Disclaimer: I'm Only doing this once, so read carefully. I don't own anything but Jezebel. This story is purely fictitious and for the sick little pleasures of my readers. So don't sue!

A/N: I'm going to try my hand at a little POTC fanfare. Hope y'all don't mind. This is my first attempt, so go ahead and rip it apart if you wish. Blade: Trinity fans, don't fret, I will get around to updating one of these days! In the meantime, enjoy...and if you haven't seen the Libertine yet, please for the love of God, go! His best! Lovely...lovely.

xoxo

McFadden-

Chapter One

Jack looked across the deck at the port of Southland. It was a little keyhole place on the outer ridges of Tortuga. He lazily steered the ship, barely able to make out the docks in the late night's darkness. There was a crescent moon hanging in the sky, but not low enough to illuminate the shadows. Jack was on his own for this trip. Will and Elizabeth had taken ashore to enjoy the benefits of being married. Jack snorted at that thought. If he be married, Will may as well have left him to rot in the shackles of that cell in Port Royal. That was his view of marriage anyway. A skeleton crew of 6 or 7 roamed aimlessly through the bowels of the Black Pearl, making preparations to dock. Tibbs could sense some anxiety in the Captain as they approached land, but he knew better than to ask, so the older mate went on about his business. Jack always seemed to get a little edgy around these parts of the islands.

Jack got the ship tied down and shut her down for the night. The sooner he could get off of it and into a pub, the better. He needed a good stiff swallow of rum. The drunkards and the whores filled the streets in their search for sin. A few of the more colorful women, with their overly made up faces, gave a passing eye to Jack as he traipsed down the cobblestones, smiling to himself. His reputation always preceded him...and he loved every moment of it!

The bar had been your regular run of the mill dive. It looked like a shit-hole, but that was the taste for pirates. Jack made himself scarce at the back, where the light wouldn't reach him. This was a drastic difference from his usual flamboyant self. But tonight, he wanted to watch the crowds, unconsciously searching for a familiar face. After seeing the bottom of the jug he consumed, Jack figured he better be off searching for a room in the hostel across the street. If he had to walk all the way back to the Black Pearl, he wasn't entirely sure he could make it on two legs...and he didn't feel like crawling.

In the dodgy side-street of the pub the wind gusted from the docks. A fog had rolled in that wasn't there before. Looks like a night spent at an Inn was on the agenda. He felt drunken suddenly. Surely the effects of his tankard of rum hadn't begun having its appeal already! No, this was some other force that was tickling his nose. Then, it hit him hard in every vital cell of his body.

Jack could smell the white sage flowing off of her before he even turned around. His eyes went dark and cloudy as he shut them briefly to stop the storm that was churning inside of him from just the scent of her.

"Jezebel..."

Damn! His voice had been far too soft for that kind of reintroduction, but if she had picked up on anything, she surely wasn't showing it to him as she looked back with eyes that killed him. They were the only hazel jewels he couldn't pillage. If only she knew the effect she had on him, he really would be a dead man. A sarcastic smirk crept its way upon her pretty little mouth as she stood there and nodded to him.

Good Christ! If it ain't the devil himself come back to torture her...Of course he had remembered her name! I'd be more surprised if he actually knew where he was.

"Sparrow..."

It was short, clipped, and cold. Not the kind of reply he was hoping for, nor the tone of voice he remembered so fondly. But then again, what had he wanted her to do? Run into his arms and wrap herself around him, taking him down in an intoxicating kiss like she had done those so many years ago...It simply wasn't going to happen. The satiny gleam of her hair held him transfixed. It was wild and beautifully tangled like he loved. He smiled his impish grin and leaned closed to her, running a tanned and dirty finger across the open lace of her bodice.

"Hello Turtledove."

The sound of his voice washed over her like warm homey. She instinctively backed away from it as though he was the plague, and shot a dangerous glare his way. What the hell had he been doing there in the first place. Jack stood there looking innocent as ever, but the always present gleam in his eyes easily gave him away.

"What? Don't feel like playing our little game?"

She nearly laughed, he wasn't serious was he? He was definitely trying. The bad thing was, Jack could be really persuasive when he wanted to. But not this time.

"You honestly think that for all that swagger and charm I'd ever come back to you Jack Sparrow! Quit wasting my time and your breath. Save it for the whores at the Commons. That's where you're headed isn't it.

If Jack hadn't been...well...Jack...he would've flinched. She was spitting poisonous words at him and he had been acutely turned on by the fire he was well aware she possessed. The Commons was a brothel not far from where they stood. Those girls weren't his taste. He already had his favorite, and she was standing right infront of him. His breath was airy as it flirted with the skin of her neck as he dared to inch closer, taunting her.

"You know you want to, Darling..."

Memories of lustful and hazy encounters flashed through her mind. Both bodies writhing and glowing with sweat from the humid air of the ocean. But things had gone wrong one too many times for her to trust him anymore. Jezebel immediately turned cold and angry and pushed him away.

"I prefer not to. Good evening to you, Mr. Sparrow."

Jack had studied her eyes carefully, he knew exactly what she was thinking. In truth, he had been thinking it too. Watching her walk away into the night, he knew he would follow her. But it had to be at a safe distance, lest she hauled off and shot him with the double barrel he knew was hidden beneath her flowing skirts and shift. He longed for the flesh that used to belong to him. No one else would do. He had to have her again...tonight.