helped the old man, but not too old man up. Will threw the water from the barrel in his hand onto him. Gibbs jumped back when the cold water hit him.

"Blast! Damn it, I'm already awake!" Gibbs yelled. Will shrugged and looked at Jack.

"It was for the smell." Jack looked at Will, and then at Gibbs and shrugged. Sam just giggled quietly.

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Will stood by the door. Jack walked by with three mugs of rum in his hands. Jack raised an eyebrow and looked around. "Keep a sharp eye." Jack turned to Sam on the other side of the door and handed her a rum. "Keep a sharp eye…on the boy." Sam nodded and drank her rum gratefully. Will watched Sam drink her rum for a moment.

"You want a taste, William?" Will shook his head. Sam sighed and shrugged. "More for me then."

Will looked around, watching the bar fight that was going on. Sam sighed, finishing her rum. She left it on the table and waited for the bar man to fill it. Will glanced back at Sam, watching her drink down another pint. "Yer sure you don't want some, mate?"

"I'm sure." Will still sat there. A large drunk woman came over to Will and picked him up, giggling largely. Will looked disgusted and pulled at his arm, trying to get away. Sam sighed, and walked up the large woman. Sam held her hand up and slapped her hard, so she let go of Will. The woman looked surprised at Sam. Sam frowned.

"Ay! Get your own!" Sam grabbed Will, and latched her arm with his. "This isn't a sampling farm, luv! Go back to your gentleman buyer, or I'll wack you again!"

Will looked scared at Sam, seeing the large woman back off and leave with her buyer. Sam let go of Will and put him back on his seat. Sam sat back in her place, and looked in on Jack and Gibbs who seemed to be almost finished. "This doesn't mean I fancy ye or something mate."

Will acted like he didn't hear it. Sam watched him. "It was either I slapped her or she crushed you, trying to get you in bed." Will looked scared at that. Sam laughed, and downed her rum. Jack came out of the back room with Gibbs following behind him.

"Hello, luv. You remember Gibbs, aye?" Sam smiled and hugged the man. Of course she remembered him. He was the like the father she always wanted. He had taken her in after she left her family. He treated her like the daughter he had always wanted, buying her things, feeding her and what not. He didn't bring her up to be a proper lady, but a pirate was close enough. Sam patted him on the back.

"Good to see you…Father." Sam giggled as Gibbs blushed slightly.

"Nice to see you too…Daughter. Look at ya. I haven't seen you since…oh, ten years ago. Look at all the trouble yer in. Hanging around with Jack Sparrow. Looking for treasure. Commandeering ships." Sam smiled and nodded. "Tha's my girl."

Sam motioned for Gibbs, Jack and Will to sit with her at the table. They sat quickly. Sam smirked. "Mates, I think we should introduce young Mr. Turner here the fine art of drinking."

"You do, aye?" Jack smirked back and grabbed four drinks from the bar man's serving plate, placing them on the table. Will watched at the three drank their rum quickly. Sam sighed watching he just fiddle with the mug.

"Oy. Will, just have one and I won't make you drink no more. Promise." Sam smiled trying to look convincing. "And I promise I'll pay for it."

Will nodded seeing her look was sincere and drank some of the rum, quickly sputtering and spitting some back into the glass. Sam laughed, and smiled. "Slowly, mate. It won't burn if you take it slower." Will nodded and tried again, drinking it down slowly.

Jack smiled and watched. As did Gibbs who looked quite amused. Will finished, and put his mug down. "Sam? Can I have another one?"

Sam smiled knowingly. "You really want another, William?"

Will nodded. "I do."

"Yer sure?" Sam smiled at Jack and Gibbs. The smiled back, knowing what she was doing. "Once you get another one, there's no turning back."

"I don't mind." Will smiled and took the pint that the bar man had quickly refilled, and drank it down. Sam smiled and winked at Jack. This was going to be interesting.

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"Woah! Wow! Amazing!" Sam snickered at Will. He had been listening to Jack's stories, drinking rum and obsessed with staring at the ceiling for some odd reason. Jack smirked.

"See luv, at least someone appreciates my stories." Jack patted Will on the back. Sam scoffed, and snickered. This was too funny.

"Aye. Will, tell me again. What is leverage?" Sam snickered and watched Will who had a thoughtful look on his face.

"Leverage…is a pretty little bird sitting in a tree." Sam burst out laughing. Gibbs sprayed his rum on Jack and laughed as well. Jack didn't seem to pleased to be covered Gibbs' rum, but laughed anyway. Will looked pleased with himself, and this his eyes widened as he looked at the ceiling. "Look there's the bird again!"

This made everyone laugh louder. "Is it a purple bird with red eyes, Will?" Sam asked watching him stare at the ceiling.

"You see it too then?" Sam howled with laughter. Finally after catching their breath, they figured it was time to head in. Sam walked over to the counter and put some coins down. Jack looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Luv, let me pay for it." Sam sighed and shook her head, placing her hand on the coins as she slide them to the bar man behind the counter. Jack frowned. "You have to let me pay sometimes, luv. I wouldn't be a friend if I didn't pay sometimes."

"Jack, I can handle it." Sam followed him over to Gibbs. Gibbs had Will over his shoulder. Will had passed out while Sam was paying. Sam sighed and patted Will's head, smiling slightly. "We always lose more new ones that way."

"Amen to that, luv." Jack put his arm around Sam's shoulder. Sam sighed.

"Off, Jack. No touchy." Jack pulled his arm off, and the two followed Gibbs to a small cottage right beside the Faithful Bride. Sam smiled, remembering this place. This was the her old vacation home, which now was probably her adopted father's place of residence.

"I remember this shit hole." Sam walked in, soon to be followed bay Jack. A hammock hung from the ceiling right beside a bed. There was also a small sofa, a large rum barrel and a curtain that gave a person privacy to use a chamber pot in a small room. Sam looked around. "Home, Sweet, Home, aye Gibbs?"

"Aye, lass." Gibbs looked around trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements and then moved somethings around. "Anyone want the floor?"

"There will be no need for that, mate. Put Master Turner in his humble sleeping arrangement of a hammock. You can take the bed, Gibbs. Sam and I will share thee sofa." Jack smirked at Sam and winked. Sam rolled her eyes.

"If its entertainment you be wanting, Jack, I could always call back Mr. Turner's large lady admirer for you." Sam snickered. Gibbs snickered softly as he put Will in the hammock. Jack shook his head vigorously. "That's what I thought."

Sam climbed onto the sofa, on one end. Jack climbed onto the other end. Jack pulled the blanket laying on the sofa on top of them both. Sam smiled at Jack. "G'night Jack."

"Good night, luv."