After two days of imprisonment and insane amounts of sleep, you decide you will not stand for this anymore. Getting up, you walk steadily to the deck where you suppose Jack is. He was constantly going on about how much work was required of him now that he wasn’t Captain, but a crewmember. Imagine your surprise when you see him lying up by the helm, eyes closed, hand behind his head, and shirt off. He’s sunbathing! Shaking your head, you walk quietly up to the helm. Anamaria nods at you, and motions to Jack silently. She rolls her eyes, and you wink. Grabbing his sword from his pile of stuff next to him, you point it at his throat.

“Working hard, Jack?” he frowns, and his eyes flutter open. He looks at you, then at the sword at his throat, then at you again. His eyes widen in mock fear.

“Now luv, ye wouldn’t hurt ol’ Jack...” you laugh and put down the sword.

“No. I suppose I wouldn’t...”

You feel so full of life! So energized, and happy. You smile happily, and breathe in the sweet morning air. You practically skip over to the prow of the ship, leaning out over the sea.

“God I love this life...” you mumble, closing your eyes. You can vaguely hear Jack and Anamaria talking behind you. But you ignore them. All that mattered and all that existed in that moment was you and the rolling ocean beneath you. This is where you belong. This is your life, your love. You think about the past week, and what has happened. So much...so many things to think about. It made your head hurt. You turn, and ask Anamaria what you can do to help. She directs you to the sails, and you happily oblige. It felt damn good to be back at work!

The next few hours flew by. You hardly notice that it was dark with night now; you had been working for the first time in three days. You walk out again to the prow, resting on your elbows. You close your eyes, and feel the water gently rocking the small boat, your nostrils filled with the scent of sea-air.

“Dinner.” A voice interrupts your peaceful relaxation and you near jump out of your skin. Turning quickly, you find Jack. He’s grinning, and you punch him.

“Don't ever do that again, ye hear me? Near gave me a heart attack ye did...” he only chuckles, and you punch him lightly, making your way to the galley. A heavenly smell wafts up, and you realize how hungry you are. Plopping yourself down between Anamaria and another man named Fey, you grab a bowl of stew, and dig in. A goblet slams down in front of you, and you look up. Jack is grinning, holding a bottle of his own. He motions with it, and holds it up to you. You grin, and grab the bottle in front of you. Holding it up to him, you wink. He returns the wink, and drinks heartily. You do the same. Once again, the overwhelming feeling of ecstasy fills you completely, and you sigh happily into the mouth of the bottle. Once you’re done with the bottle, another one slams down in front of you. Looking at Jack, he winks. You raise an eyebrow quizzically, and he only shrugs. You two haven’t exchanged a single word over the past 45 minutes, but have said so much. No one seems to notice your silent exchange, and they continue to chat nonsensically. You laugh, feeling so happy in this moment, and raise the second bottle to your lips.

* * * *

Two more bottles later, you’re completely smashed, and giggling insanely from your spot on the floor. Jack looms over you, grin wide and eyes sparkling. You struggle to stand up, using the table for support and wobbling crazily.

“Whoops....time t’ (hic)...t’ get t’ bed...(hic)...sleep...” Jack snorts, and you giggle, almost toppling over. He catches you, and you collapse in his arms. The last thing you see before blacking out is his beautiful eyes...

* * * *

Jack looked at the girl in his arms, and sighed.

“Seems like every time I’ve got ‘er in me arms she’s bloody unconscious...” he mumbles frustratedly. “Ana! Can I use yer room fer tonight?” she nods, then turns back to the group of men she was playing cards with. Jack stumbles across the hall and into the Captain’s Quarters. Nothing fancy, jest a bed and a window. Not at all like the Pearl. He puts her down on the bed, and takes off her boots. Once her boots are lying on the floor next to the bed, he looks up. To his surprise he finds her eyes on him. A small smile is playing on the corners of her lips. He moves up so he’s sitting next to her stomach, and looks down at her. She blinks slowly, confused why he was all of a sudden so much closer. No matter. That’s where she wanted him anyways.

“Jack. I want you to kiss me....” Jack’s eyes widen, and he looks down at the beautiful girl next to him. Was she serious?

“Ye want me t’ kiss ye? Ye sure luv?” she nods, and smiles. He shrugs. Don't have to ask him twice! His lips meet hers, and she threw her arms around his neck. He can hardly contain himself, since she’s now making irresistible noises into his mouth. He moves on top of her, half-expecting resistance. But she only moans pleasurably, running her hands through his wild hair. He kisses a trail to her collarbone, sliding his hands around her hips.

“Knew ye’d warm up t’ me sooner or later...” he grins into her neck, and nibbles gently. “No one can resist Captain Jack.....Luv? Ye still with me?” he moved back so he could see her face.

“Damn it. Damn it! Arrr! Damn it all to Hell!” he curses, slamming his fist into the bed beside her. She’s asleep! Her lips are slightly parted, her hands up by her face. Her hair is spread out around her head. Her breathing is even and peaceful, her chest moving up and down with the rhythm. Jack groaned in frustration.

“Luv! Luv! Wake up! C’mon...please? Argh....damn it.” He sighs unhappily, and lies down next to her on his back. He crosses his arms over his chest, and drifts off into a fitful sleep.

* * * *

A terrible pressure weighs down on your chest, and you stir uncomfortably. Opening your eyes slowly, you find that Jack’s head is resting under your chin, face buried in your neck. His light breathing is wrecking havoc on your senses, but he’s putting considerable pressure on your breasts. And god does it hurt. Actually, it hurts a lot more than it would usually....You try to move him off, but he only frowns and holds you tighter. Sighing, you sit up slightly.

“Jack. Jack! Get....off....yer...hurting me!” you grunt as you manage to pry his hands from your middle, and push him back on the bed next to you. You throw back the sheets, and swing your legs over the side, stretching tiredly. Looking back, you notice something dark on the sheets. Frowning, you look at Jack. He’s sleeping peacefully, and has turned so his back is to you. You think quickly, counting how many days it’s been since last time. Oh god! Wincing and biting your lips, you look down at your legs. Your thighs are smeared with a dark red blood. Goddamn the curse! Why did you have to be born female!!! You frantically search for something to change into, and jump when Jack stirs. Eyes widening in horror, you scramble back into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin. He sits up, and turns to look at you.

“Ye caused me some serious trouble last night, missy..” you don't respond. You pray to god that he doesn’t notice....please.....oh please......he looks at you questioningly, and you hold your breath. He climbs off the bed, and moves to stand at the foot of it.

“Ye ok, luv?”

“Yes. No. I...um...I don't feel well. I think I'm going to just stay in bed for another few minutes. You go ahead.” You bite your lip, praying that he’ll leave. Your lower abdomen is tying itself into knots, and you bit down harder against the pain.

“Nah. ‘At’s alright. I’ll stay with ye.”

“NO!” he frowns, taken aback at your outburst.

“Just...go. I’m fine. Jest go.”

He leaves, eyeing you cautiously. As soon as the door is closed, you leap out of the bed. Rushing over to the door, you move the bed so that it can’t be opened. Then you strip the bed, balling the sheets hurriedly. You then proceed to tear the room apart looking for some bandages, or cloths. Finding none, you curse loudly. A loud knock on the door quiets you.

“Are ye sure yer ok luv?” Jack’s voice calls through the door. The doorknob rattles slightly.

“Yes!! For the last time...I'm FINE!!! Get Anamaria! NOW!” you pace across the room, furious that you had to resort to asking Ana for help, and ashamed that you haven’t gotten this under control yourself. There is a soft knock on the door, and Ana’s voice wafts through.

“Ye ok? What do ye need?” looking around you grab a sheet, wrapping it around your waist. You hurry to push the bed out of the way, and open the door a crack. Ana sticks her head in, curious. Jack looks on worriedly from behind her. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, and you pull Anamaria into the room, slamming the door behind her. You move the bed over again, and turn to her.

“I need bandages.” You drop the sheet, and she notices the blood on your legs. She nods knowingly, and walks swiftly over to the corner. Bending down, she pries up one of the boards. She reaches in, and pulls out a bundle of white cloth. You sigh in relief.

“Oh thank ye. I’m so sorry about the sheets...” you motion embarrassed to the bloodied sheets, and she shrugs.

“No problem. I got extras. Will ye be working today? Or will ye stay in here?”

“Work, obviously. Never stopped me before, why should it now?” she grins.

“’At’s the spirit.” She clears her throat, and assumes a business-like expression.

“Then I shall expect ye up on deck in 20 minutes. Got it sailor?”

“Aye aye Captain.” You smile, and move the bed aside. She hurries out, and you close the door, moving the bed back once more.

* * * *

“Is she ok?” asks Jack worriedly. Anamaria just grins, and nods.

“Yea. She’s fine. No need to fret about yer pretty love, Sparrow.” His eyes widen angrily.

“Two things, missy. One: It’s Captain Sparrow to you, and Two: she’s not me love.” He points his finger in her face, growling in the back of his throat. She walks up to the deck, Jack following closely.

“Aye? Then I have two things to say. One: yer not Captain here, Jack. I am. So that’ll be Captain Missy t’ ye. And Two: she is yer love. Ye think I don't see how ye were looking at her? Ye think I'm so daft that I don’t notice you miss a beat every time she laughs....every time she smiles? Don’t insult me Jack. Look me in the eyes and tell me ye don't love her.” She looks at Jack. He's positively livid. His fists are balled, and his jaw is clenched.

“I do not.” Ana simply shrugs, and turns to the wheel. “Then ye should have no problem with the decision I’ve made. She’s useless. She hasn’t done a thing since she came on board except drink me rum, soil my sheets, and use up all our rum. I’m dropping her at the next island.”

Jack was at her throat, eyes flashing angrily. “Ye bitch. Ye ungrateful, good-fer-nothing bitch.” Anamaria remains calm in his grasp, eyes wide and innocent.

“Oh? Perhaps it’s you I should leave on an island, and keep her. At least then me men can have some decent sex. She looks like a whore...she’s probably experienced at that kind of thing, and can give me men a good time. They’ve been without fer quite some time. And they’re loyal, good workers. They deserve some rewards. Yes. That’s what I’ll do.” Jack growls, and tackles her, holding her throat with one hand, and reaching for his dagger with the other. Ana remains strangely calm throughout all of this. She reaches up and tugs on his braids, bringing his ear close to her mouth.

“Tell me ye don't love her.” She lets go of his hair, and he moves back. His eyes widen, and he scrambles off of Ana, breathing shallow. His head is spinning. He thought of all the times she had made his heart skip a beat....all the times her touch had lit a fire burning inside of him. She didn’t know it of course, and it was simple things, like poking her finger in his chest to warn him, or they way she smelled, or the way her eyes lit up whenever she smiled. They way the slightest pain for her was a hundred times worse for him....there was no doubt about it. Jack Sparrow was in love.

‘No....can’t be...I'm the great Captain Jack Sparrow......I don't love anything but me rum and me ship.... damn that woman...she’ll be the death of me yet...’ he thinks frantically. With that, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he fainted. Ana simply stood over him, and chuckled.

“Poor guy...” smiling, she returned to the wheel.

* * * *

Having successfully stemmed the flow, you step out onto the deck. You walk up to the helm, and find yourself looking down at the unconscious form of Jack. Looking quizzically at Ana, you open your mouth to speak.

