Sandy looked up to her father. "Oh..Oh I should stay with you..b..but I just wanted to get down papa...to play with Ragetti." she tried to explain.

"It´s ye first night..I don´t want to overwork ye." he said and grinned

Barbossa didn't listen; he tugged Sandy along by her arm, marching her to his cabin where he slammed the door behind them. "Sandy," he growled, "get the birches."

"N-no, really, I don't mind working. I'm used to hard labour, it's fine," Will said quickly, hoping he could keep avoiding this topic.

The little girl nearly needed to run, to keep up with her father´s pace. They got inside and he slammed the door. Oh..he seemed not happy. She looked up and then he said the dreaded words: get the birches...He didn´t even finished, that the little girl crawled under the big table and said: "No..no we don´t need ´em!"

"Fine..here..do ye know how the read a map? That would come in handy." he asked

"Oh, ye do need them, Sandy," Barbossa muttered, "come out of there or I'll come after yeh and it'll be worse for yeh!"

Will nodded, looking at the map, "Yes, I can read it," he said; he had spent many nights reading maps, wishing he could go to all the places on there and get out of Port Royal.

Sandy was being stubborn and said:"NO! I stay 'ere..the..whole day! I'm teh Capt'n now papa an..an I say No!" She dared to say

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Ye suprise me mate. Well that's actually good. Do ye think ye might be able to give my cutlass a new shine and repare broken one's? Ye're a smithy after all."

Barbossa got the birches from their place and reached under and dragged the naughty pirate out from her hiding place. He sat down, pulling down her pants and bringing the birches down with a nasty crack, "Ye are NOT the Capt'n" he said, bringing down the implement with every other word, "yeh could have got killed!"

Will nodded, smiling, pleased to be able to do something worthwhile, "Of course," he said.

Sandy was not even able to say one word as her father pulled her out from her hiding spot. She didn't had time to whail and down were her pants already. "Wahhiehh!" She screeched as the thin birch was leaving an impression on her little naughty bottom. "Ahh Stingy! It's stingy poppa!" She cried out

Jack yawned. "I'm tired. Ye can get down and rest or do whatever ye like. But don't wake me up." He said and got to his berth. He got his boots out and took another bottle of Rum with him.

"Yeh obey me when its dangerous, understand!?" Barbossa continued, ignoring his daughters cries of pain.

"Er, Jack? " Will asked tentatively, "where do I sleep?"

Sandy tried to avoid the birch bit she was helplessly exposed to it. Despite the pain and her situation, her stubborn little personality still showed and she defiantly replied:"Ahiehhh No! No! I' a big pirate..p..pa..pa!"

Jack closed closed his eyes. "Ye either can sleep on teh small berth there.." He lazily pointed to a small bed in the opposite corner. "Or share mine..if ye don't mind me snorin'" he grinned

"Yer not yet," Barbossa growled, the birch coming down with a horrible crack, "if ye were big, I wouldn't have t'take yeh over me knee!"

Will blushed, "Sleep with... you?" He asked slowly.