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A/N: Just to talk about a few comments made by my reviewers. I am trying to see if I could somehow fit a drunken Will in the sequel, but I don't know yet. I have a lot of work to do, seeing that the movie isn't out on DVD yet. I will, however, try to finish up this story so I can work on the sequel and work on a story requested by my dear friend and fellow writer, Robin Sparrow. She has been asking bout it, so while I wait for the next five reviews, I'll work on Robin and Sparrow as requested. Another note, for people who do not like my story. If you do not like it, DO NOT review! My cool reviewers, if you want, please, tell me how you feel about our lovely flamer, Dacen Jace and read his flame if you want to get a good laugh. I have been approved to write the next school play, or at least try, so it might be awhile before I get the sequel up and running.

Chapter 6

"Feast your eyes on 'em, Captain! All faithful hand before the mast! Every man worth his salt and crazy t' boot!" Gibbs looked excited. A bunch of men were lined up on the dock. Jack walked down the line with Sam at his side and Will trailing behind them, looking over each man. Most of them seemed like normal men and sailors down on their luck. Others had some strange qualities that made Will skeptical they were sane.

"So…this is your able-bodied crew?" Will asked as he eyed a short man in the line. Jack kept walking, inspecting each one. He stared at each one with eyes showing no emotion. Sam sighed, wondering what Jack was looking for in this line of men. Jack stopped in front of a man with a bright blue colored parrot on his shoulder. Jack looked him up and down.

"You, Sailor!" Jack watched the man waiting for a response.

"Cotton, Sir." Gibbs answered for him, standing on the other side of Jack.

"Mr. Cotton do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in face of danger in almost sudden death?" Jack waited for any type of response from the man. Cotton said nothing. "Mr. Cotton, answer me!"

"Uh…he's a mute sir. Poor devil had his tongue cut out. So, we trained the parrot to talk for him...wish we could figure how…" Sam nodded at Mr. Gibbs understand why he didn't answer. The man opened his mouth, revealing a stub of a tongue. Jack cringed, and made it seem like he was hiding his tongue back in his mouth. Jack turned and took a step to the side.

"Mr. Cotton's…parrot. Same question." The parrot looked up at him and scratched his head with his foot.

"Wind in the sails, wind in the sails." The parrot replied in his squeaky parrot voice. Sam snickered as Will raised an eyebrow, staring at the parrot.

"Mostly, we figure that means yes." Gibbs glanced at Jack and then at the parrot. Jack nodded.

"Course it does." Jack replied, turning away from the parrot and towards Will, still not changing the look in his eyes. "Satisfied?"

Sam nodded. "Well, you proved they're mad." Sam sighed at Will's response.

"And what's the benefit for us?" One man spoke up. Sam raised an eyebrow, wondering where she had heard that voice before. Jack raised an eyebrow as well and walked down the row of men trying to figure out who it was. His eyes fell on one man that had his face covered with the front of his large black hat. Jack walked over to him. Sam eyed the man, wondering why he looked so familiar.

Jack slowly pulled the hat up and off the man's head. He was a she. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders. Jack smirked. "Anamaria."

Wack! Anamaria slapped him. Sam giggled and walked closer. She kissed cheeks with Anamaria and smiled. Anamaria recognized her and smiled back. Jack's head went sideways. Will leaned down to Jack. "I suppose you don't deserve that one either."

"No, that one he deserved." Anamaria nodded at Sam's comment.

"You STOLE my boat!" She shouted. Sam smirked. Yes, she had been there when that happened.

"Actually-"Wack! Jack got slapped again before he could finish. Jack's mouth formed an 'O'. "Borrowed. I borrowed. I borrowed without permission, but with every intention of bringing it back."

"BUT YOU DIDN'T!" Anamaria was face to face with Jack. Jack looked a little scared and then smirked.

"You'll get another one." Anamaria pointed her finger at him, looking like she was about to give him a talking to.

"I will." Sam nodded at this and went by Anamaria's side looking at Jack, smirking.

"A better one." Will interjected. Sam looked at Anamaria and nodded.

Jack nodded. "A better one!" Sam smiled.

"That one." Will pointed at the Interceptor. Sam nodded. Jack looked confused.

"What one?" Jack looked over at the Interceptor. Will nodded. Sam giggled, enjoying this. The line of men looked at the boat and then at Anamaria. "THAT one?"

Sam got in front of Jack. "Aye, Ana. THAT one. What say you?"

