Chapter 3! Sorry it took so long, fellow readers. But it is HARD to get inspired for this particular story. it needs the right mood. And now that I am in that right mood, the story shall commence!

TALLY HO!

Note: this is after Harkness met Martha. While he had a British accent, he was living in America in San Francisco for 200 odd years waiting for the Doctor. That gave him a bit of an American west coast accent, which doesn't exist at the time of Captain Jack Sparrow. (This may not be fully Cannon, but it's a part of my story.)

Jack Sparrow led Jack/John Harkness to his personal quarters. Gibbs followed him after the captain had caught his eye and motioned with his head to follow with a small tilt. He led the stranger in, and stood by the open door. "I'll be in in a moment mate." He closed the door and spun around to his first mate.

"You won't believe me, but this man has a…a...vessel that is invisible! It's on the beach, he took some of my booze, but that isn't important. We are staying here until further notice." He then slipped into the room. He found the other man curiously studying a very detailed map of the Caribbean that decorated his wall.

"So, Captain Harkness, Jack or John. Whichever you are, I don't recall ever hearing of you." Sparrow walked slowly around the table, picking up his compass, fiddled with it for a moment before lifting his eyes to meet the other man. "Do you work for the East India Trading Company?" Sparrow tried to keep the name as neutral as possible, but he wasn't sure how much poison came out with the name. The other man, whoever he was shook his head with a small smile.

"I don't work for anyone. Haven't for a long time."

"You work alone then?" Sparrow countered. The other man shrugged. "Most of the time." He supplied.

"Why John?" sparrow threw the other man off balance with his question.

"You told ME your name was Jack, but for my crew it's John? Why the change, Captain Harkness?" the other man tilted his head and lowered his chin ever so slightly.

"You wouldn't want your men to call another man Captain Jack, now would you?" he asked. Captain Jack Sparrow took a seat at the table with a grin and motioned that Harkness should take the one opposite. The time traveler complied. Sparrow usually disliked arse-kissers, (A.N. I don't need to explain that one, do I?) But he felt that this man was different. There was something in his smile. He was VERY sure of himself. It was a confidence that few had.

"It takes a Jack to know a Jack." Said Harkness reaching for a dark glass bottle standing at the table, there were others scattered over the table, but the one he reached for was the only bottle standing. He frowned slightly when he looked in and found it empty. His bottom lip moving outward in a slight pout when he saw that all of the other bottles were empty as well.

"Now you see my predicament, Mate." Sparrow said.

"Me crew ran out of alcohol and we needed some badly. Now, what's bothering me isn't the strange garb, the general cleanliness that doesn't happen outside of the royal court or an hour after a wash, the strange accent, the fancy talk, or the invisible vessel, it's the fact that the location was secret, and the few other men that knew of it died a few nights after knowing it." He raised his brows at the other Jack. While those other items WERE scratching at Sparrows curiosity, first things first.

Harkness smiled nervously for a moment, before remembering some wise words of an old thief. "The best way to tell a lie is to stay as close to the truth as possible. Let people fill in their own blanks."

The smile turned into a genuine one as he met the other captain's eyes and told him

"I overheard information about a rumor that wasn't meant for my ears, and found it to be true." Not a word of that was untrue.

"Just where did you overhear this, mate?" Jack sparrow asked, leaning forward in his seat.

"You'd never believe me if I told you." He stated simply. Sparrow noted that the smile had dropped from his face, but the twinkle in his eyes were still there.

"Try me." Sparrow replied simply. He watched as Harkness's face softened and gave him an altogether different look. Jack Sparrow knew that look. He saw it many times in a bar when a smart man looks at the wench he has picked for the night. He knows that he has given that look many times. His brow furrows. Why is this…Captain Jack Harkness giving him the same look? Harkness's brows rise at the scowl he's subject to and holds his palms up facing Sparrow and puts them down on the table in a signal of backing off. The look on his face is gone, replaced with one of curiosity and waiting. Sparrow swallowed as all of his previous thoughts dissolved like a shot of rum in a group of thirsty men.

"Where are you from, Jack?" The clean man shrugged.

"A little place called Bo." He replied. Sparrow narrowed his eyes a bit.

"Never heard of it." He said. "And I've traveled far, mate."

Harkness's smile grew as he said "not as far as Bo." "Is it one of those small English colonies in the Africas?" Sparrow questioned. "No." replied Harkness with a grin.

