Disclaimer: I STILL don't own anything involving Pirates of the Caribbean. All I own is Adrianna Sommers and her attiude.

Chapter 2- In which Adrianna and Will have a Disagreement and Come to Some Hard Conclusions

After 5 weeks on the Black Pearl, Adrianna had decided that the life of a pirate was far superior to the life of a tavern girl. For one, although the crew members had been a bit wary of her in the beginning, they had been far less annoying to her than the patrons of the tavern. Also, being a cook on the boat was remarkably similar to cooking on land, other than the continuous rocking of the ship which managed to spill everything off of the counters if she didn't pay enough attention.

It was on one of the occasions that had Adrianna sitting on the floor attempting to gather the potatoes that had hurled themselves away from her after a particularly vicious rock off the ship. On her hand and knees, Adrianna was basically crawling on the floor looking for one of the potatoes, when a pair of boots entered her vision. Inwardly groaning, she stood up to see the smirking face of Jack Sparrow.

"Well, love, as much as I know you respect and adore me, getting on your knees in front of me is a tad bit extreme." Ignoring him, Adrianna stood up and wiped off her breaches.

"Well, captain, I wouldn't be crawling on the ground if you didn't have the absurd enjoyment of steering this boat into every wave you could possibly find on this ocean." Jack smiled, falling into the familiar routine.

From the moment she had stepped on the ship, Adrianna and Jack had been harassing and teasing each other day and night. It seemed that the more time they spent together, the more they nagged and bothered each other. The crew members even had a running bet on how long the two of them would last without jumping each other, the longest bet being 8 months.

Smiling back at Jack, Adrianna twirled away from him to the cupboards.

"Now captain, I would kindly ask you to leave the kitchens unless you plan on helping me with something, as I will never get anything done with you here"

"And why is that, love? Do I distract you? Make you nervous?" And so, Adrianna chased Jack from the kitchens brandishing a wooden spoon as her weapon, and significantly lowered the bet from 8 months to 6.

Later that week

Adrianna was sitting in the lookout at the top of the ship, staring out at the sea. Will had been driving her insane with his complete inability to stop talking about Elizabeth. She was obviously not jealous of the girl, but no one could be that perfect. Also, hearing him talk about how in love he was with her was grating on her nerves, and making her think about whether or not she would ever be that in love with someone. A shout from below brought her out of her musings.

"Oi, love, whatcha doin' up there?" Adrianna smiled as Jack yelled up the ladder. Although he annoyed her to no end, she had to admit that he did in fact care what happened to her, even if it was just that he didn't want to have to end up cooking for himself and the crew. Laughing at the image of Jack attempting to work a stove, she failed to notice him climbing up the ladder until he spoke into her ear.

"Well, darling, how many times do I have to ask, what are you doing up here?" Jumping into Jack at the surprise, both of them went tumbling on the space of the lookout's floor. Looking up at him, Adrianna was amused to notice that they had, once again, landed on top of each other. Meanwhile, Jack was looking down at her, and thinking about how much he really liked the way they were sitting right now.

"Captain, I would really enjoy it if you removed yourself from my person."

Smirking Jack leaned closer to her and spoke into her ear. "Now, love, why would I do that, when I am quite comfortable with your underneath me?"

And so once again, Jack ended up with a handprint on his face and a grin that could light up the sky.

Later in the Day

Adrianna was, once again, sitting down in the kitchens when yet another unplanned visitor came by.

"If you want food, wait till dinner. If you want company, go somewhere else. I'm busy." Without looking up, she continued to chop away at the foods in front of her.

"I'm sorry, miss, but I was wondering if you could help me with something." Adrianna groaned and looked up as she heard Will's voice. Previously that day, the two had gotten into a mild disagreement about whether or not Will really had enough to base his feeling about Elizabeth on. Obviously, he was there to grill her about why she didn't think his feelings were real.

"Alright, but make it quick unless you don't want any food tonight." Will frowned, wondering how to start. He decided to just go with his nature and get to the point.

"Why do you not believe that Elizabeth and I will work? What is it that makes you doubt my feelings?"

"The fact that you know nothing about her." Her response was immediate, and Will was annoyed with it. Of course he knew about Elizabeth!

"Of course I know about her! I know her mother left her when she was a small child, I know she's the governor's daughter, I know she's always wanted a life without having to be looked at like she has no will of her own."

"Well, what's her favorite color? Favorite food? Do you know what she enjoys doing? Does she confide in you, do you know her secrets? I didn't think so. And all you have to base your love off of is a few short encounters and the fact that she saved you from drowning. Do you even know anything about her"

And so Will left the kitchens, a little doubtful about his feelings, and more than a little annoyed with a certain cook.

Meanwhile

Unkown to the duo arguing in the kitchens, Jack was sitting at the top of the steps, listening to Adrianna rant.

"Do you even know anything about her?"

That sentence hung inside his head, wandering around and crowding his thoughts so much that he almost missed the sound of Will tromping up the stairs.

Well, Jack thought, I had better get to know her, shouldn't I?

And so the Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, terror of the seas, began his task of learning more about Adrianna Sommers, the cook on the Black Pearl.

A/N: So I have officially become one of those updaters I really hate. You know, the ones who update in periods of like months? Yah, sorry about that…..anyways, here's the chapter. And remember to click that little button down there. You know you want to.