"Rosie? Roseanne?"

A calloused finger prodded her shoulder. "Oi!"

Roseanne sat up with a start at the shout. Her sudden movement threw the figure off balance, the maddened wave of arms synchronized with the shuffle of feet managed to keep the shadow upright; barely.

"Captain Jack?" Roseanne addressed the swaying figure.

"Aye, I be wanting me bed back."

Roseanne apologized and stood up, watching Jack brush past her and lie back on his no longer occupied bed.

"There's a spare hammock or two should ye be wanting to get some more sleep below deck, love." Jack mentioned as he fumbled with the sheets. "Unless of course you be wanting to accompany your humble captain."

Jack's charming grin fell from his face as he watched Roseanne decline his offer and walk out of the door.

"Well that's never happened before." The ego-wounded pirate proclaimed.

Roseanne climbed the steps out of the cabins quarters and up on to the silhouetted deck. It was late into the night; Roseanne had fallen asleep throughout the day from the exhaustion of running from her home. Her home seemed so far away as she looked around at the glorious vessel which towered over her.

A tall black mast held safe thick ebony sails, stained with the tales of many extravagant battles. As she climbed father up the steps she looked behind and saw the dominant shadow of the ship's wheel, its significance one of status and freedom.

She relished the feeling as her bare feet were soothed by the damp decking as she wandered toward the bow of the ship. The wind toyed with the wisps of hair that had fallen from her tight knit bun, its soft fingers playing with the folds of her dress. Roseanne inhaled the crisp sea air as she placed her hands upon the steady railings and looked out at the inky ocean. Its body captured the reflection of the luminous full moon and danced about its silvery light, it was as though the sea was holding a giant pearl just under its surface. A fantastic treasure which glittered in Rosanne's eyes.

Roseanne looked up to the sky and marveled at the amount of stars she could see, the clear atmosphere revealed each lustrous lamp, unlike the smoky view Roseanne had at home. Her awe was depicted in an ecstatic grin on her face, she felt the breeze curse through her veins, and with no-one on deck she twisted and turned, letting the wind take her imagination. She was free.

She sighed happily and returned to the comforting point at the bow of the ship, leaning over the thick railing and touching the air. Pure air, not poisoned by the smog of industry. Roseanne placed her feet back on deck, shivering at the ecstasy she felt. She turned to admire the view of the beautiful ship she being escorted on, circling into the gaze of Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Jack!" She exclaimed in surprise. "I thought…"

"You thought wrong, but y'see I happened to think right. I knew you would be thinking of how beautiful the Pearl is, but not think to how very chill this 'ere night is, savvy?"

Roseanne nodded in vague comprehension.

"Is it always this alluring?" Roseanne whispered, spinning back toward the giant moon.

"Aye." Jack replied simply.

Roseanne broke the enchanting silence as she shifted back to Jack "It's magnificent."

Roseanne didn't falter from her gaze at the pirate stood before her, his warm hazel eyes enticed her. His very stature reminded her of the sea, his character and independence, and the way that every time she looked at him, she felt an added feeling run through her existence, a feeling as great as the freedom she felt when she looked at the surrounding ocean. He even had a faint smell like salt water. Roseanne awoke from her enchantment. She could smell him? She blinked as she realized Jacks nose was brushing hers, his hand poised by her cheek, his eyes; not gazing into her own, but looking out at the sea.

"That's not right"

"What's not right?" Roseanne blushed, feeling very body conscious.

"There's a ship."

"Oh…what?!"

"Right there!"

Roseanne looked in the direction Jack was pointing. "So there is!"

"Aye!" Jack grinned, glad to know he wasn't seeing things.

"Jack, that there ship has its cannon's drawn."

"Aye…it has its cannons drawn." The smile dropped from his face he pranced down the deck yelling for every scurvy seadog to raise from his slumber.