Chapter 4

Moonie rolled her eyes, "Don't be crude," she muttered. "Come on now this has been fun pretending and all with you but I've got a serious headache and all I really want to do is go home," she sighed.

Jack looked at her and then sat back down behind his desk and propped his feet up. "And where would home be love?" he asked.

"The U.S," she replied.

Jack furrowed his brows. "The U.S. Where in the bleedin' hell is that?"

Moonie looked at him like he was from Mars, "You were born in Kentucky love surely you've not lived in France so freaking long that you've forgotten how to get to the US you own a home in LA," she said exasperated. Jack held up his hand. "France, ah the dancing girls," he said smiling. "They don't wear any knickers ye know." He looked at her and saw she wasn't smiling. "Quit frowning at me love."

"Quit acting like a buffoon," she glared.

"I think I need a drink," he said and got up to find a bottle of rum. There was a knock on the door.

"Ah, Mr. Gibbs, do ye know where I might find some rum?" he asked.

"Captain, what do ye plan on doing with , um," Mr. Gibbs said and with a nod of his head towards Moonie. "Her."

Jack turned. "I'm not really sure," he said. He leaned closer to Gibbs. "I think she's a bit daft in me opinion."

Moonie stormed to the door, "I may be daft but I'm not deaf... please will someone just tell me how I can get to the airport... I need to catch my flight," she said without being sure what day it was.

Gibbs looked at her like she was totally off her rocker. "Aye Captain. Daft indeed," he said.

"Set course for Cuba," Jack said and shut the door, turning to face her. "I don't even want to know what an airport is," he said. "Now, as pretty as that frock of yours is love. I don't think ye want to be parading on deck with it." He strode towards a tall wardrobe. "Perhaps there is something in here for ye to wear."

Moonie couldn't believe what he was telling her, "Cuba! Are you trying to get us killed!"

Jack turned to her and threw her a pair of breeches and a shirt that belonged to some cabin boy he'd had in the past. "What's wrong with Cuba?" he asked. Now he knew she really must be daft.

Moonie sighed, "Castro for one... drug dealers for another, damn communist society... do you ever see the news," she asked.

Jack moved so that he was standing in front of her. "Look, love," he said with emphasis. "I've never heard of this Castro person before. I don't know what drug dealers are or even what a communist is. We are going to Cuba for a little pillaging. It is very good for Spanish gold." He could see the look of disbelief on her face. "Now, since I was so good enough to save you from the vultures of Tortuga. I expect to be repaid." he said and made his way to the door.

Moonie went to the door, "I'm not going anywhere, except home," she said moving to leave.

Jack turned and blocked her way. He took a hold of her upper arms and picked her up and carried her to the center of the cabin. "See here now missy. I am Captain Jack Sparrow and ye will do exactly as I say. Savvy"
Moonie, "

And you hear me you overpaid over actor... I just went through a messy divorce so handling the likes of a jackass is something I'm well acquainted with... now if you don't let me out of this room I swear to you I will slap your ass with a law suit that will leave you wishing you'd never started this game... and I will win Mr. Depp because I know people," she growled and once again moved for the door.

She was quick, but Jack was quicker. "I've never had my arse slapped before," he said and then winked at her. "My face yes." He grabbed her hand as she lifted it to slap him. "Now either ye get dressed like I said, or ye and that pretty frock ye have on will end up in the brig. In separate cells." He grabbed her other hand and held both of them behind her back. "Now, ye are too beautiful to be put in the brig love," he said looking at her. "I promise to get ye home, just as soon as I take care of a little unfinished business in Cuba."

Moonie looked up at him, now she was scared. "You wouldn't dare," she hissed trying to get loose from his grip.

Jack leaned in closer to her and held her hands tighter behind her back. "I'm a pirate love," he said. "I dare to do anything."

Moonie leaned back, he smelled... reeked actually of rum. "All right, all right just let me go," she said.

Jack loosened his hold on her, but only slightly. He had the fleeting urge to kiss her. "Are ye frightened love?" he asked.

Moonie narrowed her eyes at him, "No are you," she asked defiantly.

Jack was surprised, but didn't show it by her comment. He smirked at her. "Nothing frightens me love," he said and kissed her before turning and leaving. Locking the door behind him. He headed up to the deck. Questions running through his mind about the beautiful woman he now had locked in his cabin.

Moonie stood shocked by his kiss. She knew he'd locked her in, so she picked up her cell phone and tried again to no avail. Think Moonie, what is going to get you out of this? She thought and it came to her, snatch that stupid wig off his head and maybe he'd snap out of it.

She decided she did feel a little exposed in the dress so she put on the pants and shirt he'd tossed on the bed for her. She sat at the desk and layed her head on folded arms and cried.

"So, um Jack, what is it ye plan on doin' with her?" Gibbs asked.

"She's going to Cuba with us," Jack said. "For some odd reason, I think she needs me."

Gibbs rolled his eyes. "She needs to be checked into an insane asylum. Did ye see what she was wearin' Jack? And those shoes. Are those even shoes?" he asked.

"Of course they're shoes." Jack said. "I couldn't very well leave her to the dogs in Tortuga."

"It's not like ye to pick up strays Jack," Gibbs said.

"I picked you up didn't I?" Jack said with a smirk.

"It's bad luck to have a woman on board Jack. How many times do I have to tell ye that. Look what happened when Elizabeth was here."

"Don't remind me Gibbs," Jack said. "This ones different."

"Probably get us all killed," Gibbs mumbled as he walked away.