“Jest had a shocking realization. He should be fine in a bit.” Anamaria answers the question before you even ask it. You wonder what realization this was, but don’t ask any thing else. You work hard again today, chatting with Ana. Occasionally bouts of cramps would hit you like a freak storm, and you had to clench your teeth and bite your lip to keep from whimpering. This goddamn curse would not get the better of you! When it came time to go to bed, you wrapped an extra few cloths around your hips, and crawled up into your bunk. Moments later Jack followed.

“Jack, not tonight. You need to sleep somewhere else tonight.” He looks at you, and you feel bad for being so snappy. He looks hurt.

“I'm sorry for snapping. But....ye can’t tonight. Ok? Please don't ask me to explain. Jest....not tonight.” You look at him imploringly, and his nods, eyes still hurt. You want to reach out and hold him, but you clench your hands together in your lap. Slowly he climbs off, and moves over to the next bunk. You sigh, and lean against the wall. God how you hated being female! But then again, this way you could enjoy some of the finer pleasures of life...like the feel of a man’s mouth on yours. Deciding that you enjoyed being a female very much, you pushed it out of your mind. Something that had been bothering you for the past few days surfaced again and this time you couldn’t ignore it. Sighing in frustration, you climbed down from your bunk and up into Jack’s.

“Jack? Are ye still awake?” his voice comes back, filled with sadness.

"Aye."

‘Oh god, I really hurt him with that. I didn’t mean to! It wasn’t even that big of a deal! And he was really hurting!’ Not that he would say anything about it, but he was. You could tell from the way his voice was completely void of the warmth, and charm that embodied him so elegantly.

“Look. I’m sorry about earlier. Can we talk fer a moment?” he nods, and you both walk out on to the deck.

“It’s jest...” you sigh, embarrassed. You were going to have to explain, otherwise he would continue to think that you didn’t like his company. “...it’s jest that...well...it’s that time of the month.” Silence greets you, and Jack looks at you questioningly.

“Oh god. Um.....it’s...fer a woman....one week every month...we...well...ye don’t know?” he shook his head.

“Don’t ye...well... don’t ye spend a lot of time with, er ‘pleasurable company?’ and ye...ye don’t know?” you asked hopefully. He shook his head again, and you sigh, resigning yourself to what you have to do.

“It’s the curse. No, not a *curse* curse, we jest call it the curse. We bleed. For a week. To prepare fer a baby.” His eyes widen, and he grows confused and slightly angry.

“I thought ye were a virgin! Ye lied!”

“No. No. I am. And I'm not having a baby. Jest my body has to keep ready in case there is a baby. So it jest gets rid of all the crap from last month. So we bleed. And that’s why ye can’t sleep in me bunk tonight. It’s not that I don't enjoy yer company...I do, really I do....but yea. It would be unpleasant fer ye.”

He nods, obviously processing this new information.

“So....let me get this straight. Once a month, ye bleed? Like, jest bleed? From where?” you blush furiously and mumble inaudibly. You lower your head to your chest, hoping he doesn’t see your flaming cheeks.

You look up at him, and he looks back, utterly confused. You stutter, and wave your hands about feebly. Realization dawns on him, and he grins.

“Ah. I see. No need to explain luv.” You sigh, and place the back of your hand against your hot cheeks.

“So Anamaria too?” you nod, and remember what you really came over here for.

“Jack, I didn’t jest come over here to make an idiot out of myself. I came t’ ask ye something.” He nods, much more amiable now.

“Well, I was wonderin’ if ye’d like t’ look fer Captain Jamison’s treasure with me.” His eyes widen, and his mouth opens in shock.

“I mean," you stutter to continue, mistaking his reaction. “Ye don't have to, I mean, I can see ye don’t....wow I'm a bloody idiot...I jest thought, well, sorry...I jest...once we find yer Pearl I thought we’d....well, never mind.” You finish, embarrassed that you even thought that he’d want to go with you.

“Don’t know why I even thought ye’d want t’....” you mumble, starting to move off, shaking your head quickly, your chest heavy.

“Wait now luv.” Jack grabs your arm and spins you around.

“I think there’s a bit of a misunderstandin’ tween us. I’d like nothin’ better than t’ look fer yer treasure with ye.” Your eyes widen, and you grin hugely.

“Really? Well, then...good. Good! Yea. Good. Thanks. Ye don't have t’...” you look up at him apprehensively, but are relieved when you see he’s grinning widely.

“No way are ye going lookin’ fer that treasure all by yer onesies, luv.” You grin, and he grins back. You both stand there for a moment, grinning like bloody Cheshire cats. Had anyone been watching they’d have thought you two were off your rockers!

* * * *

So both pirates returned to their separate bunks. Both pirates then lay awake for hours, thinking about the other. When they drifted off, it was to dream of the other.

* * * * *

CHAPTER 12 - Of Love And Pirates

So after talking to Anamaria, she had agreed to stop in Tortuga to drop you and Jack off. From there, you two planned to catch a ride to Port Royal, and commandeer a ship from there. Then you would search for his Pearl, then Captain Jamison’s treasure. You would be docking at Tortuga in only a few hours, so you said you good-byes to the crew. The fondest was with the cook. He and you had gotten quite friendly, and you would miss the nice old man. As the small ship pulled into Tortuga, you and Anamaria shook hands awkwardly.

“Oh hell...” you reach over and hug her tight.

“Good luck, Ana. And thank ye....fer everything. Thank ye so much.” She nods, and smiles at you. You hug once more, and you can see over her shoulder that Jack is rolling his eyes. You walk off the small vessel, and into Tortuga.

My goodness, what a place. How long had it been? A week? A little more? Good god. This place, despite it’s whores, drunken perverts, and dangerous characters, could really tug at the heartstrings when you left it. Breathing in deep the smell of rum, vomit, sweat, pigs, and cigarette smoke, you grinned happily.

“Home sweet home...” Jack mumbles beside you, grinning as well. You head off to your favorite bar, the Weeping Widow. Jack plods along behind you.

You slam open the doors, standing triumphantly in the doorway.

“Alright boys. Guess who’s back, and damn thirsty!!” you yell from the back of your throat, voice thundering over the already incredible din. Heads turn to face you, and suddenly the tavern is filled with jubilant cries of “Mary!!!”. Smiling smugly, you waltz over to the bar, drop your stuff on the stool to your right, and slam your fist down on the table.

“The usual, Henri. And a pint of yer fabulous rum fer me mate here.” You nod your head in Jack’s direction. He has sat down next to you, abysmally quiet. You turn to him, and grin widely, winking cheekily. Men come wandering over, slapping you hard on the back, grinning.

“Ye up fer some cards, Mary?”

“’Oo’s this, Mary? Yer man?”

“Let me buy ye a drink, Mary.”

You just grinned at them all. Jack leaned in close to you, whispering under his breath.

“Why are they all callin’ ye ‘Mary’?”

You grin, and wink.

“Cuz they all seem t’ think I’m their little Virgin Mary. These guys are like me brothers. All I have to do is even drop the tiniest hint that ye’v been tryin’ t’ bed me, and they’d cut out yer throat, all of ‘em at once.” His eyes widen, and he moves back quickly. You chuckle at his reaction. Drinks are being slammed down all around you and Jack, and his scared look turns into one of glee. He reaches for the nearest jug, but his hand is snatched away. One of the men is gripping his wrist, growling fiercely.

“Those ‘r Mary’s. Who ye be?” he looks at you, concerned. “This bastard ain’t botherin’ ye, Mary? We can take care o’ him if he is....” he turns back to Jack, expression violent once more. Jack looks at you pleadingly. You chuckle.

“Well.....” the men around advance slightly on Jack, waiting for your cue to jump him.

“Naw. He ain’t causing no trouble. I think I might actually be upset if ye hurt him. So leave ‘im. He’s jest a bloke. Ye know. Hopelessly in love with me...” you laugh, winking at Jack. He frowns, and turns to grab the rum.

“Not in love with ye...”

You chuckle.

“I know, Jack. But this way they won’t dare touch ye. At least I think that’s what they’ll do. Ye know what? They may actually hate ye more now. Hmm. Didn’t think about that...” you frown and stroke your chin in mock consternation, and he wallops you on the back of your head.

“Knock it off.” He grins, and you grin back.

“Drinks all around! Courtesy of me mate here, Captain Jack Sparrow!” cheers erupt, and the man who grabbed Jack’s wrist approached, looking sheepish.

“Sorry mate. Didn’t realize ye.....didn’t know ye were....jest protectin’ our Mary here...” Jack laughs good-naturally, a laugh that warms you more than any drink ever had.

“No problem mate. No hard feelin’s, eh?” The man nods, and grabs a drink.

“Ta Mary!” he lifts his glass above the heads.

“Ta Mary!” all the voices chant, the sound of clinking glasses all around. You turn to Jack, smiling broadly, and perhaps a bit smugly.

‘See?’ you thought. ‘I can be jest as famous as Jack Sparrow...’ Jack leans in close again.

“I didn’t know ye were this well known, luv...” You chuckle.

“There’s a lot ye don't know, Sparrow. Ye’d be amazed.” He frowns, wondering what you could have meant by that. You laugh at his puzzled look, and move off to the middle of the room.

“Who’s up fer a little poker??” the entire room cheers, and a table and 4 chairs are brought out in to the middle of the room. You sit down. Someone throws a pack of cards on the table, and you rip them open, shuffling the cards expertly. Three more men claim the other seats. The rest of the pub crowds around the table, eager to watch you beat the other men. You shook your head. Even though they knew you’d end you taking their money, they still played.

‘I think they jest like watching me. Which I have no problem with...’ you smile slightly, and deal out two cards to each player. Putting a gold coin in the center for ante, the others follow suit. You burn off the top card, and flip the next three up in the centre of the table. You peek at your hand: a 6 of spades and Jack of hearts. The three cards on the table are a 5 of diamonds, Queen of spades, and 8 of spades. The first man bets a single silver coin, and the others call, including you. Burning off the top card, you flip the next one up and lay it next to the other 3. A 2 of spades. Almost a flush. You conceal a grin. The one thing you weren’t so accomplished at was hiding your emotions at poker. You sigh, and wave your hand about in the air. You straighten your bandana, and return to the game. You allow yourself a small smile. No one saw you pull the card. Good. Looking down at you hand now, you have the 6 of spades, Jack of hearts, and a King of spades concealed behind the 6. You fold the cards into your hand, quickly sliding the Jack under your palm, then slipping it into your sleeve... no one was any the wiser.

The first man bet 3 gold coins.

‘Bluffing.’ You decide. The next folds, and the next calls. You call as well. Burning off the top card, you flip the last one face up in line with the other 4. A 2 of diamonds. Not that it matters. You’ve won already. You bet 4 gold coins, and the first man calls. The next folds. Smiling, you place your hand down on the table.

“Flush. And ye?” he frowns, and throws his hand down on the table. Grinning, you scoop up yer winnings, and deal another round.

* * * *

The crowds have dimished slowly, until it’s only you and a few other men at the table. Jack’s still sitting at the bar. His eyes haven't left you in over an hour, and you know it. You are starting to feel slightly uneasy, even through the several pints you’ve downed. You see him stand up in the corner of your eye, and sway in his trademark manner over to stand behind your chair. He leans down, putting his mouth right up to your ear.

