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Jack Sparrow moaned in his sleep. "Chryss," he called out; "Chryss. . . " The tale had haunted him since he heard it in the Bartered Bride last night. A pirate ship from the East, the Chrysanthemum Wind, with speed to leave his Pearl in her wake. Captained by Crimson Jade; a blond, violet-eyed beauty who could change from woman to man and back again before your very eyes, quick and easy as kiss-me-hand. Something in the tale made him queasy, or p'haps it was the rum-and-turtle stew he ate while listening. He'd thought once back with his Pearl and away, the words would fade; but now they invaded his dreams. He couldn't move; he couldn't stop feeling the Chrysanthemum Wind... hitting him on the head? "Wake up, ye drunken, daft bugger, and tell us who this Kris is ye're calling." It was Anamaria; an angry, unhappy Ana (was there another kind?) come to rouse him when he failed to relieve her at the wheel. "Yes, Jack dear," another woman's voice cooed. "I'd love to hear all about this Kris who is eliciting such heartfelt moans from you. I'd rather thought that was my job." Elizabeth Swann Turner Sparrow: glorious in her nightgown, hairbrush in her hand, looking like a hanging judge. "No, no; Chryss was the name of the ship, not the wench." From the look the women exchanged, he hadn't done himself a great deal of good. Both braced themselves, taking secure handholds. A second later the Pearl gave a vicious sideways lurch, depositing Jack on the floor; where he proceeded to act out the ancient adage: 'Wake up, sit up, and throw up.' The ship righted herself slowly, Ana hit him on the head again before departing, and Lizzie eyed him with a look that boded poorly for warm beds and cuddling. Jack groaned again and began planning how to dig himself out of the hole he'd dug himself into. Whatever he had planned on giving his three girls for Christmas, clearly it wasn't going to be enough.
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