Anamaria thought about for a second. "AYE!" Anamaria and crew shouted. Anamaria grabbed her hat from Jack and put it on her head. Sam smiled and followed Anamaria slapping her on the back.

"Nice to see you again, mate." Sam smiled at Anamaria and followed her on board.

"No, no, no, no, no. Tis frightful bad luck to bring women aboard." Gibbs frowned. Jack sighed and slapped him on the back.

"Ye see, Gibbs…It would be a mistake not to bring them aboard. It would far worse not to. And besides we can't leave your 'daughter' behind. She'd have your goods and mine for trophies." Jack walked off, following the crew.

Gibbs looked up and Will looked up at the sky, seeing Gibbs do so. "There's a storm on its way. We better cast off." Will nodded, and they both went to the ship.

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Sam led Anamaria below the deck into an unmarked room. This was Sam's cabin. Two hammocks hung from the ceiling, a dresser was nailed to the floor of the ship, and a coat rack laid in a corner of the room. Sam smiled. "What do you think, mate?"

"It's nice…Better then sleeping with the men." Sam smiled and sat on her hammock. Anamaria sat on the other one and looked at Sam. "How?"

"How what?" Sam laid back in her hammock.

"How did you two manage this?" Anamaria held up her arms, motioning to the ship. Sam simply shrugged and giggled.

"He's 'Captain Jack Sparrow, luv.'" Anamaria smirked at Sam's imitation of Jack. Sam smiled and shrugged. "It happens when you spend almost all moments of your life around him."

Anamaria giggled. "Is it really? Or is that just what happens when you leave finishing school?" Sam rolled her eyes and crinkled her nose in disgust.

"I can't believe that I went there. And I can't believe you worked there with your mom. That was place was just plan torture. I mean, corsets? Why torture ourselves more when we already have to sit up straight, sip our tea quietly and starve ourselves every meal? It makes no sense." Anamaria shrugged and smiled, imitating Sam. Sam smirked.

"I missed you after you left. You were the only rich girl there that actually thought slaves were people too…You talked to me like a real person and didn't talk down to me." Sam put her hand on Anamaria's shoulder, remembering finishing school and all Anamaria had went through.

"After you finishing cleaning the floor, you can finish making the evening meal, and if you are lucky, I won't have a switch to you! Now get working!" Mrs. Sanderson yelled at the small dark skinned girl on the floor. The girl looked like she was about to cry, but would not let a tear shed. The woman walked away angrily. A young girl, a bit taller than the girl sitting on the floor crawled over to her.

"Ana…Don't worry about her. She is just an old, unloved witch." The girl patted Ana's back as she let a tear shed.

"Sam…it isn't fair. Why does she treat us like this? My mom and I have done nothing but obedient to that woman." Sam bit her lip.

"Don't give up, Ana. One day, you and I will have freedom. We won't let anyone push us down. We'll get on a boat and we'll find freedom." Ana looked at Sam with her head sideways.

"Like pirates?" Now Sam tilted her head to the side.

"What are pirates?" Ana snickered, and looked up at Sam.

"Pirates…they're like…men who live on ships." Sam still looked confused.

"So my father is like a pirate?" Ana sighed.

"No. You dad shows people who are pirates. Pirates are men who get on ships, take treasure from mean, rich people and gets to drink rum!" Sam smiled for a second, but then went back to a confused look.

"Rum?" Ana sighed.

"I'll explain it some other time, luv…"

Sam smiled. "We should get back on deck, Ana." Anamaria nodded and followed her out of the cabin.

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Thunder roared and the large waves tossed the ship back and forth. It poured and poured like no tomorrow. Sam held on the ropes as she pulled them, trying to keep things in place. Anamaria was right beside her, also pulling ropes. Sam over at Jack who was steering the wheel. He had a captain-y look on his face, as if he was staring down the storm and the compass in his hand. The short man that had been in line clung to a rope as he swung to the other side of the ship.

Sam swung herself to the mast, managing to get herself up the stairs. "I don't think she can take much more, Cap'n!" She yelled as she pulled herself up on the deck.

"She can do it, luv!" Jack still had that look in his eye as he glanced at the compass and then at the ocean again. He spun the wheel, making the ship groan and then turn.

"Jack this is madness! We shouldn't go on till the storm is over!" Sam held on for dear life, watching Jack.

"Yes we should!" Sam gave a confused look, and shook her head, trying to get some o the water out of her black hair.

"Why?" she shouted.

"We're catching up!" Jack smirked.

