A/N: If you've read The Only Reason, you'll understand this. A series of one-shots about Jack and Giselle's previous relationship in which there will be hints at future Sparrabeth. Chapters will be relatively short and so updates will be frequent, every other day or so. Let me know if I should continue this!

Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney.

It had been three days since Giselle White stowed away on Jack Sparrow's ship after he sacked Nassau Port without firing a single shot. She was grateful for his hospitality and that of his crew. She was a pretty face and while they did sometimes leer at her, they hadn't tried anything and if Jack saw, he put them in their place. She had been sleeping in a spare cabin for the time being having kicked poor Mr. Gibbs out of his room. Giselle did feel terrible about that and told Jack, hoping he could do something about it.

Jack was in his cabin studying one of the maps on his desk carefully, tracing delicately chaotic lines on the drawn sea. He looked up and smiled when he saw her petite figure walk inside, gently closing the door.

"Well, 'ello luv. What brings ye here?" he asked with his infectiously irresistible smirk.

She smiled. "You see, Captain Sparrow, I feel positively awful about your first mate…"

"What is it? What'd he do?" his face grew worried. He had already been through one mutiny and wasn't quite sure he could do it again.

"Oh, he didn't do anything." She assured him sweetly. "It's just that I feel terrible having taken his sleeping quarters. The poor man should have his room back, I think. I can sleep somewhere else. It just doesn't seem very fair to me."

Jack cocked his head to the side and studied the girl in front of him. She certainly was something. Here she was on a pirate ship with a crew of men she didn't know and was asking to return the cabin to its rightful owner, leaving her with no place to sleep.

Ye got yourself a piece of work, there, Jackie. But I'll be damned to the Locker if she ain't got the most beautiful blue eyes. Like the sea. No... Better than the sea.

"Then where will you sleep, darling?" he asked.

She pondered on this a moment. "I'm sure there's some other place. I don't need anything big, Captain. You understand a bed and a door is enough for me."

"Jack." He stated.

Her light eyebrows furrowed. "I'm sorry?"

"Call me Jack, luv." She's so damn beautiful. No one should be this beautiful.

"Alright, Jack." She said, shyly looking at the wooden floor before staring into his dark, fathomless eyes. "So? Can Mr. Gibbs have his quarters back? I think he'd be ever grateful, don't you?"

"Aye. That's a nice thing you've done, dearie. But now we've got to solve the problem of where you'll sleep." He eyed her carefully. "Tell ye what. There's a small cabin adjoined to mine. If ye'd like…"

"I'll take it." She said decidedly. "Thank you, Jack. I really appreciate it."

"No problem, luv. Now ye do know that you're going to have to pull your weight around here, right?" He asked sternly.

"How do you mean?" Her eyes shining curiously in the sunlit cabin.

Jack smirked. "Well, this is a pirate ship and it means there's work to be done. Ye could tie some knots or sweep the deck or…"

His smirk widened at the look of complete horror on her face.

"I'm just joking, luv."

She laughed nervously and tucked a blond curl behind her ear. "Well, thank you, Jack. I'd still like to help out, though. If I can do anything…"

"Oh, I'm sure we'll find something for ye to do, aye?" he said huskily, walking towards her and wrapping his arms around her.

"Aye, aye Captain Jack." She whispered, his overwhelming closeness and deliciously intoxicating scent drawing her in.

He was corrupting her. He was corrupting her very being and she knew it. In fact, she welcomed it. And he knew it as well. They knew that what would happen between them was inevitable, she being the only woman on board, something she took great pride in. Most captains marooned or even killed any found stowaways but Jack was different. He was kind, generous, and had a good heart. She knew it wouldn't be long before she was sharing Jack's bed. It was just a matter of time and they had plenty of it. Soon enough, she'd be more than just the woman on board. She'd be Jack's woman and the thought invigorated her.

A/N: So? What do you think? If you'd like a prologue, read chapter 11 of my story The Only Reason and you'll get the idea. R&R?