“How bout playin’ a real professional, lass?” you snort, and gesture to a seat just vacated. He smirks, and sits down. You deal him in, and the game begins. After a few rounds, the last man leaves. Now it’s only you and Jack playing. He grins, and you smirk. So far, you two had about tied in winnings. After you deal out, you straighten your bandana again, pulling an ace. You keep your eyes on Jack the entire time. He is studying his cards. Placing the ace in your hand, you contain a smug smile.

“That was one of yer best pulls tonight luv.” His voice is quiet and steady, but seems to boom across the empty tavern.

“What?” you are shocked. How did he see it? You were watching him! He wasn’t even looking! And you were the best!

He looks up, smiling faintly.

“Every time yer fix yer bandana, ye pull a card. Been watching ye all evening. Yer damn good at it. But ye should try t’ find another way t’ pull cards. Like this...” an Ace of Diamonds appears in his hand from nowhere. “Or this...” another appears in his other hand. Your mouth is agape in shock, and he chuckles.

“It gets slightly obvious when ye fix yer hair every hand, and win right after ye do it.” You close your mouth with a snap. He grins, and looks at you appealingly. Rolling your eyes, you chuckle. The rest of the night is spent with Jack teaching you how to pull from all sorts of places. You teach him a few things about rigging the deck. Henri catches your attention, and throws you a key to a room.

“On the house, Mary. Have a good night. Jest help yerself t’ the drinks. I'm locking up now, and heading t’ bed.” You smile your thanks, and Jack’s eyes widen.

“He’s leavin’ us the drinks? He’s leaving us the bloody rum?!?!” you grin, and nod. You grab his arm as he makes to stand up.

“Jack, no. Ye’v had enough, and one thing I can’t let ye do is exploit the kindness of me mates. Aye, I'm a pirate, but I'm not cold hearted. He trusts us, and we’ll not break that. So sit your arse back down, and show me how you pulled that card from yer belt.” He sighs, and sits back down.

* * * *

A few hours later, you climb wearily to the room. It has a small bathroom, a window, and two beds.

“Thank ye Henri...” you mumble under your breath. You sigh and drop onto the bed nearest the window. You fully intend to sleep with yer clothes on, due to the fact that you simply don't have then energy to change. Jack climbs around you, settling his arm around your waist and snuggling his face in to your neck.

“Jack. What are ye doin’?”

“Sleepin’” came the muffled reply.

“Oh no ye aren’t. The curse remember? Ye’ll have t’ sleep there.” You point to the other bed, and it looks so cold and lonely and isolated even from your eyes. You look at him sadly. You want nothing more than to have him curved around your body, his heart beating against your back. But not this week. He reluctantly climbs off, and moves over to the other bed.

“Jack. Really. I...”

“I know luv. Yer uncomfortable with me sleepin’ next t’ ye. I can tell. When yer awake, yer all tense. I get it. I’ll jest be over here.”

You sigh. You were tense when he was next to you for other reasons, not that you didn’t like his company. Quite the opposite actually.

“No Jack. I....well...to be honest I quite enjoy having he next t’ me. It jest...sometimes cuz yer so close...my body...” you stumble for words.

“Well, I like having ye around me. Makes me feel safe and whatnot. Bloody girl stuff, but whatever. So yea. I jest don't want ye to get all grossed out. So fer now ye sleep over there. Ok?” he nods, seeming to be struck dumb by your sentiment. You sigh, fittingly embarrassed, and roll over to sleep.

* * * *

Five days pass in Tortuga. You and Jack are waiting for a ship to come into port to barter passage to Port Royal with. Every night, you’ve played cards with the men. These times though, both you and Jack played, and cheated. You two were becoming quite rich! On the 6th night, you retired to your room, spilling your winnings all over the small table. Silver, gold, and bronze coins glinted off the moonlight, and you grinned. That was a beautiful sight! Jack sighs, and drops on his back on to his bed. You grin, and do a mental jig. Your curse is over....so you’ll definitely be sleeping with Jack tonight! His eyes are already closed, breathing slowing as sleep prepares to take him. You crawl on to his bed and slide an arm around his hips, resting your head on his chest.

“What the....” he mumbles.

“Luv? Ye back sleepin’ with me?” you grin and nod.

“Ye miss me company, Jack?”

“Hell yea! Or, erm, I s’pose....” you laugh, and look into his eyes. Your expression grows solemn, and his as well.

“Luv? What...” his voice drifts off as you plant a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“Can we jest agree to a mutual attraction, Jack? Makes it a hell of a lot easier fer everyone...” he grins and nods, kissing you back. You smile and curl an arm back around his hips, settling yourself down.

“Goodnight, luv.”

“Goodnight, Jack.”

* * * *

Two hours later, you are still lying peacefully in the crook of his arm, but not asleep. You can’t sleep. You’re too giddy. Jack’s slow and even breathing ruffles your hair, and his heart pulses slowly below your head.

“Jack? Are ye awake?” you whisper softly. No answer. He’s sound asleep. You sigh, scooting as close as you can to his body.

“Ye know yer causing some serious trouble fer me, Jack. I have a reputation to keep. Ye see, pirates don't love.” You say hushedly, talking to the darkness, glad to finally admit it to yourself.

“...and I seem to have fallen in love with you...” sighing confusedly, you close your eyes.

You fall asleep before you can feel Jack’s arm snake around your waist protectively.

* * * *

Jack lay in the darkness, unable to sleep. The beautiful girl, the girl that he loved, had agreed to a mutual attraction. This should have made Jack happy, but for some reason he was still uneasy. Suddenly her voice penetrated his thoughts.

“Jack? Are ye awake?” he didn’t reply, not wanting her to know that he’d been awake all this time, thinking about her. She sighed, and he felt her body pressed right up against his. He struggled to keep his breathing even at the closeness of her body.

“Ye know yer causing some serious trouble fer me, Jack. I have a reputation to keep. Ye see, pirates don't love.” Her voice floats through the air, and Jack manages to keep his body relaxed....he knows what she’s getting at....and it can’t be...she hates him!

“...and I seem to have fallen in love with you...” she sighs again, and then is silent. His eyes are wide in the dark, heart throbbing painfully in his chest. She loved him! The girl of his dreams loved him! He slid his arm around her waist and rested his hand on her back.

‘I love ye too, pet...’ he thought happily as he closed his eyes.

* * * * *

CHAPTER 13 - A Ship And A Crew

“Can’t ye spare some room fer me and me crew? Surely....a handsome, obviously wealthy man as yerself can find a place in his heart fer a few unfortunates lookin’ fer passage t’ a better life....” you speak slowly and seductively, laying a hand on the ugly brute’s chest. He swells proudly, looking down at you lustfully. You can hardly contain your disgust.

‘Oh well...’ you think. ‘Pirate’s gotta do what a pirate’s gotta do....’ You bat your eyelashes at the man, and he bares his teeth in what you assume to be a smile.

“Sure thing, lass. Ye and yer friends are welcome aboard me ship.” His hand creeps down to your backside.

“But I’ll be requiring certain services....” Sighing and rolling your eyes, you punch him quickly in the gut, and stick your revolver under his chin as he doubles over. You grab his hair, and yank his face up to yours. The revolver is steady under his chin.

“I am NOT a whore, you bloody bastard.” With that, you release him, and stalk off. Rounding the corner, you look for Jack. You see him leaning against the wall, waiting.

“Any luck?”

You shake your head, still disgusted.

“Doesn’t anyone in this bloody town want anything beside sex? I mean, c’mon! Honestly....we’re gonna be stuck here fer some time if things continue at this rate....” that man had been the 6th one you had asked. And each time you had gotten the same answer: yes, but for a price. Any guesses what they wanted? Yea.

“Bloody pigs...” you mutter. You and Jack had decided that it would be easier if you picked only a few men to help crew the ship you planned to commandeer. You had immediately opted for several of your friends; the ones who were so loyal to you. Jack had not been as eager, but you had persuaded him over the past few days. You had picked Reynould, Eric, Frey, Alec, Walker, and Mic. They were good men, honest and hardworking. If you ever found a ship, you would be able to commandeer a fairly large vessel in Port Royal.

Suddenly a young voice echoes across the docks.

“Oy! Ye can’t jest leave yer ship there! Ye have t’ pay the fee!” the voice trembles slightly, as if uncertain whether he should really be bothering a Tortuga man.

“Fuck the bloody fee!” comes the gruff reply. You turn to Jack and quirk an eyebrow.

“Worth a try....” he mutters, and you nod. You both begin to follow the man. Finally catching up with him outside of a pub called the Red Dress, you grab his arm breathlessly.

“Fer the last time, ye filthy bitch, I don’t want yer ‘services’!!!!!” his arm flies from your grasp, and slaps you hard across your jaw. Immediately Jack is at his throat, growling fiercely. You hold your cheek, and shake your head at him. If you two wanted something from this man, better to not threaten him. If he refused though.....well...then Jack could do whatever he wanted. Jack released him slowly, glancing at you, frustrated. You clear your throat and face the now livid man.

“’Scuse me mate here. Hot temper this one.” You nod in Jack’s direction, and he growls deeply to accentuate your point.

“We were simply curious if you could provide passage to Port Royal fer me and me crew. We would work as yer own crew, and cook and do chores. All we want is passage to Port Royal.” He contemplates this for a moment. Seeing his contemplation, your heart jumps. Maybe this one will say yes!

“Let us buy ye a drink, yea?” you motion amiably to the bar, and he grins.

“Alright. Sorry fer the.....” he motions with his hand to your face, where a red mark is beginning to show on your fair skin. Shaking your head and waving your hands about carelessly, you motion once more to the bar. He walks in, and leads you to a table in the corner. You three sit down. You motion to the barkeep, and order rum for the man and water for you and Jack. The man doesn’t hear this, but Jack does.

“What?!” he yelps, looking at you as if you’d grown an extra head.

“We get him drunk, Jack. Not us. If we’re drunk, we could slip up.” He growls, and bares his teeth.

“If Captain Jack Sparra’ says he wants a drink, then he’s gonna have a drink, luv.” He asked the patient waiter for a pint of rum, and turned back to you, smug smile upon his lips. You said nothing.

After the rums arrived, you began to detail your agreement, saying you had seven crewmembers, and you. He nodded. Talk then turned to stories, who had done what when, who had had close shaves where, and so on. You kind of drifted off. You were not one to brag. Jack, on the other hand, was the compete opposite. His stories were long, involved and mostly fabricated. You snort when he described a daring escape made from the top of a battlement wall....his graceful dive from the ledge, easily more than 200 hundred feet up, his cheeky words, and skill at outwitting his enemies.

“Highly unlikely...” you mutter. No one hears you.

Both the man, who’s name you found to be Pierre, and Jack were now passed the buzzed stage, but still not quite on the threshold of being roaring drunk. You hated being around drunken men like this. Your friends were one thing. They acted silly, sang loud shanties, belched, and fought. Men like Jack groped and teased.

“Disgusting.” You mutter, once again heard by no one. You feel Jack slide his hand over your thigh under the table, and you lightly slap it. He withdraws, and you roll your eyes. It’s quite one thing when you yourself are drunk, but when you are completely sober, it’s no fun whatsoever. Jack's hand once again found your leg, and crept up towards the inside of your thigh. Slapping him off again, you stand up.

“Excuse me, gents. Pressing matters at hand.” You stalk out of the pub, pretty sure that neither man had even heard you.