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The storm had finally quieted down. There were in the Isla de Muerta territory. Most of the crew had stopped what they were doing and just glanced over the side of the ship in awe at how many sunken ships were in the water. Sam shuddered, remembering the last time she was her. She didn't want to remember it.

"Dead…men…tell…no…tales…" The Cotton's parrot squawked from his spot at the front of the ship. Sam stood by her 'father's' side, looking out at the familiar sight.

"Puts a chill in the bones of how many honest sailors were claimed by this passage." Gibbs said. Sam nodded, knowing what he spoke of. She had seen it for herself. The ship groaned as they passed over a ruined ship.

Sam looked over at Jack and giggled as he glanced at Cotton and then at his compass. Cotton was giving he an emotionless looking…or maybe it was a curious look…Sam looked back to see Gibbs walking over to the ropes to adjust the sails. Sam followed him as Will approached Gibbs.

"How is it that Jack came by that compass?" Gibbs looked up at Will, then at Sam who nodded. It was going to be story time soon.

"Not a lot is known about Jack Sparrow before he showed up in Tortuga with a mind to go after the treasure of the Isla de Muerta. That was before I met him, back when he was captain of the Black Pearl." Gibbs adjusted the sails. Sam stood by the side listening to the conversation.

"What?" Will glanced at Jack, and then back at Gibbs. "He failed to mention that."

"At least he's close to the vessel now. A hard learned lesson it was." Gibbs pulled a pail under him and sat down. Will pulled a barrel up and watched Gibbs. Sam smiled. Story time! "See three days out on the venture, the first mate says everything's an equal share and that should mean the treasure of the location too. So, Jack gives up the bearings. That night, there was a mutiny. They marooned Jack on an island and left him to die. But not before he'd gone mad with the heat."

"Ah….So that's the reason for all the…" Will held up his arms and did a pretty bad imitation of Jack. Sam giggled.

"Reason's got nothing to do with it." Gibbs turned to Sam and motioned for her to sit down. She pulled up another barrel and sat. "Now Will, when a pirate's marooned, he's given a pistol with a single shot. One shot. It won't do much good for hunting before being rescued, but after three weeks and a starving belly and thirst that pistol started to look mighty friendly…but Jack…he escaped the island and he still has that same shot, but he won't use that shot on not but one man…His mutinous first mate."

"Barbossa." Sam nodded solemnly.

"Aye." Gibbs replied.

"How did Jack get off the island?" Gibbs glanced at Sam, asking her how. Sam nodded.

"I believe I can answer that question. Well, ye see Will… he waded out into the shallows and waited for threes days and nights, till all mammals and sea critters came to his presence, and on the fourth morning, he roped himself a couple a sea turtles, lashed 'em together and made a raft." Sam smiled.

"He roped a couple of sea turtles?" Sam nodded.

"Aye, sea turtles." Gibbs said, taking over the story.

"What did he use for rope?" Gibbs opened his mouth to reply, but then thought about for a moment and glanced at Sam. Sam shrugged. Gibbs suddenly looked up. Sam and Will looked up to see Jack Sparrow staring down at them.

"Human hair. From my back." Gibbs and Sam nodded, smiling slightly. Jack looked over at some crew men. "Let down the anchor!"

"Aye!" The four men shouted and rushed off to let down the anchor. Jack watched them, and then turned to Gibbs and Sam.

"Young Mr. Turner and I are to go ashore." Jack walked off. Sam frowned, and looked over at Gibbs who simply shrugged.

"Jack! Don't you dare do this to me!" She yelled. "I deserve to go along just as much as you do!" Jack turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"Pardon, Miss Bryne?" Sam frowned at him and crossed her arms. "Let me see if I am correct. You want to go to shore?"

"Cut the bull shit, Jack. You know I want to. Now let me come ashore." Jack frowned.

"Look mate, you may think you can come and go as you please, but I am captain here, so I have the authority to say who comes and goes. And you, luv, you are staying here." Sam punched him in the shoulder, frowning again.

"YOU'RE NOT TWELVE ANYMORE! I'M NOT A LITTLE GIRLIE GIRL! I AM A PIRATE, JACK! LET ME COME ASHORE!" Jack looked serious at this, but Sam could tell he was scared she might actually hurt him. Sam stared him down. Finally after a few moments, Jack nodded. Sam smirked.

Gibbs hurried up to Jack. "What if the worst should happen, Cap'n?"

Jack acted as nothing had happened and continued acting captain-y. "Keep to the code."

"Aye, the code." Gibbs walked off, following Jack.