This story takes place after Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, with the idea that Dead Man's Chest will never take place. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: French Men

The heavy door slammed against the bedroom walls as the passionately embraced couple propelled into the barely lit room. His hands roamed all over her body as hers ran through his wavy, dark hair, their lips crushed together as they stumbled further into the room; their bodies so close, the heat between them so intense. They could hear the sweet tune of the town orchestra playing one of Beethoven's romantic symphonies, the agonizingly slow song out of sync with their fast, scandalous movements.

It was a horrible mood killer.

Groaning with frustration as the music rang louder through the room, the man reached behind him and forcefully shut the door. They were encased in darkness as they breathlessly broke free from each other, he intimately leaning his forehead onto hers as they gazed into each other's eyes.

The woman, an English beauty with her chestnut-colored hair flowing gracefully over her shoulders in loose summer curls, brought her hand to the mans lips, tantalizingly tracing it, her gaze never wavering from his. He caught her hands as they began trailing down his neck, and brought it to his lips. He could feel her quiver as he placed butterfly kisses along the palm of her hands, could feel the excitement radiating from her as he lifted her from the floor and pinned her against the cherry-colored door. Her arms gripped his shoulders tightly as he kissed the top of her bosom; her groans of pleasure echoing through the room as his fingers erotically traced circles around her nipples, the friction of her ball gown rubbing against her sensitive skin and his lips on her breasts made her moan with want.

"Oh, Capitaine." she gasped over and over again, as his lips began their slow ascent to her swollen lips. He could feel her bare legs tightening around his waist as he slowly drove her over the edge with his kisses – he wanted to hear her cry his name, wanted to hear her pleasure as he satiated her, wanted to feel the power he had over her.

"Do your Englishmen pleasure you as I do, mon amant? Or is that why you came to my country? Because you were looking for real men?" he whispered into her ear, his French accent more prominent as his need for satiation grew. He watched her as her bosom heaved up and down, her breath coming out in small puffs – she was almost falling out of her floral gown now pushed up to the top of her thighs.

"Don't stop, monsieur. Please,", she said, running her hands through his curly brown hair. "Go on."

" Je m'apelle Henri. Remember it when you scream my name tonight.", he said between kisses as he carried her to his bed in the center of the room. She could feel the muscles in his arms bulge as his hands gripped her thighs, could feel his hard body tighten as she kissed the space below his ear.

"Have I told you how much I enjoy meeting men of high rank in the military? You are all masculine," she whispered into his right ear as she nibbled on his earlobe. "I find it very attractive."

"I find you very attractive." he replied, as he pushed them both onto his bed overflowing with fiery red sheets, grinding his pelvis into hers. "Can you tell?"

She gave no verbal answer, but her hurried actions spoke for her. He chuckled as she ripped his newly pressed uniform shirt apart, the small white buttons flying in every direction as she ran her nails down his muscular stomach. Her fingertips trailed on the edge of his breeches, her hands centimeters away from his hardness. Knowing that it would be over sooner than he'd like if she caressed it, he flipped her on top of him and sat up. Looking into her brown eyes, he could see the hot passion in them as he began unlacing her gown.

"Undress for me." he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with the strength of ten men. "I like to see my women before I bed them."

With a raised eyebrow, the woman rose before him and with swaying hips, walked away from Henri, her back facing him. Hypnotized by her sexuality, Henri licked his lips as his imaginations ran free with dirty thoughts of what he could do to this woman tonight. He caught her devilish gaze as she looked over her shoulder at him, her full, rouge red lips pouting as she spoke.

"Have you ever had an Englishwoman, Henri?"

"Several, but none as lovely as you, mademoiselle."

"Oh?" she questioned as she pulled one arm free from her gown, "So you've been to my country?"

"Yes. Important business with a friend of mine who had some information. We traveled to several cities and the scenery was fantastic, but definitely more enjoyable now." he replied with a smirk on his face as she freed her other arm from her gown. Mon dieu, he thought as she dropped her dress, the woman was all female with her full breasts pushed up from the beige corset, small waist, and thin chemise.

"What sort of business? Military work?" she asked as she began walking back towards him, teasing him by slowly pulling a strap of her chemise down.

"Dangerous work." he replied as he grabbed her and flipped her onto the bed, unwilling to wait any longer to have her. He could feel her breasts crushed up against his chest as he raised her arms above her head on the mattress. He swept down to suckle her full lips, and he could feel her warmth as she wrapped her bare legs around him once more. "Does that excite you?"

"Incredibly." she whispered, her voice husky and laced with sexual tension. She flipped Henri over, this time, sitting on top of him with her legs on either of his sides. "Do you want to know what else excites me?" she asked as she bent down towards him, giving him a full view of her bosom.

"What else excites you?" he asked her, his eyes closed as she placed soft kisses along his neck.

"Hearing a man scream my name."

His eyebrows raised after hearing that – no woman before had ever said that to him before, and he fingered the top of her corset, touching her breast slightly as he asked her his next question, his voice slightly husky.

"And what is your name, mademoiselle?"

She looked at him with her heated gaze as she slowly massaged his scalp with her left hand, a cynical smile plastered onto her face. Bringing her right hand to her back as if to unlace her corset, she wiggled her eyebrows devilishly. Impatient with her slower actions, Henri bent forward to rip the corset from her body when he suddenly felt a stab of pain in the center of his chest.

He gave a slight gasp as the pain increased; he fell backwards from the woman. A knife was protruding from his chest, and blood as red as his sheets poured out of the wound onto his military uniform. He gasped for air as blood filled his lungs, and attempted to push the woman aside to call for help, but the woman grabbed his face and stared straight into his eyes angrily.

"My name is Danielle. Remember it the next time you and your dead friend Gerard betray England, you sodding traitor." she whispered harshly to him as she pulled the knife from his chest and sunk it deep into his heart. "Remember that."

She watched as the life disappeared from his eyes, and pulled the knife from his breathless body once more. She wiped the bloodied knife on his grey uniform, and slid it back into its sheath underneath the back of her corset. Quickly dressing and lacing her gown, she gazed at Henri once more before disappearing into the night filled with soft tunes of romance and hope.

"Causarum justia et misericordia, ne cede malis ac fiat justitia. Volente Deo, vivat Guild." she whispered as she slipped out of his room and walked back downstairs to the dancing crowds.

Her quest was complete for tonight.