You walk quickly back to the Weeping Widow, climbing the stairs huffily. You stomp into your room, slamming the door angrily behind you. You and Jack were becoming such good friends, then he has got go and be a prick! Growling, you sit down at the table, absentmindedly fingering the gold. Sighing deeply, you move to the bed. Lying spread eagle, you close your eyes. Well if Jack wanted to be an ass, he was so obliged. But you didn’t have to be around for it. You closed your eyes, drifting into a half sleep.

Some time later, you can’t tell how late it is, the door creaks open. Jack stumbles in, trinkets and bead clanging merrily. You’re still in the half-conscious state, and watch him from under your half-closed eyelids as he moves around the room, discarding his boots, belt, hat, and jacket. He strips his shirt, and stands for a moment, swaying slightly and grinning like an idiot.

‘Bloody nutter...’ you think. He sways over, dropping himself on the bed next to you, almost on top of you. You stifle a groan of frustration, and lie still. He sighs comfortably, and moves over so his body is next to yours. He slings an arm around your stomach, and mumbles nonsensically. Rolling your eyes, you pick up his arm and throw it off of you.

“Hmm?” he mutters, confused at why his arm is moving without his consent. You sit up, moving onto the corner of the bed. The bed was situated in the room so that it was in the corner, so you leaned against the walls. You closed your eyes then, thinking Jack was too bloody drunk to get up and move to you.

Wrong.

He groaned angrily, and pulled himself up. He crawled over to you, and dropped back down, his head in your lap, arms around your waist. You shriek with frustration. He bolts upright, looking around wildly.

“Jack! Get the bloody hell off of me! Jest leave me the hell alone, ye pig!” he pauses, trying to figure out what you said. Huffing, you walk over to the other bed and flop down. He stands up, and walks over.

“Are ye mad at me, luv?” he slurs confusedly.

“Ye think?!!” you spit back at him. “Ye act all friendly and nice and adorable, then ye go acting all sleazy...like I'm some whore....or some lass ye pick up on the street....well I'm NOT Jack, and ye better get used t’ that. I thought we made that agreement t’ release some o’ this bloody tension, and yer need to *have* me! Honestly! Can’t ye just STOP. BEING. SUCH. A. BLOODY. PIG!!!!!” he flinches as you yell at him.

“What the hell do ye take me for? I'm a bloody pirate!! I do what I want when I want! Who the hell do ye think ye are to tell me when t’ drink and when not t’ drink?? I know yer not a bloody whore! Can’t ye jest LOOSEN UP?? Ye’v got a bloody rod stuck up yer ass, and ye need t’ relax and have some fun! Jesus, luv, perhaps ye’d actually enjoy what ye’d find!!!” he yells back angrily. You both are silent for a moment, shocked at the other’s outburst. He walks back over to the other bed, muttering. He thinks you can’t hear him.

“Bloody women....as soon as they realize they got ye wrapped ‘round their little finger they go and bloody *change* and hate ye. ‘Sactly why Jack Sparrow shouldn’t love anythin’ but his Pearl....shoulda known this would end up bad....never shoulda let her stay on me bloody ship....pig...I'm not a pig. Bloody virgin, don’t know what the fuck she wants with me....she leads me on, then punches me, then tells me she loves me, then lashes out. Bloody hell...what a guy t’ do? Jest wanna bloody sleep....” he lies down on the bed, exhausted.

“This is why men shouldn’t love...it’s a bloody death trap.” He sighs again.

You lie back on your bed, still fuming mad. You can’t think of anything but the way he acted, and what he said about you. You drift off again, the night’s events laying on a loop behind your eyes.

“Bloody women....as soon as they realize they got ye wrapped ‘round their little finger they go and bloody *change* and hate ye. ‘Sactly why Jack Sparrow shouldn’t love anythin’ but his Pearl....shoulda known this would end up bad....never shoulda let her stay on me bloody ship....pig...I'm not a pig. Bloody virgin, don’t know what the fuck she wants with me....she leads me on, then punches me, then tells me she loves me, then lashes out. Bloody hell...what a guy t’ do? Jest wanna bloody sleep.... This is why men shouldn’t love...it’s a bloody death trap.””

Something pulls at your mind, nagging persistently. Something’s amok....why did you keep hearing him say this over and over....suddenly you remember what the voice said to you on the island..... “He cares about you...” Frowning, you sort through his words for something that you knew was out of place. Then you found it. “Jack Sparrow shouldn’t love... men shouldn’t love....”

You sat up straight, eyes widening. Could it.....was he jest drunk? Or did he really....? You look over at Jack, sleeping on his side with his back to you, and suddenly feel terrible for all the things you said to him. You get up quietly and lie behind him.

“Jack, I'm sorry.” You say it so softly, whispering it to the night. You close your eyes again.

About 15 minutes later, Jack turns over to face you. You can feel his breath on your face. You keep your eyes closed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He sighs, and the warm smell of rum floods your senses.

“I'm sorry too, luv.” He says it softly, and lies down still facing you. His head rests on top of yours, so your face is buried in his neck. He slides an arm around your hips, and pulls you right up to him. He slips one of his legs between yours, and plants a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You can feel his heart pulsing steadily beside yours, and a surge of energy passes through your body.

“Sweet dreams, my little virgin.” With that, both of you fall asleep.

* * * *

Pierre said that you would set sail the next day, so you and Jack hurried around, stuffing gold into your boots, belts, sleeves, and pouches. The 6 men that had agreed to come with you were ready to go downstairs in the pub. You nodded to Henri, and threw him the key back with a heartfelt thank you. He smiled warmly.

“Any time, Mary.” He pulled you aside. “Ye be keepin’ yer maidenhead, aight? Aint up t’ nobody ‘cept you when ye decide to give it up. Ye remember that, eh?” You smile and nod, hugging him tightly. After you’re father’s death, Henri had filled that void as best he could, and was just as protective. You leave the bar, motioning to your men.

‘My crew.’ You thought triumphantly. You strode confidently off towards the dock. Jack walked a step behind you. Suddenly the street was filled with the sound of your name, shouted with glee. You recognize that voice......Anna! Turning quickly, you see her streaking down the small avenue, yelling your name loudly. You cry out as well.

“Anna!!”

She rushes you, hugging you tightly. The breath is knocked out of you. You hug her back tightly.

“Oh my!”

“I’ve missed ye so much!”

“How did ye know...?”

“Henri told me.”

“It’s so great to see ye again!”

“Who’s all this?”

“Me crew.”

“And him?”

“Jack.”

She smiles slyly, and you shake your head lightly, signaling. She grins. You both stand there for a moment, looking at each other. Then, as if on cue, you both scream with delight and hug again. You can hear Jack chuckling, but you ignore him.

You grab Anna’s hand, and start pulling her down to the dock with you.

“C’mon, love. Yer one o’ me crew. I ain’t leavin’ ye again. Yer comin’ with us!” she grinned broadly, but then her face fell.

“....but my stuff...I don't have any clothes....” You smile.

“’sok. We’ll get ye some in Port Royal.” She looks at you curiously, knowing better than anyone you’re dislike of the city. You wink secretively, and continue marching to the ships. Jack trots along behind you. You don't see the strange looks he exchanges with the crew. You find Pierre’s ship, and climb aboard, calling for him. His head appears by the stairs, and he smiles.

“’Ey! Welcome aboard me Ransom. Crew sleeps down ‘ere.” You nod and thank him, walking towards the door he motioned to. He looks strangely at Anna, but doesn’t say anything. The crew quarters are not bad, small bunks line the walls, and there are two trunks at the foot of each pair. You climb up onto the one nearest the door, and Anna falls down onto the one below you.

“I think I’ll go freshen up. Sweatin’ like a bloody pig, from chasin’ ye down those streets....” she laughs, and wanders off to find the bathroom. You flop down, lying on your back. Your head hangs upside down over the edge of the bed. You can see your men moving about, putting their things away, racking jokes, and laughing. They were in high spirits. You see Jack sway over, and smile, still upside down. He smiles back, and moves to stand in front of you.

“So. Who’s Anna?”

“Me best mate. Known ‘er since I was a babe.”

“Ye still are a babe.” You roll your eyes.

“Ye know what I meant. She’s honest, hardworking, and loyal. She’s me best mate. I ain’t leaving without ‘er.” You finish stubbornly.

“I wasn’t gonna make ye. Does she know bout the....” his voice trails off as he looks around the room furtively.

“The treasure? Naw. ‘spose I should tell ‘er.” You say thoughtfully.

“Yer gonna tell her?? Why? I thought this was gonna be 50-50!”

“Aw shut up Jack. We didn’t agree t’ none o’ that crap, and anything she got would be outta me own share. Happy?” he nods, and smiles.

“Best be getting up on deck, Captain.” The way he says that word...Captain....makes your entire body tingle with excitement. Yes. You were a captain again. Smiling, you move to get up. You sit, and try to stand, forgetting you were on the top bunk. You slam your head into the ceiling, cry out, and fall back down, rubbing your head and cursing wildly. Jack chuckles.

“Ye ok luv? Ye better watch out fer those ceilings. They can be awfully deadly, they can.” He says it gravely, but you know he’s grinning inside. Growling, you move to climb down the ladder. And promptly fall off the bunk, landing on the floor with a crash.

“Ow.” You say feebly. Jack chuckles, and you turn to him, glaring.

“....And those floors. Yup. This be a very deadly room. Yer gonna have to watch fer those horrible ceilings and floors...they can just jump out at ye.” He chuckles and walks on deck. After he left, you can’t help but chuckle a bit yourself.

* * * *

You work on deck. Not as hard as when you were on the Pearl, because this ship is slightly smaller, but hard enough. At the end of the day, you feel accomplished, and glad that you got what needed to be done done. A certain satisfaction comes with doing your duties, don’t you think? You sit with Anna for a bit, talking and sharing stories. She gasps when you tell her about the battle at sea, and falling into the ocean. You decided not to tell her about you and Jack, even though you suspect she already senses it.

‘That girl doesn’t miss a beat.’ You think wryly as you climb the two steps up to your bunk. You are getting your bed made when Jack walks in. He sees you, and walks over. He comes to the bottom of the ladder, and smiles at Anna.

“Goodnite, lass.” With that, he climbs up the ladder.

“Jack!” you hiss, embarrassed. “Not tonight! Anna’s down there! And the crew! Jest sleep over there t’night!” he grins, and swings his head over the edge of the bunk. You follow suit, hoping to signal to Anna.

“’Ello, Anna. Ye don’t mind if I sleep up ‘ere t’night, do ye?” You madly shake your head, but she only laughs.

“Not at all.” You glare at her. You’d get her back for this. By now the rest of the crew has entered the room, and is quietly going about getting ready for bed. Jack sits up, and raises his voice.

“Oy! Mates! Do any o’ ye mind if I spend the night up ‘ere?” they look at you alarmed. You smirk.

“Ye ferget, Sparrow. These men are protectin’ me virginity. They won't let ye be up here with me.” You turn to him, smug. He shrugs, and turns back to the men.

“Don’t ye worry, she’ll still be yer little Virgin, she’s jest been ill, and she wakes up in a bit of a panic sometimes if I’m not ‘ere. So sleep well, mates. Thank ye fer yer hard work t’day.” He nods at them, and they nod back, moving into their bunks. Your mouth drops open. Not only was that a complete lie, but he made you look like a dithering idiot as well!

“Jack!” you whisper, indignant. “’At was a lie and ye know it!” He winks.

