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The next thing I knew was that I was sputtering water onto the solid ground. My eyes fluttered open to see Mister Wanted in my face with an arrogant smirk. I narrowed my eyes at him to see him grin wider, finding my angry glare more amusing than what already was entertaining… which of course, I didn't know what was so humorous to him… Or was it that he was insanely mentally ill?

I felt my soft hair sticking to the side of my wet face so I reached up and pushed my black hair away. "Where am I?" I croaked and coughed while I pounded my chest with my hands. I turned over and coughed out more water. I faced him again to examine his features, as he seemed to be scrutinizing me. Dreadlocks… beads… bone? Uh… kohl lined eyes… captivating eyes- wait… scratch that- dark brown eyes… and mustache and a goatee. His overall appearance gave off as a pirate… a very handsome pirate. I choked on my own words but pretended that I was choking from the excess water.

"Aboard the…" he trailed off and looked around him. "Aboard the H.M.S Dreadnought." He smiled brightly and waved his hand, motioning behind him.

I sat up and glanced around to find that I was aboard an empty ship with an absolutely infuriating man. "And how did you manage to knock every single Navy man off?" I queried as he chuckled and arose from the wooden ground besides me. "And mainly, who are you? You act too pompous for my liking." I stuck my tongue out showing my disgust in his egomaniac ways.

"How did I manage to knock every single one of 'em off? 'Cause luv… I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." He said haughtily and flashed a lop-sided smirk. I cringed at the word 'luv' but decided to shake it off because I knew he would tease me. "And since I enlightened you with my name, I think you'd be so kind enough to return the favor, Miss Wanted." He drawled out while one of his hands tugged his goatee.

"But, the thing is," I retorted scathingly, " I'm not the person you would call kind to strangers." For some odd reason, I didn't feel scared to be stuck on a ship alone with a cunning and deceiving womanizer.

"T'is a shame then. I suppose this means that I'll refer to you as 'lovvee'." He mocked. I then knew for sure that he saw my wince earlier when he called me that.

"No one has my trust right away. You have to gain my trust. And to gain my trust you must prove to me that I can trust you. So without my trust, you'll never know my name." I replied and pushed myself off the ground.

"Well then, luv, I be needing your help. You do know how to sail?" he asked and scanned my body up and down as if I didn't notice.

"No." I hissed and folded my arms over my chest seeing that his speculating eyes were lingering there. His eyes then jumped back up and stared into mine.

He let out a long sigh and then groaned. "And I thought you were a pirate." He moaned and started to talk to himself. "But why? 'Cause she's was wearing breeches and had a sword and a pistol and-,"

"Hello. You know I can hear you." I waved my hand in his face to let him notice that I was still standing there.

His eyes then met mine but I kept staring for an unknown reason. I suddenly realized that I had gazed at him for a few minutes so I looked away blushing furiously. I felt my cheeks heat up with pink and I could tell that he was smirking conceitedly. No one had ever made me blush, with that strange tingly and warm feeling creeping up my neck.

"Blushing already and I haven't even said a thing." He chuckled, enjoying my embarrassment.

"Oh don't take my blush so seriously." I retorted trying to cool off. "It's not like it is any different than any other blushing woman."

"But it is." He grinned smugly and walked to the stairs that led to the helm.

"Mister Sparrow, where'd you think you're going?" I demanded.

"Someone has to steer this ship." Jack laughed and swaggered away whistling a tune… I didn't realize how annoying that tune was until later… I walked into the captain's quarters and hoped to find a pair of dry clothing.


"Drink up me 'earties, yo ho!" Jack bellowed in an off-tune voice. I grimaced at his tone realizing that he was drunk. "'Ello, darling!" he smiled unevenly and slung his arm over my shoulders. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for meeeee!" he drawled out. I stared into his dark brown eyes seeing that they were opaque and glazed with drunkenness.

I shrugged off his arm and walked to the door hoping to escape him but he followed. "'Scuse me but I think I need some time alone." I said politely but I was snorting mentally in my head.

