Hello everyone! Hope you are all having a good time right now. My life's been hectic with all of the work I've had with finals. For those of you who hadn't seen my update, I managed to lose this chapter last month but after searching through a bunch of old school work I found it! As a thank you for all of you who have waited so patiently for an update I'll be posting chapter 3 today and chapter for between Saturday and Tuesday!

Enjoy my friends
~Mekana


Jim and Jack sat at the dark oak table bolted to the floor of Claire's cabin, "Captain Jack, will she be alright?" Jim glanced at the girl with a frown, the normal glint in his eyes missing at the moment.

"Why? Do you like her, boy?" Jack chuckled.

"Um, no sir. But she's been in my life since the day I was born. Losing her would be devastating."

Jack slapped the smaller boy on the back, lightly, yet still managing to jostle his small body, "She'll be fine. It's just a chill." He stood and placed a hand on Claire's still-frozen cheek. He frowned at the unchanged temperature but quickly turned back to Jim with a smile, "See? She's already warming up. How 'bout you go get some rest? I'll watch over her tonight."

"Alright, sir." Jim ran off and shut the door. Jack let out a guilty sigh. For the passed hour, he'd been tossing over his talk with Claire on deck. She was trying to prove to him that just because she was a woman didn't mean she wasn't fit to be a captain. She could handle the storm and the extreme weather as well as any man. Jack felt it was his own fault that she'd pushed herself so far to the point of hurting her own health.

And now, Claire laid lifeless in her bed. She wasn't retaining heat so the blankets around her weren't warming up, and the temperature had dropped with the storm. There was no heat to warm her up so her temperature only dropped lower.

Sparrow felt it was his responsibility to get her back to a healthy temperature. He was the only source of heat available so he began to remove Claire's sopping wet corsett, shirt, and pants, leaving only her undergarments to hide her body. Then, he removed his own wet clothing and climbed under the covers next to her, pulling her tightly against his body.

A chill ran down his spine but he did his best not to pull away and instead brought her closer. He would have been rather hard in his trousers if Claire's body temperature weren't freezing any enjoyment of the situation out of his body. He couldn't shake the haunting thought that she wouldn't warm up and laid restlessly with a large, concerned frown on his face. It wasn't until hours later when Jack heard a quiet wimper and Claire's body rolled to push her cheek against his warm chest that he was able to shut his eyes and allow sleep to consume him.

Morning came all too soon when Claire stirred and blinked her eyes open against the bright sun. The air was cool causing Claire to shove herself back into the blankets to hazily seek out the warmth underneath. It wasn't until a hand lipped over her waist and a burly groan left the mouth inches away from her that she woke and realized her situation. She was almost completely nude pressed against the equally bare body of the pirate infamous for his numerous scandals with unclean women and possibly some men.

Her mind rushed to remember last night. She remembered steering the ship into a nasty storm and later an argument with Sparrow but nothing more. Had he drugged her? Or maybe he got angry at her and knocked her out for an easy night. She shot out of bed and jumped to her feet making Jack wake with a startle and tumble to the floor.

"What the hell did you do to me, Sparrow?" She fumed as Jack sat up with a groan.

"Now, Love, there's no need to yell this early in the morning. What's the matter?" His voice was raspy and his eyes were bloodshot. He tried to keep his eyes on her own hazel ones but found in difficult as the continued to drift over her formfitting undergarments.

"That's what's the matter!" She pointed to the swell in his boxers and roughly grabbed his face to keep his eyes locked on hers, "Look in my eyes, Sparrow. What did you do to me last night?"

Jack looked back to her eyes, now more interested in the intense fire being stoked behind them, "Nothing, Claire. You were freezing so I slept with you to warm you up-" that didn't come out the way he planned.

"Slept with me?" A sting covered his cheek as she swiftly slapped him, "I knew it, you bastard!"

"No, Love, not like that! You had hypothermia. Froze you half to death so I shared my body heat to keep you alive!" He stood and reached for her shoulders.