“Well, it wasn’t quite a lie, luv. Ye have hardly spent a night away from yer dear Jack, and the one night ye did, ye had nightmares. What am I to deduce from that?” his eyes laugh merrily at you, and you roll your eyes, lying down on your back. He looms over you, eyes still sparkling enchantingly. You grin and tug on his braids, pulling his head down next to your lips.

“Behave yerself, mister. No nonsense tonight. Too many people.” He only chuckles, and lies down behind you. He wraps an arm securely around your hips, and you snuggle back against him.

“G’night, Jack.”

“Night pet.”

* * * * *

CHAPTER 14 - Anabelle

The cry "Land Ahoy" came a day later, as you were finishing up your lunch in the small galley. You hurried excitedly up to the deck, and saw the busy town of Port Royal in the distance. You walk up to Pierre at the helm.

"How long d'ya think?" He looks thoughtfully at the land ahead of the ship.

"'Bout an hour, I'd assume." You nod, and walk around the ship, telling your men what the plan is. Once you reach the Port, you would slip off quietly into the town. They could go to bars, or buy supplies, but they were not to make a fuss. You and your crew had to be unnoticed. If they noticed a ship that would perhaps be a good choice to commandeer, they were to make note of it, then tell you when you met up again.

"We'll meet tomorrow at 9 o'clock sharp in the morning. Don't be late." They nodded. Anna said she was going to find some clothes, and a decent sword and dagger.

9 o'clock. It was only about 8 am right now, so you thought this would give you time to eat, get your blade sharpened, and perhaps grab another dagger. Yours was getting slightly old. Then sleep, and fresh and ready to go in the morning. As the ship sailed slowly into port, you looked around cautiously. So far so good. None of those bloody red-coated soldiers on your back as yet. Hoping your luck would continue, you step off the boat onto the dock. Jack follows. A man stands by a small podium with an open log book, and a small bag of coins next to it. He glances at you and Jack, furrowing his brow. Jack waves cheerily at the man, and saunters up to him.

"'Ello mate! Remember me?" The older man looks sour.

"Perhaps.... It would be another few shilling fer me t' completely remember your name, however." Jack grins and pulls out three coins. The man's expression changes.

"Of course. I remember now. Mr. Smith. How delighted I am to see you again. Enjoy your stay in Port Royal." Jack nods, and watches as the man walks off to address another new boat. Grinning slyly, he snatches the small purse, shaking it lightly. The sound of many coins meets your ears. He grins, and pockets it. You smile and hurry to catch up with his sashaying form.

"Poor blighter. Never learns, that one." You look at him questioningly, but he only grins.

"Where to, luv?"

"Well, I need my sword sharpened first. It's so bloody dull I prolly couldn't cut a melon." He laughs, and continues walking with a purpose.

"Well then, pet. I know jest the place. Follow Jack!" he strides off into the town, with you tagging along behind. He makes several sharp turns, weaving between the fancy ladies, working men, and screaming children. You see a blacksmith sign hanging over the next door.

One of the little urchins comes flying towards you, eyes wide in awe. She latches on to your leg, pulling at the hem of your shirt. You look at Jack, who has turned around and is surveying the scene with a slightly amused air. You frown, and turn to the little thing hanging from the bottom of your shirt.

"Are you a pirate? Are you really? My friend said he saw you coming off the pirate ship, and I didn't believe him. Are you really?" you look around, not sure how to answer. You decided to amuse the kid. You squat down, taking in a low whisper.

"Sure am, little girl. But it's a secret. Can you keep it secret? Ye don't want me gettin' hanged, do ye?" the little girl shakes her head solemnly, eyes wider still. You wink, and her face lights up.

"I'm gonna be a pirate!" she cries jumping up and down around you. She picks up a stick, waving it madly around in front of her.

"Aye! Yo ho ho! MORE RUM!!" she cries in a tiny voice. You chuckle and look at Jack.

"Wonder where she could have gotten that expression..." He smirks, and you turn your attention back to the girl. She's dancing around wildly now, screaming like a bloody Indian. She's gonna attract some attention, this one. Better go. Suddenly she runs at Jack, hitting him in the knees with the stick.

"Oy!" he yelps, surprised. He then growls, and picks the little girl up. "'At wasn't very nice now, luv." His voice is low and dangerous, and you feel concerned for the poor girl. Her eyes are wide with fright, and her mouth is set in a definite pout. You'd been around kids enough to know what was going to come next.....she was going to cry. Jack, of course, doesn't notice.

"Not very clever t' be hitting pirate like Jack Sparrow, now dearie." Her look of fear immediately turns into one of awe-again. This one little girl seemed to be awed at everything.

"Wow..." she breathes. "You're Jack Sparrow?? My daddy tells me stories about you all the time! He says that Jack Sparrow is the kindest, funniest, mostest craziest pirate ever!" she giggles wildly, dropping her 'sword.' Jack looks at you, appalled. You chuckle at the expression. He turns back to the giggling kid. She lowered her voice conspiratorially.

"My daddy said that...." she giggled quietly, giving you a fleeting impression of a chipmunk. "My daddy said that Jack Sparrow used t' come visit me all the time when I was little. 'At's why I'm so crazy he says. Cuz of my uncle Jack." Jack's eyes widen, and he looks at the girl he's holding.

"Well, then. What be yer name, lass?"

"Anabelle."

"Well, I'll be, luv. Didn't even recognize me own niece!" she giggles, and he laughs. He turns her upside down in his hands, looking her over tip to toe.

"'At's prolly cuz ye'v turned into a beautiful young lady. Jest like yer mother." She giggles, and looks at you. You grin.

"Is yer daddy at work?" Jack asks, putting her down beside him.

"Yes. He told me to play outside." She turns to you, eager. "Will you teach me how to play with a real sword!??" you laugh and nod. Her eyes light up brilliantly.

"Well, c'mon then. Let ol' Jack say hello t' yer dad." He walks forward, towards the smithy. Anabelle runs up and grabs his hand, chatting amiably.

'Hm. I didn't know Jack had a niece....' you think.

"My daddy said that you sail all over the world, finding treasure and making ladies fall in love with you. He said that one day, I'd get to sail on the Black Pearl..." she said the ships' name with awe.

"Mmmhmmm.....uh-huh, the ladies do love me... he did, now did he? We'll have to see about that one....might be a tad difficult when I don't even know where me Pearl is..." Jack says wistfully, and you smile. As you walk into the shop, the smell of hot metal and stale air meets your nose. Dust clouds your vision, and a loud sharp ringing is all you can hear.

"Oy! William! Ye have t' see the lass I found in the street! I think this time she's a keeper!"

The ringing stops and a merry laugh comes out of the dust. A man steps into view, and you can't help but raise an eyebrow appreciatively. He's young, maybe 25, 26. His long brown hair is tied behind his head, a small hammer in one hand. Jack hurriedly pushes Anabelle behind him, so she's hidden from view. William addresses Jack, looking sideways at you.

"This 'er? Jesus Jack, looks like she could beat the crap out of you before ye ever got her to bed!" You laugh when you realize he thinks Jack was talking about you. Jack laughs too. Somewhere from behind him, a small childish giggle escapes.

"Naw. Not that one. She's me Captain." He winks at you as you turn slightly pink.

"This be my lass." He reaches behind him and plucks up Anabelle, throwing her over his shoulder. She shrieks and giggles with glee. God that sound is infectious! William laughs good-heartedly, and Jack struts over to the bench, plopping down, and pulling Anabelle onto his lap. She smiles and climbs all over him, pulling his hair, examining his beads, yanking on his braided beard.

'Ow! Aye, lass. That's attached!" she giggles, and continues her exploration. Jack turns to William, looking stern.

"What's this about me being the 'kindest, funniest' pirate? I don't appreciate 'at kind of publicity. Ye should be tellin' that I'm terrifying, and cruel, and easily the most vicious pirate t' sail the seven seas!" Will only laughs, as do you.

You pull out your sword, and sit down next to Jack.

"'Scuse me, but I need this sharpened. Fer tomorrow." You hand William the sword hilt first.

"Please." You add as an afterthought.

"Hmm. I can do ye one better. How 'bout this one instead?" he pulls a brand new sword from a huge stack in the center of the room. Its hilt gleams with simple yet elegant lines of gold traced into the grip and handle. The blade is double edged, and shines like a holy beacon in the light. You fumble in your pockets.

"I...I don't know if I have....if I have enough...one sec...." he laughs, and Jack chuckles.

"Luv, I think he's givin' it t' ye." You look at Jack, astonished. Was he really? Did this kind of generosity even exist towards pirates? You take the hilt, holding the sword in front of you admiringly.

"Thank ye...." you drift off, having not been really introduced.

"William Turner. And ye are...." You give your name, mind working fervently to figure out why his name and face seemed so familiar.......

You take his outstretched hand and he grins.

"Pleased t' meet ye, lass." How bows slightly, and you catch a glint in his eyes....so familiar. So...familiar... Of course! Bootstrap Bill! This boy was exactly like him! Looked like him, talked like him, had his name, and was as gentlemanly as he was. You turn to Jack, and he nods slightly.

"I knew it!" you cry, reaching out and hugging him tightly. "Yer Bootstrap Bill's son!" he hugs you back hesitantly. You move away, slightly embarrassed that you've displayed such affection.

"Sorry. It's jest, I knew yer dad. He was like my godfather. I remember when ye were this big...." You hold your hand a foot apart to illustrate your point. Will laughs.

"Ye didn't tell me ye knew Bootstrap!" exclaims Jack.

"Ye didn't ask." Jack rolls his eyes, and Will chuckled. Anabelle was now resting contently on Jack's shoulders, playing absently with his hair.

"I'm hungry!" she whined, pouting and looking at her father.

"C'mon then, you two. You both are invited to dinner. Elizabeth would skin me if she found out ye were in town, Jack, and I didn't invite ye over. So c'mon." Jack stands up, Anabelle still on his shoulders. She giggles, and you smile. Who knew Jack was like this with kids? Will closes shop, and leads you both along darkening streets. He stops in front of a huge mansion, unlocks the gates, and proceeds up the drive. You stand at the end of the driveway, gaping. Jack knew people who lived like this??? Who the hell were they?

"Elizabeth was the Governor's daughter. Gave it up when she stayed with Will, but her dad died, and she got this. Pretty savvy, eh?" he whispers, passing you on the way to the house. You just nod and follow him. Will opens the door, walking into the grand foyer.

"Liz! I'm home!" A young woman, maybe one or two years younger than Will, rushes in. She is nothing like you expected from this amazing house. She's wearing breeches, and a loose white shirt. Which is, ahem, currently hitched up over her breast. An infant clings to her chest, and she is holding him up with one arm while the other brandishes a wooden spoon at Will.

"Now that your home, FINALLY, you take the dinner. Jack won't let go of me. He's been clingy...." her voice drifts off as she notices you and Jack. Jack with his mouth slightly open, staring at the sight before him. You, slightly pink, were looking nervously around. You were NOT used to being in such extravagant places! You didn't know how to act.

"Jack! Oh Jack! Hello! Um..." she looks down at her exposed chest, and shifts young Jack uncomfortably. "You have impeccable timing...." Jack only laughs and leans over to kiss her cheek.

"'Ello dear Elizabeth. I see ye and Will have been busy...." he motions to the baby in her arms, and she giggles. Jack turns to Will.

"Not a eunuch, for sure. No doubt about it now." Will smirks, and you chuckle. This draws Elizabeth's attention to you.

