~~"What was that?" Will asks me as we walk the gangplank down to the dock.
"What was what?" I ask beating around the bush.
"Your conversation with Jack. What was it about?" he asks.
"I'll tell you later," I say when we get to the others.
"Feast your eyes Captain. All of them faithful hands before the mast. Every man worth his salt. Sounds crazy in a boot," Mr. Gibbs says about the men lined up in front of us.
"So this is your able bodied crew?" Will asks Jack.
Jack walks down the line and stops at a man with a parrot on his shoulder.
"You sailor," Jack says to him.
"Cotton sir," Gibbs says.
"Mr Cotton, do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and or sudden death?" Jack asks, "Mr Cotton! Answer me."
"He's a mute sir. He had his tongue cut out. So he trained the parrot to talk for him. Although no one can figure how," Gibbs explains. Cotton opens his mouth to show where his tongue used to be.
"Mr Cottons... parrot. Same question," Jack says.
The parrot squeaks and says, "Men at the sail. Men at the sail."
"Mostly we figure that means yes," Gibbs says.
"Course it does," I mumble.
"Satisfied?" Jack asks Will.
"Well you've proved they're mad," Will replies. I roll my eyes.
"And what's the benefit for us?" a woman's voice sounds from the end of the line.
Jack takes the hat off of her to reveal her long hair and he says with a sly smirk, "Annamaria."
She slaps him hard across the face.
"I suppose you didn't deserve that one either," Will says referring to last night with Scarlett and Giselle.
"No, that one I deserved," Jack mumbles in reply. I smirk.
"You stole my boat," Annamaria says.
"Actually," Jack starts. Earning another slap across the face. By now I have to keep myself from laughing.
"Borrowed. Borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing it back to you," Jack says.
"But you didn't!" she yells at him.
"You'll get another one," Jack says.
"I will," she says in a threatening tone.
"A better one," Will chimes in.
"A better one," Jack says in agreement.
"That one," I say pointing at the Interceptor.
"What one?" Jack asks me. I nod toward the ship. All eyes look toward the ship.
"That one?!" Jack asks, "Aye. That one." I smirk. "What say you?"
All of the crew yell aye and head to the ship.
"No no no no no. It's frightful bad luck to bring a woman aboard sir," Gibbs says.
"Then what am I?!" I ask him.
"It would be far worse not to have them," Jack says before following the crew. Will laughs.
We follow the rest and go to the ship.