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I've been sleeping with the enemy.

Anamaria! Good to see you! *ducks slap* Ye don;t mean Barbossa, surely?

Jack Sparrow. *waits and then hits him when she's able* You still owe me a ship. No. I do not mean Barbossa. Think more uniformed.

Dammit! *Rubs cheek* I gave ye a ship, I'm sure I did, it's all a bit...hazy.

Not Norrington?!

No. You promised me the Interceptor and then it was destroyed. I sailed with you on the Pearl a while and then I left by my lonesome.

...Less uniformed. Same concept though.

I know ye did, I never did understand why. You're a good one to have on crew, Anamaria. Er...I'll work on the hsip thing, how's that?

Not Gillette, surely?

Prefer bein' a woman in charge o'meself rather than takin' orders from anyone. Though I promise I'd rather take orders from you than anyone else. *grins* Promise?

Close. Same rank.

Makes sense, and that's just something ye'd say and do, mate. Good for ye, though I do miss havin' ye on me crew. And aye, I do promise. The British Navy has some fine looking ships...hmm...

Groves? Me last guess. Please, not Groves. Better'n Gillette, though.

I'm sure you get by, Jack. Careful now, wouldn't want to upset the British Navy any more than you already have.

Aye. Groves. Know 'em?

Heh, I get by, mate. Thanks fer the warning, though.

Aye, I know 'im. How'd you come to...know him, like?

S'my duty. Keep my brethren safe from the noose.

He apparently disapproved in my trying to commandeer one of his fancy ships, spent a few hours in a cell, was due to be hung at dawn. Escaped, he caught me, allowed me to leave and we'd been in contact ever since.

Aye, tis the duty of all pirates. eh?

I see...Well, I can't say I approve of your man--though ye certainly don't need me approval--but it was good of him to help spring ye from the gallows. Maybe he's not as bad as I thought...

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