"I don't believe we've met. I am Elizabeth Turner. I see you've met my husband, and Ana." She motions to the girl now strategically climbing down Jack, using his belt, hair, and ears as support. He winces, and you laugh.

"Nice to meet you, Elizabeth." You tell her your name, and she looks down once again at her full hands.

"I'd shake your hand, but...." you nod, and wave your hand about carelessly. Ana jumps down from Jack, and rushes over to Liz.

"Mama, mama! She's a pirate! Like Uncle Jack! She said she'd teach me how to play with a real sword, like Uncle Jack! And Uncle Jack said that he would take me on his ship!" At this, Jack iterrupts.

"Ahhh...I didn't say that. I would, really I would, but, ahhh...ye see...." his eyes fill with pain, and you feel sorry for him and his loss. "....I jest do have me Pearl anymore. She....she was stolen from me." Will's eyes widen, and Elizabeth reaches out and touches Jack's arm, handing the spoon off to Will.

"Oh, Jack. I'm so sorry. Do come in. And I insist you stay for dinner. You too." She nods in your direction, and you smile. She seems nice enough. You envy her for the way she showed affection so easily; you too had ached to reach out to Jack and hold him, but had restrained. The small baby in her arms whimpered, and she turned her attention to him.

"Shh, shh." She looked at Jack. "Do come sit down." She motioned to a side room, with extravagant furniture and paintings. Jack strode over to the sofa and plopped himself down; Elizabeth walked over to the chair and seated herself. Both look at you expectantly, still standing in the hall. Will had disappeared into the kitchen.

"C'mon luv. We're not waitin' all day." Jack says. You look down at Anabelle, clutching to your hand. Hesitantly, you walk over to the sofa and seat yourself on the opposite end as Jack. For some reason, you were so very uncomfortable here. You sat on the edge of the cushion. Elizabeth looked questioningly at Jack, and he shrugged. Anabelle climbed into your lap. You nervously stroked her long blonde hair.

Elizabeth still had the baby attached to her breast, and he squirmed.

"Oh, Jack." She looked up at you. "This is Jack's favorite place." She laughed, looking back down at the child lovingly.

"Sure is..." mumbled Jack. You heard this and let out a short laugh. Elizabeth looked at you once more, and you were sure now that she thought you were crazy.

"Nothing...jest something Jack said..." He winked, and you chuckled.

"So the kids name is Jack?" He asked eagerly. Elizabeth nodded.

"Will and I decided to name him after the best pirate, and best man, we'd ever met." Jack swelled proudly, and turned to you and Ana.

"Ye hear that, Ana? Not 'kindest' or 'craziest' although I am crazy, but 'best.' Ye'd be fit t' remember that." She didn't respond, as her thumb was tightly in her mouth, eyes drooping. You tried to lift her off of you and put her on the couch, but she gripped resolutely at your arms and waist. Her eyes fluttered, and you sighed.

"I guess she's staying here..." you mutter. Jack looks at you oddly, something strange in his eyes. It makes you squirm. His eyes pass back and forth between you and Anabelle, almost longingly.

"So. What are you doing in Port Royal, Jack? I seem to remember that you have a fair number of people that would like to see you at the end of a rope here."

"Jest following orders." He replied with a grin, looking at you. Elizabeth looks at you curiously.

"Well, um, Elizabeth, we're-"

"Oh, do please call me Liz."

"Uh, ok. So, Liz, we're trying to find a ship to, uh, commandeer, to find Jack's Pearl."

"Oh my! Jack, what happened?"

"Barbosa happened." he spat out angrily.

"But you killed him! I saw it! Will was there too!"

"She was?" you ask, bewildered. "He was? Jack....what....?"

"Yes. They were. I thought I told ye this, luv. I'm the pub. With Pierre. Ye were there!"

You clear your throat and glare at him.

"Of course I wasn't there Jack! I left! Ye had yer filthy hands all over me, so I left! How in the name of God didn't ye notice!!!??" He shrugs apologetically.

"I thought something about ye. Obviously I was wrong. I already explained this, luv."

You roll your eyes, exasperated. He winks and continues, looking sideways at Liz. "Besides. I thought that after that night on the beach...." his voice trails off suggestively. Your mouth drops open in rage. You stand up, and Anabelle slides onto the couch with a muffled whimper.

"How dare ye! That was completely yer doin! Ye bloody womanizing, son-of-a-"

"Language! Watch your language, please! We have children in the room!!!!" Liz cries worriedly, and you stop. Taking in a few deep breaths, you turn to her, apologetic.

"Sorry. I really am. I jest....sometimes he jest drives me..." you breathe deep gain, and sit back down on the couch. Anabelle curls up against your side. Liz chuckles knowingly.

"So he got ye on that beach too?" You look at her, completely shocked.

"What?"

Jack laughs, and turns to Liz. "Still dreamin' about it, Lizzie?" she blushes, and shakes her head.

"Jack tried to pull the same stunt with me. Was it on the beach with the rum cache? Where he'd been marooned before? What is it now, Jack? Three times? Was it Barbosa again?"

"Rum cache?" you look at Jack. "RUM CACHE?" you voice is not loud, but low and dangerous. There was rum on that island, and he didn't tell you?? He only shrugs-again. Goodness! The way he's so uncaring about these thing drives you crazy!!! He addresses Elizabeth.

"Ye were absolutely wasted! And yer bloody signal....can't believe ye did that...thank god ye didn't use all the rum..." both of them were now giggling madly (ok, well, Jack wasn't giggling. Jest chuckling.) You can't help but feel a slight twinge of jealousy at the history between the two. They chat for several minutes, until Will cried out from the kitchen. Elizabeth only laughs, and stands up, pulling her shirt into place, and looking at you appealingly.

"Would ye..." she holds out Jack, and you nervously stand up. Who knew what this thing would do....it might throw up, or spit up, or even worse, cry. You hesitantly take him, folding him into your arms. Elizabeth smiles, and leans down next to your ear.

"Ye'll be fine." You smile, and watch as she walks off. You look down at the baby in your arms.

'It is kind of cute...' you think. He makes a strangled noise, but one of pleasure, not discomfort.

"Hi! Hey little guy..." you coo. His tiny fingers curl around one of your fingers, and you smile. You look up at Jack, smiling. You find him looking at you curiously again. With a sort of longing, or desire.

'Well, duh,' you think. 'Of course desire. That's all he's wanted since Day one.'

"Jack, don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like ye can't wait till ye can bed me. I don't like it."

"That wasn't what I was thinkin' luv."

"Oh?" You look at him, trying to decide whether he was lying. Sure looked like he was being truthful.... "What.....what were ye thinking about then?" you try to sound accusatory, but I comes out somewhat hopeful. He stares at you, not paying attention. He sighs, and shakes his head quickly.

"Sorry, luv. What was that?" You repeat the question, and he frowns. "Nothing..." comes the vague reply. He moved over on the couch, and picked up Anabelle. Holding her in his arms, he looked at you. Suddenly he leaned over, capturing your lips with his. You're startled, but don't pull away. It just felt so nice... he pulls gently on your lower lip, one arm encircling your waist. You pull your hand from young Jack's grasp, and put it against his face. He pulls away slowly, grabbing your hand with his. He brought it slowly to his lips, kissing your fingertips lightly, eyes boring deep into yours.

"Sorry luv. Been so long....over a week....couldn't help meself. Ye jest look so....I know I took advantage, what with yer hands full and all, but..." you silence him with another light kiss.

"It's fine, Jack. It has been a while." He grins, and you do too.

"Luv, why are ye so uncomfortable here? Lizzie's sweet, and Will's the same. Yer getting' free food, lodgin', and rum. Relax." You nod, and kiss him quickly again.

"I'll try." He was still holding your hand, and he brought it to his lips once more. You smiled and closed your eyes, breathing in deep the moment.

"Um, I could just, if you two..." Liz's voice shatters the blissful silence, and you wrench your hand away from his face. He turns away, still cradling Anabelle.

"Not at all. Is dear William still living?" Liz chuckles, still looking between you and Jack. You shift young Jack in your arms.

"He's fine. Almost destroyed the sauce, but he's fine." She looked at you. "I can take him...if you're not comfortable...."

"If it's quite alight, I'd like to keep holding him...." you say quietly, looking at the small child's peaceful features. She smiles, and nods eagerly.

"It's amazing, isn't it? The innocence, the purity of his little heart...." she sighs happily, and smiles.

"Shall we head to the dining room?" You nod and stand up with the baby. Jack adjusts Ana on his hip, and grins at you.

"Liz? Should I jest take 'er up t' 'er room?" Elizabeth nods. "Is it still where it used t' be?" she nods again, and Jack saunters off, winking before he goes. You watch him walk up the stairs slowly. When you turn back to Elizabeth, she's looking at you with a small smile playing on the corners of her lips. She motions to a room to your left, and you walk behind her. You stand behind on of the many dark wood chairs around a large feasting table.

"Um, Liz? Should I take him up too?" you look down at Jack; he yawns hugely, showing pink gums. She nods, and motions to the stairs.

"Third room to the left from the top of the stairs, hun." You nod, and traipse slowly up the stairs. Finding the room, you place him down in the crib. He sighs, and finds his thumb. Sucking contently, he closes his eyes. You turn off the light, and close the door behind you. As you walk past the next room, you hear Jack's voice; low and rough.

"....And I said to him 'Ye keep yer hands off of Miss Elizabeth' (your mum). The poor blighter fainted right then and there! And then yer mum married yer dad, and I sailed off into the sunset, living happily ever after."

"Why don't you marry the beautiful princess?" murmured Anabelle.

"Cuz pirates don't marry, luv. We're only married to the sea. She's our one and only love....at least in most cases...."

"Do you love mommy?"

"Sure do, but in a different way. Yer mum is a dear friend. So is yer dad."

"Do you love me, Uncle Jack?"

"Of course! How could I not!"

"Do you love *her*?"

Silence.

"It's time to sleep now, Belle."

"Will you ever take me with you, Uncle Jack? On one of your adventures?" came the sleepy response.

"Course I will, luv. Course I will." You peer through the slightly ajar door, and see Jack sit down on the bed next to Anabelle. Her eyes were closed, her breath slow and even. She sucked noisily on her thumb; an innocent, a child of nature. Jack hummed a few lines from "A Pirates life For Me," rubbing her back slowly. He stood up, planted a kiss on her forehead, and strode towards the door. You scurried out of sight, hiding in the shadows away from the door. He walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him.

"'Night, me Belle." He walked downstairs, still humming the pirate song.

* * * * *

CHAPTER 15 - Spamcakes, Waffles And Cocoa

You followed Jack down moments later, lost in your thoughts. Did he really love you? He couldn't, could he? He was the Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow....he was a pirate, like you. You wandered slowly down the stairs. The sound of voices floated out from the dining room, and you shook yourself out of your stupor. Walking briskly to the table, you seated yourself down next to Elizabeth and Jack. Liz smiled at you kindly, and you smiled back. A young woman hustled in, carrying a platter covered in delicious looking pasta, with a rich meat sauce on the top. You licked your lips....you hadn't eaten good food in such a long time...Tortuga was not exactly the good cuisine capital of the Caribbean! Jack looked equally anxious for food, and Liz laughed.

"Help yourselves. Be sure to save room for dessert, though." Jack nodded, and scooped a tremendous heaping pile of spaghetti onto his plate. You followed suit, and began eating.

"'Is ish wuuuunderflll Liz.....mmmmmm." you mumble, and Jack nods vigorously behind you.