"Ooohh but I think you already had enough time alone. What were ye doing when I was steering this ship?" he retorted with a silly smirk.

"I need MORE time alone." I snapped, putting emphasis on 'more'. What was it going to take for him to become sober? Or was he ever really sober? I faced the door and put my hand on the handle, ready to pull the door open.

"But- I am in dire need of some lovely company." He pouted and slid between the door and me. He stuck out his lower lip and looked at me with huge innocent… those devilish and devious eyes.

"Sorry Jack but you're drunk." I pushed him aside and opened the door to have it shut again. I glared angrily at Jack as he smiled and stepped right in between the door and me.

"Drunk? When am I ever not drunk?" he laughed manically. He then started to sing from wherever he had left off, "- we're devils and black sheep and really baaaaad egguhs- Come on, luv, sing with me!"

I couldn't help but think that he was such a bloody blighter… I sighed as he held up a rum bottle trying to make me drink the contents inside. "No thank you." I shook my head and walked away from the door. If he wasn't going to let me escape, then I might as well do something else.

"Why not?" He pursued me again, trailing me at my heels.

"Because, it's disgusting!" I shouted as he cradled his rum bottle to his chest. "It makes you do things that are indescribably horrid!"

"Horrid?" He gasped, appalled with my outburst of rum.

"Yes! Horrid! Rum is horrid!" I replied and sauntered back to the door as he continued to chase me.

"Horrid!" He exclaimed hysterically. "You think rum is horrid? Ha! Fancy that! She thinks rum is horrid! Horrid, just plain horrid! Well you know bloody what! It's not horrid! It taste- tastes good!"

"Ha!" I scoffed and yanked the door open ferociously. "It taste rotten and vile and turns the most honorable men into crooks!"

"So what! IT TASTE BLOODY GOOD!" he bellowed angrily as I slammed the door in his face.

"Hmph!" I pouted and stomped to the unattended helm. "Bloody despicable, rotten, disgusting, filthy, morbid, pirate. He doesn't even know the rum is making him all so insane." I said to myself. A second later, Jack burst out of the room and scanned the deck and when he saw me, he stalked towards me.

"I don't know why ye dislike rum so much, seeing that rum is absolutely delicious." He said and slipped his arm around my waist thinking he was sly.

"Hah! You think you're clever." I snorted and pushed him off of me. "Try again Mister Sparrow. I am going to retire for the night and I bid you good night." I said trying to stop him from his rant about rum. I walked down the stairs to hear him follow me again. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked without halting to look behind me.

"Going to sleep." He replied nonchalantly.

I mentally groaned and headed for the sleeping quarters of where the regular crew would sleep. I let out a long sigh still hearing his boots stepping on the wood.

"You know it would be more comfortable for you to sleep in the captain's quarters instead of on this smelly ol' cot- seeing that you are an injured woman and an injured woman must require the proper care for her injuries otherwise she will be in dreadful and ghastly pain." He spoke smoothly and gave me a toothy grin.

"Why thank you Mister Sparrow, I'd gladly take the whole room for myself." I smiled sweetly.

"Now wait a second, I never said that I wasn't going to be excluded from my room." He argued as I rolled my eyes. "I was saying that you could join me in my cabin."

"Nice try again, Mister Sparrow, but with you in there, unfortunately, I would not get enough rest for my injuries because," I replied watching his grin grow, thinking I meant something else, " you would be entirely distracting with your putrid odor." I finished with a grin of my own. I watched his smile turn into an upset frown. I could hardly contain myself from laughing.

"Very funny." He stomped his foot childishly. "Fine! If you don't want to sleep in the cabin then I will!"

"Oh so you were saying that I was going to sleep there alone?" I retorted while I laughed.

"No!" he pouted and angrily stomped away, his foot thumping loudly against the wood planks.

"Have fun by your onesies!" I sarcastically shouted after him and heard a loud thump and a 'ow' to follow. I peeked out through the doorway and saw Jack lying on the stairs, his head facing down. I chuckled to myself and jumped on my rocking cot to have myself fly onto the ground. "Ouch." I hissed in pain and saw Jack pop his head back into the room.

