You slightly move the covers to see if your still clothes because as far as you can see, Jack isn't. You slight movement awoke Jack. He breathed in sharp and your body went rigid, afraid that. "morning love" jack said in the middle of a yawn. "jack, I know this sounds really stupid, but did, did anything happen last night?" after saying that you realize that if anything did you must have offended him. "No love, you fell asleep and I found you sprawled out ontop of the bed. So I tucked you in. If you think I fell asleep with you like this, thats a no. We must have scooted together whilst we were sleeping."

You realized how warm his body was and how good it felt to be tight in his arms, you head against his chest, you can hear his heartbeat. He puts his hand down and runs his fingers through your hair. "B'lieve me love, if you and I did something last night, you would remember it! He said with a big grin, revealing his few gold teeth. You instinctively put your hand on his jaw line near his neck, stroking it softly, studying his face, looking beyond the beads and coal. He was taken by surprise, never looked by a women with such care and warmth. Realizing you barely know him, you withdraw your hand away much too quickly and stand up out of bed. You look down and realized your in your playboy outfit. Forgetting you were, you shriek and pull the bedsheet up wrapping it around yourself.

Jack sits up and says, "What, see something your dont like?" No, No." you reply "I just, forgot I was wearing.. This. I better change." you say, bending down and pulling out a pair of black and grey army print cargo paints and a black tube top with a mess over shirt. You peer over the bed and Jack. "Jack, could - would you mind turning around as a change?" you ask timidly, hoping for an easy response. Seeing your uncomfortable, He rolls over and says "Sure love. And its Captain! Captian Jack sparrow. Besides, its not like I will see anythng I never have before." He adds with a slight laugh. Watching him the whole time you change quickly and brush your wavy hair. He flops over and says, "Now these are the clothes women should wear." he says. Your not sure if he is sarcastic or not.

Jack rolls off the bed and lands on the floor with a thud. "That'll wake you up!" he says jokingly. He grabs his shirt off the table and puts it on. "Now, we are going to be goin through a tough tough storm today based on last night, So you might just want to stay in the cabin the whole day, besides, the crew would like your top a bit too much! No offense love." Jack adds "None taken. But what am I supposed to do all day? I will get bored!" You complain. "Aww ______ , I'll be here to entertain you!" Smiles jack. This time you smile back.

After jack left, you decided you would just be here the entire day so you changed into your new matching aeropostal sweatshirt and sweatpants. You pull out a deck of cards from your purse and, after making the bead, you lay out a game of solitare. Jack walks in as you are finishing up the game. "Whats that?" he asks curiously. "Oh just a game. So captain jack sparrow, tell me about you! I want to know everything!" You say exuberantly (you love learning about new people!) "Everything?" he askes, surprised and disgusted. "yes!" So he says, "Well, it will take a while, so get comfy!"

He went through his trails and tribulations with you. And you made him promise not to drink rum while he told you because he didn't want him to start making up stuff. You saw that he had much more depth and confusion than he showed on the surface, and you realized that you genuinly started to like him. By the time his story was done you two were sitting across from eachother on the bed. "Jack, your a marvelous man. You should often portray that more!" you say, both of you laughing. "Well love, I want to know about you now. Everything! A fair trade it is."

By the time you are done with your story (how you were so different from the girls in your town and how no boy ever treated you like more than a possesion, just like your family. How your father constantly beat you, how your mother was a slut and you were afraid of turning out like her). And by the end of your story, you two were laying in the bed, under the covers facing each other.

His dark eyes were searching over your face for the worry lines your life imprinted. He slowly brought his hand up to your face, tracing your lips first. Then your face line, then your eyebrows, he gently shut your eyes with his fingers and..