"mmmhhhmmmm....absholutely shplendiff...." he slurred. Liz stared at you two, mouth slightly open, eyes wide. Will chuckles, and delicately served himself a much smaller portion.

"They're pirates, Lizzie. Can't really expect them to have pristine manners, darling." Liz just nodded, still agape. She also served herself a very small amount of the pasta, and daintily began eating it. You and Jack were already done and leaning back in your chairs. Another waiter appeared, this time with a goblet. You thanked him, and sniffed tentatively. Not rum, but wine.

'It'll do,' you thought.

"So Jack, when do you head out?" queried Liz.

"Are ye so anxious t' see yer ol' friend go, luv?" he grinned, and Liz flushed.

"Oh! No, no no no! I didn't mean it like that! I meant, how long are you staying! You know I love having you here, and Anabelle absolutely adores you, and-----"

"I know luv. Jest teasin'. I'm actually not the one t' ask. Ye should be askin' me captain." He nods in your direction, and you can't help but grin. Damn straight. You were Captain of this operation. Liz looks at you.

"Well, we were planning t' set sail tomorrow at nine, but if ye want Jack t' stay longer, we can arrange....." you look expectantly at Liz and Will. Will nods, and Liz smiles.

"It would be nice if Jack could stay for a bit....it's just been such a long time..." you nod.

"I can arrange that." Dessert arrives over your shoulder; a delicious looking cheesecake. The conversation lulls while all of you taste the rich dessert.

"I would like to join you, if you don't mind." Will states plainly, looking back and forth between you and Jack.

"...I'm not sure I understand....ye want t' join us? Like....be a part o' me crew?" you ask, confused.

Will nods, looking at Liz. She's shocked, staring at her husband with her mouth open.

"What?! And leave me all alone with Jack and Anabelle? I don't think so." Her voice wavers with anger and sadness. Something about her voice made you feel terrible for her. She knew that Will had made up his mind and that she could do nothing to change it.

"I need this, Liz. I do. And....well....perhaps I should take Anabelle too. I think it would be a good experience, and you would only have Jack then." He breathes in deeply, looking her in the eye.

"Take Anabelle?? Why? She's only four!! She doesn't need adventure!! Jack's searching for Barbosa! You know what he's like, William Turner! How could you even think about---"

"Because I trust Jack. He wouldn't let Ana get hurt. She would want this; a lot. And it would only be for a month or so, right?" you nod, looking at Jack. He seems nonchalant; lounging back in his chair, holding his dessert in one hand, fork in the other. You can see the pleased expression on his features though. He wants Will to come, and Anabelle. Hey, you had no problem with it. Any relation of Bootstrap was welcome aboard any ship of your any day! You were slightly worried about the girl, but hey, that wasn't your deal. It was Will and Liz's.

"Alright, Will. You go and do what you please. But do reconsider taking Ana. She's only a baby! She couldn't handle the high seas! Hell, even I couldn't at first, and I'm a grown woman!"

"She's got Bootstrap blood, luv. She'll be a natural." said Jack.

Liz was defeated. She rested her fork down gently on her plate, next to her barely touched cheesecake. She sighed deeply, and then stood up.

"Well then, I believe you have some planning to do. Don't let me get in the way." Her voice was filled with sadness, and had a bit of an edge to it. Will winced, anticipating the hell he would face later; Liz was too much of a lady to berate him in front of guests, no matter how unruly those guests were. She turned and walked out of the room. All three of you sat quietly as her footsteps were heard going up the stairs. A door was closed, and Will sighed.

"She'll come round. She understands though. You don't mind if we join you, do you?" he looks at you, and you grin.

"Not at all."

Jack grins, and rubs his hands together. He places his now clean plate on the table, and reaches over for Lizzie's.

"Let's make some plans."

* * * *

An hour or so later, Will walked you both upstairs.

"You can sleep where ye usually sleep, Jack." He motioned to a large room at the end of the hall, and Jack nodded. "And you can sleep here, Captain." He led you over to an even larger room at the other end of the hall.

"Oh, no Will. 'At won't be necessary. She'll be sleeping with me t'night." Jack interjected. You blushed a bit, and tried hard to hide the smile forming on your lips. Will looked back and forth between your blushing figure and Jack's grinning face, then sighed, shaking his head.

"Whatever you want. But only if it's ok with our CAPTAIN." He stressed the word, as if to remind Jack the respect you deserved. You looked at Will, and nodded slowly.

"Yea. I won't be needing to burden you additionally with using a separate room. I can sleep with Jack." Jack grinned even broader, and Will smiled nervously.

"It's no extra burden, really. I assure you-"

"No. I would PREFER t' sleep in Jack's room, if you please."

"Of course. Well, then, goodnight!" with that he hurried off to console his wife and tell her of the 'thing' between you and Jack, you presumed.

"Shall we retire, me lady?" Jack said in a mock snobby voice. You chuckled and took his offered elbow. He led you to his room. It was huge! There was an enormous bed in the center of the room, covered on all for sides with a sheer fabric, hanging gracefully down from a canopy over the bed. The entire room was a deep red, with gold and black and ivory as accent colors. It was absolutely marvelous.

"Whoa..." you breathed, enthralled.

"Yea. It's sumthin' isn't it? I picked out the colors meself. Lizzie did the furniture and fabric and whatnot." He strode over to the dresser, and pulled open one of the drawers.

"Ahh! Still 'ere! All me clothes! Absolutely wonderful!" he took off his shirt, rolling it in a ball and stuffing it in the drawer. You were still exploring the room. A door on one wall intrigued you, and you moved towards it. Opening it slowly, you found yourself standing in the most amazing bathroom you had ever seen. It was easily as big as a living room in a normal house. A large ivory tub stood on clawed feet in the corner, marvelous satin (A/N this is the technical term for the frosted metal look.) taps standing over the edge. Marble counters completely lined on wall, with not one but two inset sinks. There was even a small and very comfy looking sofa sitting in the corner. The middle of the room had a large blood red rug. Jack came and stood behind you.

"Magnificent, isn't it? Tub's one o' the most comfortable I been in in me life." You turn to him, faking a shocked expression.

"Ye mean ye actually BATHE???" he chuckles, and you grin.

"Sure do luv. In fact...the tub's big enough fer two...if ye wanted some proof...." he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and you laugh.

"I jest bathed not three days ago. I'm sparklin' clean. I'm sure ye could do with a bath though...." you rake your eyes over his figure, blatantly checking him out. He chuckles, and slides an arm around your waist.

"Sure could luv. Ye volunteerin' fer the job?" you laugh.

"I would. Honestly I would. But I'm wiped. Perhaps tomorrow." You sigh dramatically, placing a hand to your forehead and rolling your eyes back. He laughs, and saunters over to the bed slowly. You feel a childish urge pulling at your body, and you give in. Running quickly over to the bed, leaping gracefully, you dive through the curtains and land sprawled out over the entire bed, laughing like a maniac. Jack eyes you cautiously.

"Ye ok luv.....?" you laugh, and roll over, sliding under the creamy white sheets.

"Never better! Jack ye comin'?" you pat the pillow next to you suggestively, and his eyebrows shoot up under his bandana.

"'Ell yea..." he mutters. He slides into bed next to you.

"Ye certainly have a lot of energy fer someone who's too 'wiped' t' scrub a man down, luv. Ye shouldn't keep all that bottled up inside, ye know. Isn't healthy. Why don't ye let Jack help ye release some o' that energy?" he rolls over, and is on top of you, holding himself up with his hands on either side of your head.

"You're right!" you arch up, pulling on his lower lip fervently. "What don't I let ye help me out?" Jack grins gleefully.

"So do ye want the short answer or the long answer Jack?"

"To what question, luv?" he is currently busying himself with your neck, making it all that much harder to talk.

"Why I don't let ye. Cuz I can think of more than ten answers right away." You push him off, rolling on top of him.

"There will be no sportin' t'night, Jack. Or any night in the near future, fer that matter. Clear?" he sighs frustratedly.

"Alright, alright. Get off me. Ye weigh a ton." You climb off, and lay down on your back with your hands behind your head. Jack moves over, reaching an arm around your middle. Quickly he pulls you up against him comfortably.

"How 'bout in after the near future?"

"Doubtful."

"The far future?"

"Don't think so."

"Ever?"

"Nope."

"Never?"

"That's what I said, Jack."

"Ye sure 'bout that, luv?"

"Well, maybe you have a slim chance..."

"Slim?"

"Ok, a fair chance."

"Fair Chance. I can go with that. G'night luv."

"Night Jack."

A few minutes of blissful silence follows.

"Are ye sure ye don't want to have a little fun?"

"Goodnight Jack."

"C'mon, luv. Live a little!"

"GOODNIGHT Jack."

"Ye don't know what yer missing....."

"Jack! GO TO SLEEP!!!!"

"......yer loss...." he mumbles. You smiled and fell asleep.

* * * *

A small voice intrudes on your pleasant dreams, and you frown. Who *is* that?

"Uncle Jack! Daddy said you were gonna take me on your ship. Get up Uncle Jack! Will you give me a piggyback ride?"

You moan, still foggy with sleep. The voice becomes hushed, and you sit up. Jack is sound asleep next to you, and Anabelle is sitting firmly on his stomach. She looks at you, excited.

"Daddy said you and Jack were going to take me on an adventure! But Uncle Jack won't wake up..." she turns her attention back to Jack, and you grin.

"Oh, he'll wake up alright. Jest keep trying, love." She tugs on his nose, eliciting a small groan of discomfort from the sleeping man. Anabelle looks at you, and you sigh.

"Well, c'mon then. We'll go get some breakfast." She nods, and clambers over to you. You stand up, stretching and yawning. Ana grabs your hand, and you look down at her, startled. She simply smiles.

'Alright...' you think dubiously, leading the girl out into the hall and down the majestic staircase. She jumps along merrily beside you. Once you reach the bottom of the stairs, you set off in search of the kitchen.

"What do ye want t' eat?" you ask her.

"Spantakes. And waffles. And ice cream. And pie. And hot cocoa." She grins toothily, and you can't help but grin back.

"Spantakes? What're 'spantakes'?" She looked at you incredulously.

"Spantakes! Like big cookies! They taste yummy with syrup or powdered sugar. My mummy makes then on the stove."

"Oh! Pancakes! Right. Got it." You roll your eyes heavenward.

"I can do the pancakes. And the waffles. And the hot cocoa. But not the pie or ice cream. How's that?" she pouts, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.

'God she looks like Jack when she does that...' you think. You wrestle with yourself for a moment, before relenting.

"Alright, alright. Waffles, pancakes, and hot cocoa for breakfast. Ye can help me make the pie, and we'll eat it at lunch. And fer dessert t'night I'll make ye an ice cream sundae. How's that sound, little missy?"

She grins again, and you do the same. What an adorable creature! You found the kitchen quickly enough, recalling where Liz had rushed out from yesterday. Picking up Anabelle, you set her atop the counter, and turn to find ingredients. She giggles happily, and you smile.

* * * *

Jack woke up slowly, reluctantly letting the pleasant dreams form last night slip away. He rolled over, expecting the warm body of his Captain to be lying next to him, ready and waiting to be snuggled with.

Nope. She wasn't there. He rolled all the way over, burying his face in her pillow.

