Chapter 2

"But that's not fair!" Katrice shouted. Zach looked at her, apologetically, as he opened the cell and pushed her in. She turned to him as he closed the door.

"I don't even get my own cell?" She asked, motioning to the man.

"Sorry." Zach said. Katrice stuck her tongue out at him, slumping down against the bars. She put her head between her knees but could feel herself being watched.

"What are you looking at?" She asked. The man chuckled, standing up and sauntering towards her. He then seated himself, cross legged, in front of her.

"Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what do you want?" Katrice asked, not bothering to look at the man.

"Just yer name, love." Katrice looked at him.

"Katrice." She said, holding out a hand. Jack took it, turning it over and brushing his lips to the underside of her wrist. She forced herself not to smile.

"And you?" She asked, pulling back her hand.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, love. Ye might have heard o' me." Jack said, grinning. Katrice put a finger to her chin before stroking an imaginary beard.

"Nope, don't think so." She said. Jack frowned but edged closer to her.

So, love, would ye like to tell me what I'm doin' here?" Katrice looked to him, uninterestedly, although she dreaded telling him.

"Would you like to stop calling me love?"

"I will if ye will, love."

"Fine. Well last night I kinda ran into you and you scared me 'cause you were drunk so I hit you over the head and you fell down and hit your head on a rock and were unconscious and Dylan was gonna leave you but I thought it might get you killed so I brought you with us." She said, without a breath. Jack looked at her, curiously.

"Oh, right. Now, don't take this wrong, love, uh, Katrice, but ye don't exactly seem the pirate type. What actually got ye into pirating?" Katrice shrugged, relieved but somewhat puzzled that the captain had taken her explanation so well. Maybe he was used to it, waking up in different places than where he fell asleep, she thought, smiling.

"Long story."

"We got all day."

"Not if I can help it. They won't get a decent meal 'til I'm out." She said, pulling her hair out of the messy bun. Jack watched her until the door opened. Dylan walked in, smiling smugly.

"Now can I steer the stupid ship?" Katrice asked. Dylan sighed.

"There wasn't a reef on the map!" He said, his voice high-pitched, imitating Katrice. Katrice crossed her arms over her chest.

"That was one time and there wasn't a stupid god damned reef now let me out." Jack cleared his throat. Katrice pointed to him.

"And him. Let us out or…or…I'm telling!" Jack put his head in his hands. What a great threat! It seemeed to Jack that Katrice, how ever pretty, was a childish spoilt brat.

"Ah, baby sister, you always were great at the threatening thing. I'll let you out when you calm down." Dylan said, walking away. Katrice screamed at him to come back but to no avail.

"So you're his baby sister. That's interesting." Katrice glared at Jack.

"Don't remind me. I want out!" Jack grinned.

Well, I got just the idea. You pretend you are being attacked and yer brother rushes down and saves ye, the damsel in distress. Then later ye get the keys and get me out, savvy?" Katrice grinned, flicking her hair.

"Savvy. We make a good team, Mr, uh, Captain Sparrow."

"Aye, we do, love. And call me Jack." Katrice put up a finger.

"Okay, Jack, but only if you call me Katrice."

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"Right, if you want me to stop all you have to do is whisper it, savvy?" Jack asked.

"Savvy." Katrice replied. Jack pinned Katrice to the wall, her arms above her head. He grinned at her, showing several gold teeth.

"Ready, steady, scream." He whispered and almost immediately Katrice screamed, loudly. Jack pressed his lips against hers hard as he heard men run down the brig steps. Katrice suddenly found herself responding, moving her tongue against his. He smiled against her but continued until he was, roughly, yanked away by two burly men. Dylan rushed to his sister's side.

"Are you okay?" Katrice put on a sad look.

"He…he…" She whispered, throwing herself into her brother's arms, fake tears cascading down her cheeks. Dylan patted her back but his attention was on Jack.

"Touch my sister again and I'll keel haul you." He said, taking Katrice up the stairs. She glanced back to Jack, a sly smile on her pretty face.

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"Jack? Jack?" Katrice whispered as she walked, silently, up to the bars, candle in hand. She could see his outline, his hat tipped over his eyes and his knees pulled up to his chin, he looked rather resigned. She placed the key in the lock and clicked it open. Jack looked up but as he did Katrice gasped.

"Oh my God, Jack! Oh, this is my fault. I'm so sorry." She whispered. She put a soft hand on his cheek, running her fingers over his face. He tried to grin.

"Don't worry, lass. Only a couple of black eyes, nothing I haven't had before." He said, wincing. Katrice frowned.

"I'm so sorry." Jack nodded, picking himself up off the floor and following Katrice out of the cell and up the steps. She put a finger to her lips as they sneaked along the corridor to her room. Once inside Katrice breathed a sigh of relief, placing the candle on the desk.

"You can take the bed. I'll have the floor again." She said, walking away. Jack grabbed her arm.

"Ye have yer bed, love. I'll have the floor."

"But you're hurt and seems it's my fault you should have the bed."

"No. It's yours." Jack said, pulling off his shirt and lying on the blankets on the floor. Katrice frowned, trying desperately not to look at his chest. She put her hands on her hips before also lying on the blankets on the floor. Jack eyed her, curiously.

"What ye doin', love?" He asked. Katrice smiled at him.

"If you don't have the bed then no one will." She said, pulling the blankets around her and rolling over, her back to Jack. Jack shrugged, pulled the blankets around himself and put his back to hers. Katrice shivered as Jack touched her.

"I can feel your heartbeat." She whispered. Jack smiled.

"And I can feel yours. I know a very good way to make it go faster, love." He drawled, turning to her. She turned to him, feeling his breath on her face.

"And how would that be, Captain?" Jack grinned, putting a hand on her waist and trailing it down to her hip. She leaned closer to him and as his lips brushed hers she pulled back, putting a hand on his bare chest.

"Nice try, Captain Sparrow, but I'm not that stupid."

"Call me Jack, love." He whispered, his voice husky. Katrice grinned.

"Only if you call me Katrice, Jack." She whispered back, rolling back over.

"Goodnight, Katrice." He whispered, his breath tickling her neck. Katrice smiled to herself before falling asleep, the pirate captain beside her.

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