"Are you heading out to the Jungle again?" Pacha asked, following Chicha down the street.
"Well, yes if you must know," she responded, continuing her quick pace.
"You should be careful out there," he said, leaning down and kissing her gently on the cheek. She smiled, kissing his cheek back, but she inwardly groaned. Her father was right, 3 years later and one year away from marrying him and she was no closer to loving him as she was in Pisco so long ago. She walked faster now, trying to get into the Jungle as quickly as possible, away from prying eyes and gossips.
She finally made it, collapsing against a tree in relief.
"If I had known that this is what I had to look forward to," she groaned to no one in particular, "I would have just sailed away with Jocard."

"Ahh, so you must be the Little Miss," a voice said behind her. She nearly jumped out of her skin, not expecting anyone to be nearby. She whirled around and came face to face- err, face to chest with a man. She looked him over, smirking to herself.
So, another pirate has managed to get lost here, she mused to herself, looking him over. He was quite handsome, his entire body language exuding confidence. And young, quite young.
"That would be me," she replied, her hand on her hip, "And you are?"
"Cap'n Jack Sparrow," he replied, grinning at her, "Y'know, they didn't do you the justice you deserve when they told me about you."
She chuckled. He was charming too.
"The last I saw a pirate, I was much younger," she said, grinning, "Still just a waif."
"And you aren't one now?" he asked, walking towards her, "My incredible intuition of all things apocryphal and mendacious tells me otherwise."
"And just how would you know that," she asked, backing away from him slightly. He had a very peculiar walk, a rather stumbling than actually walking. It was worse than she had seen on any other man.

"Intuition," he replied, waving his hand, "Now, 'ow bout we talk of somethin' a tad more...enthrallin, if you please."
"Like how exactly I'm going to get you from where you are now to where you want to go?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, "Seeing as you must be lost."
"No," he said, withdrawing a compass, "I'm never lost, luv. But I find myself in need of aegis; a certain amount of protection."
He wasn't stupid; and though none of the other pirates she had encountered were stupid; he had an air of sophisticated intelligence to him. She smiled, nodding.
"I see. And would you mind divulging who exactly you offended so badly that you have to hide here?"

He opened his mouth, and seemingly choosing against it, snapped his mouth back shut, pressing a hand to his mouth. He seemed to mull over the answer, trying to find the best way to put it.
"I may or may not 'ave offended a man of certain power," he said, "In the pursuit of a certain object of interest."
"So, who's wife did you sleep with?" she asked, grinning.
"There was none of that!" he replied, looking exaggeratedly offended, "But I may 'ave made a promise I was unable to keep."
"The name?" she pressed.
"Amaruwhatsit," he said, waving his hand," 'is wife wasn't much older than you, I'd wager."
"Amaruinti," she whispered, her heart stopping in her chest.
"Aye, that's the one!" he said, a bright look of revelation on his face, "Amaruinti!
"Well you chose a fine man to enrage," she responded, pushing her hair back out of her face, "Do you always make such quick friends?" she shook her head, waving him off, "Nevermind that. Follow me; I'll take you to our safehouse."

As they walked back into the village, a comfortable silence had settled between them. She was mulling over exactly what he must have done in order to anger Amaruinti to the point of needing to hide; and for some reason, his age escaped her. He looked to be no older than Pacha, but something told her he was older than that. She shook it off, he was just another pirate passing through, nothing more.
They entered the village and Jack was met with the intense stares of the villagers. They had accepted that Chicha was a guide and her home a safe haven for Pirates, but it did not mean they liked it in the least.
"Friendly, aren't they?" Jack said, leaning down close to her ear. She shivered a bit, blushing.
"They don't like pirates," she replied, "But they like me. So you'll be safe."
"Chicha!"
She whirled around, seeing Pacha approach, looking slightly offended, "Who is he?"
"Jack Sparrow," she responded.
"There should be a Cap'n in there," Jack commented, "Cap'n Jack Sparrow."
"Right," Pacha replied, brushing him off, "You can't leave to take him anywhere right now; it's too late in the afternoon."
"I'm glad you think so," she said, "Because he will be staying with me until a bit of trouble he caused dies down." Pacha pulled Chicha away from Jack, his face serious and his voice low.
"He shouldn't stay with you alone," he said, "The last time you were completely alone with a pirate..."
"Another pirate saved my life," she replied, pulling her arm out of his grip, "I'm perfectly capable of handling myself. Now excuse me," she turned to Jack, leading him away from Pacha and up to her home.

"A big brutish fellow isn't 'e?" Jack commented, "A friend of yours?"
"My fiancée," she replied, her voice devoid of emotion.
"My condolences," he said, shaking his head, "How unutterably disappointing."
"And why exactly is that so disappointing?" she demanded, glaring back at him as she opened the door.
"I 'ad 'oped to enjoy your company in private," he said, looking around, "Is this your 'ome?"
"Yes," she replied, "My home. I live here alone."
" 'Ow exactly do you manage that?" he asked, touching a small carving on the table.
"Don't touch that," she said, smacking his hand, "My Father decided to move with my mother to Cuzco. They left me the house and my future husband the title of village leader."
Jack didn't respond, still looking around.
"Feel free to make yourself at home," she said, walking into the room next to hers, "This is where you'll sleep. I'll be in the next room should you need anything at night."
"Anythin?" he asked, a devilish smirk crossing his lips. She smirked back at him.
"As long as it doesn't involve sharing a bed," she replied, grinning. Jack nodded.
"An your name is Chicha?" he asked, "You never properly introduced yourself."
"I'm used to going strictly by "Little Miss"," she said, grinning, "But yes, I'm Chicha Apaza."
He grasped her hand gently in his, bending down to kiss it.
"The pleasure is indubitably mine, Miss Chicha."