'Mmm. Still smells like 'er....' he thought. He yawned hugely into the pillow, and sat up. He dressed quickly and quietly. Suddenly he heard a loud crash, followed by multiple voices laughing merrily. He recognized the voices as those of the lass and Anabelle. He turned out into the hallway, trying to figure out what they were doing. He reached the bottom of the stairs, and paused. Her sweet voice drifted out from what sounded like the kitchen, and he set off towards there. He reached the doorway, and stopped.

Withdrawing slightly so she wouldn't see him, he watched her. She was dressed as she was yesterday, except her clothes were covered with a fine white power. She had some of it smeared across her face. Anabelle sat on the counter, giggling cutely and licking a spoon covered in what looked like pudding. She too had some of that white powder on her face, and small dot of it on the tip of her nose. Something sizzled on the stove, and Jack watched as his pirate Captain skillfully flipped the thing, a pancake, into the air. Anabelle laughed, enthralled at the sight. She caught the pancake expertly, slapping it back down on the grill.

"See that skill babe? 'At's what I'm talking about. Here. Ye try. Hold it like this.....good......now jest flip!" The pancake went flying, hitting the floor. Both girls stood there for a moment, looking at it. They turned to each other. Anabelle looked guilty. Suddenly they both started giggling insanely. Jack chucked himself. He walked out into the kitchen, assuming an angry expression.

"Alright. What's goin' on in 'ere?" he stood with his hands on his hips, trying not to laugh. The older woman turned with a small 'oh!' and Anabelle grinned happily.

"Uncle Jack, Uncle Jack! We're making, uh, pantatakes! Spancakes! PANCAKES!" she grinned, triumphant at getting it right, Jack laughed, and strode over to her.

"Ye seem t' have a bit o' whitish stuff on yer nose, luv. Here let me get that." He kissed her noisily on the nose while she giggled. Licking his lips, he looked thoughtful.

"Flour! O' course! Ye have some here..." he poked her tummy lightly, and she giggled.

"...And here...and here...and here...." he tickled her wildly, and she laughed gleefully.

"Stop! Uncle Jack! We have t' watch the spamcakes!" she scolded, pointing her finger in his face. He only laughed and turned to the other lass who was busying herself with some other batter.

"Mornin' luv. Ye seem t' have some flour all over ye too...." she laughed; a wonderful noise that made Jack's spine tingle. He stood behind her, peering over her shoulder.

"Whatcha makin'?"

"Waffles. Royal Princess o'er there wants pancakes, waffles, pie, ice cream, hot cocoa, a royal castle, Peruvian rabbit, and so forth. She sure needs a lot fer such a titchy little thing..." Jack wasn't paying attention. He had a terrible impulse right now, and who was he to hold back such a thing?

He lowered his lips to her exposed neck, surprising a gasp out of the lady pirate. He grinned, and started nibbling gently on her ear. She shivered, and shrugged her shoulder.

"Jack!" she hissed. "Anabelle be here! Ye can't do this 'ere!"

"Mmm. She's little. She don't know what's goin' on, luv..." he murmured into her neck. He wanted every part of her right now, every sexy curve, every glowing inch. Since he figured she wasn't going to allow him that pleasure, he'd have to make do with the small amount of skin available to him. He left butterfly kisses all along her neck. He found the spot right where he neck met her shoulders, and sucked fiercely. He wanted to leave his mark on the girl. She moaned delectably and almost inaudibly. That small noise almost undid him. He wound his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly.

"Ye up t' that bath now, luv? Me offer still stands...."

"No....mmm...Jack, not now.....I.....mmmm......I-I have t' get these made......fer....fer Ana....." Jack grinned, pleased at the reaction he was getting. He kissed her earlobe again lightly, and walked over to Ana. She was happily swinging her legs from the counter top.

"Guess what, me Belle? Ye want t' come on a pirate adventure with yer Uncle Jack?" She nodded ecstatically, eyes glimmering.

"Well, ye be comin' with me this time. And yer dad's comin' too." He grinned at the young girl's excited expression. She giggled happily, and flung her arms around Jack's neck.

* * * *

You grinned as Anabelle hugged her Uncle Jack tightly.

"Pancakes are ready, hun. Ye want to set up t' the table?" she nodded, and jumped down from the counter, racing over to the table. Liz sauntered into the kitchen, holding a still sleepy Jack in her arms.

"Mmmmm. I thought I smelt something lovely. How kind of you to make breakfast, dear." She yawned, and you smiled a good morning. All of you sat down at the table. Will soon joined.

"Good morning, love. Morning, Jack. Captain. And Ana! Good morning sweetheart." He kissed her loudly on the forehead. She made a face in Jack and yours direction, one that her mother and father missed. She stuck her tongue out in disgust, and screwed up her eyes. You bit your lip. Her father moved to sit down, and she hurriedly wiped the remnants of the kiss from her face.

'Smart kid...' you thought.

"I thought today I would take our guest out for a little shopping. I just won't do for her to be running around Port Royal in rags, now will it?" She smiles at you, and you tinge pink. Your clothes weren't rags.....

"Oh! Oh Dear. Not rags, darling. But in those clothes Commodore Norrington will notice you for sure. I meant something more....lady- like.....er.....well, more...proper. No. that's not what I mean...I mean..." your embarrassment recedes as you watch her stumble for words. Something about this woman being flustered on your account made you very happy.

"'S alright. I know what ye mean. But no corsets. Or dresses. Or petticoats. Or parasols." Liz's mouth hangs open, and you think for a moment. "On second thought, perhaps I'll jest wear these."

"Oh don't be silly dear. C'mon. We'll get going now. Let the men talk about their boats---Ships!" she corrected herself at Jack's evil glare. She marched out of the door, and you hesitantly stood up. Looking at Jack, who was grinning impishly, and Will, who's smile was sincere, you resigned yourself with a sigh.

"S'pose I'm goin' shoppin'....." you walked out of the room, and heard Jack chuckle behind you.

"Jack, ye have to be at the docks at 9 o'clock. Tell me men that we're staying fer another 4 days, and to make themselves scarce. Jack, don't forget."

"Aye lass. Not git yer little arse outta here, ye have some shoppin' t' do, it seems." He grinned as your expression fell.

"I hate shoppin'...."

* * * *

"Ooh! This color would match your eyes most beautifully! We *must* try this one on!" she threw the torture device (or dress. Whichever you prefer) on the top of the growing pile in your arms.

"Um, Liz? Don't ye think we got enough?" you voice was slightly muffled; a large black satin dress was blocking your mouth.

"Well, I suppose for now. Come on, then. Try them on. I'll just wait here." She wiggled her fingers toward in fitting rooms, and you sighed. Closing the door tightly behind you, you pulled up the first dress. Deep green. Velvet. Yik. You hated velvet. You manage to slip into it, after sucking in all your air and making your waist as tiny as possible. There was some sort of loop- y/strap-y thing that you had to get your arm through..... how the hell were you supposed to do that? You stuck your hand in, wiggling madly, still holding your breath. You tried turning round to see the thing, but just ending up turning in complete circle.

'Like a dog chasing his tail...' you thought wryly. You struggled for a bit more, turning around and around hopelessly. With one last effort, you fell down, crashing through the curtain.

"Oh dear! Are you alright! Here, let me help you with that." Liz pulled you up, and you tried to cover the blush that was spreading rapidly across your face, looking down, you almost yelped in shock. Your breasts were blushing! Since when did this happen?? You'd never noticed this before! But then again, you always wore large tops instead of revealing dresses....

"Lovely. Take a look." She spun you around to see your reflection. You looked completely different. The dress hugged your curves, slipping around your waist and falling gracefully off your hips. It left your neck and chest bare. Too bare for your comfort. Your hair was swept off your neck as usual, and this dress made you feel vulnerable.

"I think this one is perfect for you. But try on the others to be sure." You nodded, and returned to the dressing room.

'Great.' You thought. 'There are ten dresses here. This is gonna be painful...'

The second one was a light purple/lilac color. It was silk, and blew around your waist and legs gracefully. But it was too sheer, and kept slipping off your shoulder.

The third was black, and a wonderful satin fabric. It followed every curve of your body. It slimmed your waist, brightened your face, and hid your rather large hips. The only this was...it showed a good deal of cleavage.

The forth was red. Need I say more? Red was the color of whores and strumpets in the street. Not to mention your breasts were nearly falling out of this thing!

The fifth was purple. A deep purple. But it was also too whorish; you could see right through it.

The sixth you liked. A lot. It was also dark purple, but very solid. And the neckline came up to your collarbone. And it fell down to the floor. It was very conservative. Liz didn't like it much though.

"You have such a lovely figure! Don't hide it!" you just shook your head, and put on the seventh.

As you stepped out from behind the curtain, Elizabeth gasped.

"Oh my..." she whispered, and you spun around to face the mirror. Had you forgotten to do up the buttons? Was it hideous? My god, you must have looked like a hag for her to be that appalled!

But as you came to face the mirror, you couldn't help but gasp yourself. The olive colored dress fell down to the floor in graceful folds. The neckline came low, but enough to hide your chest. Only the curves of your breasts were visible. There were darker green ties up the front, mostly for looks. You couldn't help but notice how the color matched your eyes perfectly. You had never seen yourself looking like this before!

"This one. We're getting this one." Elizabeth said in a hushed voice. You just nodded and went back into the change room to change out of the dress. You handed the thing out to Liz, and emerged from the room. You followed and watched as she handed over multiple coins to the old man behind the counter.

"Have a nice evenin' miss!" he cried out behind you.

"Thank ye, Liz. Fer buyin' it. Ye didn't have to, I have money...I can pay ye back..." she silenced you with a careless hand.

"Not at all, dear. This is our gift to you. I just hope you will wear it for tonight! Have you ever been to a fancy dinner before?" you shook your head no. "Well, that's alright. You'll do fine. I will personally hep you get ready. Oh! I can't wait!" she cried excitedly, and you raised a cautious eyebrow. You weren't quite as excited, to say the least....

* * * *

"Oh my, oh my! What fun! Don't you think? Here, let me get that..." she noticed you struggling with the dress. You couldn't get it done up right. No matter how much you sucked in your breath, it still wouldn't work.

"Oh dear. It seems you'll be needed this." She pulled out a corset, and you backed away in horror.

"Oh, come on now. It's not *that* bad! Well, maybe it is. But it's the only ay this will fit, unless you plan on not breathing for the rest of the evening." You looked at her dubiously as she approached.

"fine. Only once. And never again. And only because Jack's so fond of ye and yer husband. Got it?" she nodded, and slipped the thing on around your middle.

"Brace yourself, dear!" she called out cheerily. Then she heaved on the laces. Oh god! You couldn't breathe! Well, you could, you came to realize. Just not well. Swiveling to glare at her, she shrugs innocently.

"That's better! Now we'll put this one. The dress slipped on easily now, and she tied it up behind you. Then she snatched out your bandana, and began attacking you with a brush.

"Oy! Ah! Ye said nothin' bout no hairbrushin'!"

"Dear, I have to! It's a jungle! Hold still, lest I hurt you." You grimaced, and tried not to wince as she savagely attacked the multitude of knots. Finally she was done.

"Now a little powder...." you held up a hand sternly.

"No. I'm sorry Liz. I thank ye fer the dress, I'm wearin' it, I put on the bloody corset, I even let ye brush me hair. NO powder. Aight?" she nods and you smile thankfully. With that, she grabs your arm and sweeps you off to the stairs and clears her throat.

"May I present, men, your Captain."