Chapter 2

Tomorrow came rather quickly for Amaranth. She had to round up her crew of 'able-bodied' (yeah, right, and cows can fly) men and tell them to take a vacation for a bit and that she would return to Tortuga when she was finished in Port Royal. They, with grins on their faces nodded. She knew she was leaving them, and that they'll be drunk every night until her return, but it was all the same…

She met with Jack Sparrow at the port in Tortuga, inquiring briefly about the whereabouts of Mr. Gibbs, to which she received a vague reply, which included something about sleeping and pigs. She didn't quite care, really.

"That's quite the weapon you have dangling around your very nice waist," Jack Sparrow said, walking past her in a drunken fashion that she thought to be the aftermath of last night's rum. Only later she understood, after a day or so, when she was certain that he was sober, that his way of walking was the norm.

"Oh, um, yes, my father gave it to me when he finished teaching me how to use a sword," Amaranth shrugged, following Jack around the docks. "And where are we going, pray tell?"

"We are looking for a ship to borrow…without permission, that is, unless you are prepared to pay for the ride," Sparrow also had the knack for talking with elaborate hand gestures, Amaranth noted. "Like this one," he pointed to a rather small 'ship', or rather, a big boat.

"Um, well, if it gets us where we're going, then sure," Amaranth said, looking around for some old man yelling loudly that it was his boat. No one came. A relief, nonetheless.

"I am starting to like you," Jack surprised her, making her snap her attention towards his swaying form in the boat. "Other women are so…terribly fragile and law-abiding. You seem to not care at all. Now get in."

Amaranth jumped from the deck to the boat gracefully, landing softly. "And you seem to be quite the enigma, Captain Sparrow," she said, a ghost of a smile crossing her features. Was she already starting to fall for his charming looks and mysterious personality? She shuddered at the thought.

They arrived at the Port on a half sunken boat. What happened was Jack decided to try and carry the anchor from one side to the other because he felt like it, which resulted in him dropping it right smack down in the middle after Amaranth questioned his sanity and he tripped over the rope. The anchor, obviously, smashed through the apparently thin wood of the boat, thus causing a hole. Amaranth then continued to tell Jack how he should be more careful, using a colorful vocabulary that made Jack cock his head sideways and wonder where the woman learned the words.

They docked, or attempted to, but were stopped right at the port by some worker demanding a fee for docking their boat. Amaranth inquired nicely as to what boat the man was referring to, motioning only to a mast of the sunken boat. Then tossing a gold coin onto his book, she winked, saying that he was forgot they were even here. The man raised his eyebrows, smiled at the two, saying "Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. and Mrs. Smith", and walked away. Amaranth was about to say that they weren't married, but was dragged away by Jack Sparrow.

"Now look, love. We arrived at the port, now I need to do some errands and you have your Governor to somehow get to. I guess this is where we part ways, darling, "Jack stopped, facing her. She glared with her metallic blue eye.

"I suppose…Thank you, Captain Sparrow. I guess I am in your debt. I honestly hope we cross paths again," she risked to show the slight smile tugging on the left corner of her lip.

"Smile more, darling," jack smiled back and was walking away. She stared at his back for a few moments, then turned around and headed quickly for the mansion of the Governor, thinking of ways to get through the gate…alive.

Second chapter! Hope ppl like it! Thanks to all who added this story to their favorites and story alerts! :] hope i dont dissappoint. Tell me what you think! i appreciate constructive critisizm.