I turned in shock to see the most amazing thing. Jack, standing there, looking at me. "But how?" I gasped.

"How? Remember my dear cuttlefish, I am, Captain Jack Sparrow!"

"that you are!" I said, as I flung my arms around hi meeting his lips with my own.

He was obviously surprised by by my reaction. But he smiled as he pulled me back into another. The rough tickle of his mustache against my lip was more than I ever dreamed. But then, when he brushed against my arm, a searing pain shot through it. I suddenly remembered my arm, still red from the branding. Looking at it again I saw the crude brand, sticking out on my pale arm. I knew I that I was sentenced for life, never to be trusted in society. But I didn't care, I had my captain and the pearl, and I couldn't ask for anything more. Jack looked at it saying, "I know how it feels." He pulled back his own sleeve to reveal the same brand. "Well I guess it just proves who we are," I said.

"and what is that?"

"Bloody pirates!"

"I couldn't agree more."

We looked out over the sea, our watery domain.

"So captain? Are we off to sail the seas?"

"Aye! hoist the colors! There are ships to plunder!"