Sparrow gently tugged one if his beards. "Is it in the green land of ice?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Is it in the ice land that is green?"

"Nope."

"Is it an individual Island of the Caribbean?" This question was a trap. Sparrow knew all the known Islands in the Caribbean. All discovered and colonized land were on maps in his quarters. If this man answered yes, then he was lying. It took a Jack to know a Jack.

Harkness saw the trap and skipped around it.

"Captain, you know as well as I do that there isn't any island named Bo." He scoffed softly. The other captain lowered his head but kept the eye contact.

"I don't think you're from around these parts, mate." He sat forward in his chair.

"I'm not." Was the simple reply. From there a stare-off started. it lasted for ten seconds, neither man giving in. Surprisingly it was Sparrow who gave in.

"Just tell me one thing, mate. What were you planning on doing with the rum?"

"Selling it, and drinking a little." Sparrow nodded. He decided to trust the strange man. He didn't know why, but he trusted his instincts.

"ever been on a pirate ship before?"

Harkness chuckled lightly. "More than one. But never one like this."

"Yes, your invisible vessel. How did you manage to get it on the shore without any trail in the sand?"

"Trade secret." He winked.

"Trade?" Sparrow queried.

"Opportunist."

"You may notice mate, that is what I do." Sparrow told him.

Silence fell in between the two men. It wasn't uncomfortable, as they had both decided to trust each other it was more of a curious silence.

"Do you have anything from this strange land of Bo?" Sparrow asked.

Harkness thought for a moment and rifled around in hi numerous pockets. Sparrow didn't know what most of the items he had on him were. He pulled out a pen. It was a cheap 21st century pen, a box for two dollars. But Sparrow didn't know that. He set it on the table. Sparrow picked it up and turned it over in his hands. He examined the white body and gently tugged on the blue cap. Harkness gently tugged it out of his grip. He reached over to a map on the table and started to write. Sparrow's eyes squinted as he rubbed his fingers over the words after they were written.

"Not charcoal, but ink?" he mumbled.

"Yeah, its ink. Quick drying. It's in a little container in the pen." He wedged his nail under the top and pulled out the ink cartridge.

"And what keeps the ink from falling out all at once?"

Harkness shrugged. "The little ball at the end I think. Keep it. A gift." Sparrow tucked it away into one of his own many pockets.

"I know a business man when I see one. How about you and me do a little?"

"I'm listening."

"People know me, mate, they don't know you. What say you give me a few more of these things from Bo, I sell 'em for a good price to me pals, and we go halfsies on the money and go on our merry ways?" Harkness considered this.

"But I don't want the cash, I want the drink." He explained. Sparrow looked at him like he was brain dead.

"Money can BUY you drink, mate."

"I don't want just any drink, I want the alcohol from the island." Sparrow tugged on his beard. He had half of the drink in his own ship, and cash for a few oddities would be good. He knew of a few gentlemen who were always on the lookout for rare and unique items. For any price, of course.

"Look here mate, you give me what you can, I sell it for the best price, and we haggle at the end for your share of the drink from the island in exchange for the cash I earned, hmm?" Sparrow leaned forward and stuck his hand out to shake.

Harkness looked at the hand and folded his arms, that small, cocksure grin on his face again.

"I don't think so." He said.

"Why not?" Harkness unfolded one arm and pointed at Sparrow.

"Pirate. You'll kill me as soon as I hand over the items." Sparrow couldn't deny that a quarter of his mind was thinking that. The other parts were busy wondering what interesting things this man had. Sparrow stood up , raised one hand and placed the other on his heart.

"I swear on me old mum that I will not harm you." He held out the hand again, tilting his head in an innocent manor. The stranger surprised him again.

"Swear on the pirate code, and you have a deal." Internally, Sparrow let out a string of curses. Once something was sworn on the code, there was no going back on it. No tricks, no crossed fingers, toes, or laces. But Jack's curiosity got the better of him, and he raised his hand once more.

"I so swear on the pirate code, that I nor my men will harm you, before or after the transaction of items and booze." Sparrow saw the other man raised his eyes, thinking over his promise.

"Women too." He interjected. Sparrow was impressed. He hadn't thought about that loophole.

"I so swear that any women too of mine won't harm you." For the second time, the hand went out, and this time, the strange man grasped it firmly.

"Welcome aboard the Black Pearl mate."