"Hah! That's what you get." He mocked and ran away to his room.

"Very funny!" I growled as his laugh carried through the air. "I will get you back!" I screamed as he slammed the door to his cabin. I removed myself from the ground and carefully climbed onto the hammock trying not to tip it over but it did anyways. I clutched the hammock as I almost tipped over with it once more. I grunted irately as I tried to fix the hammock but it kept tipping and flipping over. "Grrr!" I threw up my hands in exasperation. Maybe Jack was sleeping by now in that nice comfy bed, dreaming of… who knows what. I tried to sleep on another hammock but it ended up to be the same, with me on the ground. I felt a couple of bruises forming on the spots where I had collided against the ground when I fell.

After an hour, I gave up trying to sleep on a hammock and dragged myself sleepily to the deck. I saw an orange light illuminating from the captain's quarter indicating that Jack was still awake. "Bloody rum-soaked pirate." I grumbled and headed for his room. I slowly opened the door to see him sitting in the bed with a roguishly handsome grin spread across his face.

"I'd knew you'd come to join me in my quarters." He smiled somewhat maliciously. "So… D'ye fancy any side? Or my lap is available."

I suddenly realized what he did. He planned it all out on purpose. "You did that on purpose!" I shouted as he feigned an innocent look.

"Did what?" he asked, pretending he didn't know what I was talking about. I knew that he knew exactly what I was talking about.

"You rigged all those hammocks!" I narrowed my raging eyes at him. "You set me up so I would come to your room and sleep!"

"DID NOT!" he said in a high-pitched voice.

"Did too!" I replied and rubbed a bruise my sore arm.

"Did not and did not! I bet you anything." He smirked confidently.

"Fine! I bet you that you did mess with those hammocks! And if I win I get the captain's quarters to myself." I matched his smirk.

"And if I win, you better pucker up for a kiss. To be more explicit, you have to kiss me on the lips for a minute!" he laughed mockingly. I was going to prove to him that I knew he had rigged those hammocks.

"A minute!" I gasped with disgust.

"Aye. It's the same as stealing my room!" he stuck his tongue out.

"Fine! We have an accord!" I walked over to him and stuck out my hand as he grasped it and shook it.

"We have an accord!" he repeated in that velvety voice of his.

"I know you rigged them otherwise you wouldn't be smiling like that!" I pointed out but he rebutted my sentence.

"What's wrong with smiling? I smile all the time! Cheerful and blithe! Jaunty and sprightly! What's not to be smiling 'bout?" he smiled again.

"But all this time I was in this cabin and you were out somewhere. You were fixing the hammocks so they would tip over." I refuted thinking I was going to win.

"Nah, I was steering the ship." He said and got off the bed before circling around me.

"Oh really? You could have put a rope on the wheel. And besides, you are completely denying the truth with your dishonest facts." I started to walk around so Jack wasn't circling me so predatory like.

"Me dishonest?" he said as if I were accusing him of a crime he didn't commit.

"Yes you." I said hotly. "A pirate is always dishonest, and you Mister Sparrow are very dishonest."

"Now what made you think that? Have I ever done anything to you for you to believe that I am dishonest?" he replied and cornered me against the wall.

"As I said, you have to gain my trust to believe you are completely honest." I hissed as he pinned me against the wall with his body.

"Oh really?" he puffed hot air against my lips.

"Yes." I smiled and leaned forward so my lips almost touched his. I looked at his lips and I pulled back as he tried to claim my lips. I slid away from him and continued on with the argument. "Seeing that I won, you may leave." I opened the door and beckoned him out.

"And how do you know if you won?" he smiled sinisterly.

"I already told you." I snapped as he walked towards me. I immediately pushed him outside and slammed the door shut and locked it. I grinned triumphantly and eyed the bed with greed. I didn't bother to remove my effects for the bed looked so inviting... I flopped on the soft cushions as sleep drove my conscious away.


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