She swatted his hands away and grabbed her coat to tie it tightly around her body, "Don't feed me your lies. Thomas, Quinn!" She called out the door. Thomas and a burly man rushed in, "Take Mr. Sparrow to the brig. He'll be staying there until we arrive at our next stop."

"Stubborn wench. Why won't you just believe me?" The crewmen began to tow him off, "I'm telling you the truth! I saved your bloody life!"

She slammed the door open and looked into his dark brown eyes, "And why did you? Any other pirate would have just left me to die. It would have been the perfect opportunity to steal my ship and last I checked you are notorious for doing just that."

Jack released a heavy sigh and dropped his head, "I felt it was my fault it happened to you."

"Your fault?"

"I can tell you're trying to prove to me that you're a tough enough captain. I should have just allowed you to sail your ship, it wasn't my place to try to take over. Just seeing you so lifeless, it worried me. And this," he gestured to his half naked body, "Was the only thing I could think of to help."

"Bullshit." the men tossed Jack into a cell and ran off, "All you've ever said has been bullshit."

"What will I take to get you to believe me?"

"I'd have to see it with my own eyes. But seeing as you're trapped in here for the remainder of your short journey, I don't believe you'd be showing me anything."

"What about De Muerta? If you kick me off, how are you going to make it there?"

"It'll just be a sacrifice I'll have to make. Now, we'll be arriving at a small island in 10 hours. There are no other ships for you to board and the closest colony to the island is 32 miles away. In essence, you'll be trapped."

"Wait! Please believe with I say,"

"You've given me absolutely no reason to believe you. You're a fraud and a liar and I won't tolerate it on my ship." She briskly walked up the stairs.

"Claire!" Jim came running to her, "Where's Captain Sparrow? Quinn said you'd locked him up." Jim was flustered and his eyes were as bloodshot as Jack's were.

"Aye, I did lock him up as he well deserves. Have you been sleeping alright?"

"But why?" Jim ignored her question, "What has he done?"

"It's none of your concern what he's done"

"What are you hiding? You've never kept something from me. Tell me, what happened?"

"He raped me, Jim!" She ground her teeth to stop from screaming at the younger pirate, "He took me to my cabin last night and raped me! He made up some awful excuse that he saved me from hypothermia."

"What but how are you so sure he raped you?"

"I woke up undressed with him laying next to me. I think that's evidence enough."

"But that's not right." Jim trailed off in thought. Claire turned and headed for her cabin, "Wait! Claire, you don't understand! Jack's telling the truth! You really did have hypotherm-" Claire slammed the door and disappeared to the confinement of her room.

Jim rushed downstairs to find Jack slumped over on the hay covered floor. His dreads hung in his eyes as he spun his hat in his hands. He murmured softly to himself, almost arguing over something.

"Captain Jack?" Jim asked lightly in his childish voice. He was over 15 years younger than the infamous captain and felt slightly intimidated by him. "Did you sleep with Captain Claire after we left you to watch her?"

"By George, boy, of course not!" He stood to tower over Jim's short height. "I may be a pirate captain but I do have respect enough for women not to rape them in their sleep!"

"Aye, then what happened that's upset her?"

"She believes I slept with her when I bloody hell did not, but she won't listen to a word I say."

"She ignored me as well. We need to clear your name before she throws you off."

"And how do you suppose we do that?"

"Well, we'll just have to get her to believe you."

"That's impossible." He sighed, "I could she her Davey Jones's Locker and she still wouldn't believe me."

"What if we just made her believe you hadn't raped her?"

"That would be ideal in my situation. What do you have in mind?" It was silent for a moment as Jim sorted through his thought.

"Captain, are you a good betting man?" Jim smiled and Jack quickly caught on.


Comment and review please :D I'm searching for a new song for this story so for those of you who are interested, the artist and song title will be put in the summary. Thanks eveyone!

~Mekana