Boy had it been a long day. Captain Heffner walked into his cabin and pulled off his hat, throwing it to the side.

"Oh dear..." he whispered loudly, settling himself down into his chair, leaning his head back. "I'm gettin' too old for this."

"So am I," I said and stood from behind the chair, holding a dagger to the Captain's throat. I smiled as I earned a frightened squeak from Heffner. His breathing began to increase in speed.

"Please, Miss... I mean you no harm, the gold is in the safe... the code is six-"

"I don't want your money and I don't want to kill you." I cut him off tiredly, "I just need you to take me to my destination and you to cooperate. This ship is headed East is it not?"

"Y-yes, Miss."

"Alright then," I said, "I want you to take me to Tortuga. It's on the way to wherever you're going I'm sure. No one need know I'm here." I pulled the dagger from his neck and stood up to my full height, as he stood up to his. "I don't want to fight you." I said, "I just need to get to Tortuga."

"I know you..." Heffner said, pointing a stubby finger at me, "You're Christina Ricci! That opera singer that ran away! Right 'fore we cast off, everyone was looking for her!" I said nothing but kept my face emotionless.

"Do we have an understanding as to what is going to happen here?" I asked, pointing my dagger at him again.

The Captain nodded feverishly.

"Good..." I liked the new Christina.

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"Captain "

"What?" Jack snapped, though with a smile on his face.

"We should be arriving at Port Royal within a day or so." Jack looked over at Glenn, his second mate, Gibbs standing beside him.

"I hope she'll still have me," Jack said, more to himself than to them.

"She loves you, Captain." Glenn said, smiling, "She'll have you."

Night had fallen and Jack Sparrow had not moved.

"Captain," Gibbs said, his gruff voice pulling Jack from his thoughts, "Who'll be taking the first watch?" Jack shook his head.

"I will," he replied, "I can't sleep anyways." Gibbs nodded slowly.

"Aye Captain." He said and walked away, limping slightly as he drank from his canteen.

Jack was left alone.

The Captain of the Black Pearl leaned against the back of the helm, sitting down. He slowly let himself fall into the past...

He could see William Turner coming through the sand toward him, yet there was another figure walking next to him. Jack had quickly gotten out of the rowboat and walked toward the figures. He knew that one of them was a woman, hiding under a cloak, her long, spiral curled hair falling around her face that he could not see. He saw that her and Will's hands were linked.

"Hello, Jack."

"Why William," Jack had said, "I thought that you would be content with only Elizabeth." The girl's head snapped up and her face turned a deep shade of red. He smiled at her, a smile that he knew was crooked. She looked down again and William pushed her forward a bit.

"Jack, this is Christina Ricci." He said, "She needs your help." Jack looked at this girl... and then down at her feet... there was a bag there. Jack sighed, shaking his head.

"Hello, luv," he had said, "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." The girl held out her hand boldly and he smiled.

"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sparrow." She had said bravely, politely, and quietly. Her grip was firm yet it felt crushed beneath his. As they were shaking hands, Jack ran his eyes up and down her body. She was thin though full in the areas she should. She did not look very strong... He looked at William.

"May I have a private word with you, William?" he had asked. There was no way he was going to let this woman onto his ship... at least without a fight.

It was the moment that Christina Ricci gave up her act as if she were not listening to them and begged... yet with pride, that Jack began loving her, he thought. She was desperate, and was willing to abandon everything for someone, something that Jack had never felt. He looked upon her with a sense of sympathy for a moment, yet it was gone as quick as it came.

Now he had to go get her back.

Jack opened his eyes, letting himself return to the present, standing up and rubbing his eyes... there was something wrong. He held the wheel and turned, looking to his left... nothing... he then turned to his right and up at the moon, masked upon a sail? With wide eyes he realized...

"Board!" a voice rang out and suddenly many men were swinging onto his deck.

"Get off my ship!" he shouted and turned his head to the crew's quarters. "ALL HANDS ON DECK!" He screamed. There was a sudden scramble and through the fight, which he could not describe to anyone for he was too surprised that he had not heard them, he felt a touch of cold metal on his temple.

"Dont move." A cold voice said. Jack froze for a moment.

The man pulled the trigger...
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