Disclaimer: Hey yall! I'm writing this chapter with a temperature over a hundred! Go me! No illness can delay me…at least not for long. Same as before you know the drill, gosh darnet I still don't own SPARROW the bugger, I don't find WILL attractive so I don't want him, and I find it out of my capacity to pull off the right to own Vicki, her craziness is all instilled in me from being around her and her obsessions which happen to be my obsessions so LET'S GET CRACKING!

"Three in a row!" Vicki pointed out.

"Damnit!"

"Ahhh…bloody 'ell…" Came a muffled groan from across the cell.

My head snapped to look at Sparrow, who was just now coming to.

"I feel…" He began.

Vicki's face twisted into a look of mock surprise and pain, "…cold…"

"Holy crap!" I sniggered at her Barbossa-won't-die-immitation.

"Nah. I feel like I've been hit over me 'ead with an ale bott'l…" Jack sat up holding his head in his hands.

"You were." I told him.

Looking up at us through his thick and many dreadlocks, he eyed us, "Do I know ye? Ye look awfully familiar, lass."

"We met today at the docks today," I reminded him, "I read your palm…"

"Still a bit fuzzy…" He murmured, crinkling his face in concentration making him look oh-so-like a raison, but a cute one. (Kidding about the raison, no thanks to the French.)

"I predicted that you would be slapped four times by three different women and that you'd be marooned on an island overflowing with rum…"

"Aye, yes, tha' I remember!" He cried, running his hand through his disheveled hair, "Oi! Where's me 'at!"

"Oh, that old thing? We threw it to the dog to use as a chew toy." I sated nonchalantly.

"YE WHAT!" Jack yelped, jumping to his feet, his eyes were widened in disbelief.

"He was hungry."

Jack sputtered.

"We did not…" Vicki scolded me, "It's right behind you." She pointed at the hat at his back.

Scooping it up in his hands he placed it regally on his head like a crown.

"Thank ye, love." He said sending a dazzling smile of gold teeth at her.

I felt a twinge of jealousy.

"Alrighty then!" I said clapping my hands together, "Now that the Captain is awake the real fun begins."

Jack's eyebrows raised expectantly.

"Not that kind of fun." I amended him.

Vicki tilted her head to one side, "You're not thinking of…"

My smile widened, "Truth or Dare."
888

So we explained the rules of the great game to Sparrow, who more or less got the gist of it.

"Truth or Dare, Jack?" I asked.

"Why do I 'ave ta go first?"

"Because we said so!" Vicki explained.

"So pick one!" I commanded.

"Aye, aye, yer forceful ones, aren't ye?"

We both nodded enthusiastically.

"Alrigh'…" He pondered his decision for a moment, finally he answered, "Dare."

"Oooo la la!" I cooed delighted, "Huddle!" I cried. Vicki and I conversed for a few moments and decided unanimously.

"We dare you…" I began ominously, and Jack winced slightly at the thought of what our dare might be.

"…to sing 'A Pirates Life For Me!" Vicki finished.

Surprise showed clearly on his features but in a pleased way, "Now tha', I'll consent to!"

Getting to his feet, he began the song with true happiness and willingness, "We pillage an' plunder an' rifle an' loot! Drink up me 'earties! Yo ho!"

Vicki and I didn't need any pressing as we jumped to our feet and joined in, "We're devils!" Vicki sang.

"And Blacksheep!" I laughed.

"And really BAD EGGS!" Jack sang, "All together now!" He commanded, waving his fingers like a maestro in a concert hall.

"Drink up me 'earties! Yo ho! YO HO, YO HO, A PIRATES LIFE FOR ME!"

We collapsed into a heap of laughing limbs as we finished the song. Tears were running down my face at the absurdity of what we were doing! Singing with the famed Scourge of the Seas, Captain Jack Sparrow! I didn't realize I had fallen back on to Jack until Vicki coughed and catching my eyes, wiggled her brows suggestively.

My eyes widened as I sat up quickly. Jack hadn't seemed to notice. Thank god.

"I like ye, loves! Any wench who can sing tha' song by 'eart 'as earned me respect."

"What if we want something else from you?" Vicki asked slyly, with a sideways glance at me.

"Wha' was tha', love?" Jack asked leaning closer.

"Uh…she said, 'Your turn, Jack'!" I added desperately, after elbowing Vicki in the gut.

"Aye, now which lucky lass, shall I pick?" He murmured stroking his bearded, "I've got it. Ye," he said pointing at Vicki, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth." Vicki answered automatically.

"Bugger it…" He murmured after a time of indecision, "it's worthless but….wha' are yer names?"

"Vicki…"

"Tha' would be short for Victoria, I'd wager. And ye, lass?" He asked pointing to me.

"Rachel."

"Rachel…" He mused over the name, slurring it in his mouth. Coming from him it didn't sound so lame. "It's a peculiar name. 'Ebrew, is it?"

"Yeah," I sighed, "Although I'm not proud of it."

"Why?"

"Translated it means…promise not to laugh?"

"Come on, tell us." Vicki encouraged.

Raising a bejewled hand as if taking an oath, Jack proclaimed, "I swear on me 'onor as a pirate, I will not laugh at ye ridiculous name."

"Yeah," Vicki added, "Whatever he said."

"Ok then…" I wavered in my decision to tell them, and then voiced annoyed, "It means 'Lamb of God.'"

There was about a moment of agreed silence before both Vicki and Jack burst into uproarious laughter.

"BAAAAAAAA! BAAAAAA!" Vicki screamed with laughter. Jack was sputtering, trying very hard (I'M SURE, major sarcasm here) not to laugh.

Laughing myself, I slapped him sharply on his arm, "You promised you wouldn't laugh!"

"Ah, ah, ah!" He tutted, " I swore on me 'onor as a pirate that I wouldn't make fun of ye, and it is the greatest 'onor of a pirate ta break 'is word."

"Damnit," I muttered, "I just never win."

"Rachel," Vicki asked, "Truth or Dare?"

It was a dangerous move but, "Truth."

Vicki rubbed her hands together menacingly, "You really are asking for it. OK. Tell us what you think of Jack."

Raising a brow, seemingly interested and intrigued, he asked, "Wha' do yeh think of me, love?"

A moment of panic caught up with me. There was no way in HELL I was going to tell him that I was absolutely crazy about him. But I realized I could get out of this one, and smiled.

"I think you're positively the best pirate I've ever seen or heard of." With the exception of Captain Hook, of course. (still haven't made up me mind about that one.)

Vicki's mouth gaped open, realizing I had eluded the real question she had asked.

"Really, now…?" Jack purred vainly flattered.

"Hold on one friggin' second!" Vicki protested, "You know I wasn't asking that!"

"Ah, ah, ah!" I tutted just as Jack had done, "but you never detailed the specifics of your question, eh, savvy?" I smirked.

"Learns fast, don't she?" Jack commented.

Vicki looked like she would argue and burst out and tell him the real truth when I said, "So, Vicki…Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." She picked grudgingly.

"Payback," I murmured, "I dare you to do your impressions of Jack…right now in front of us!"

I couldn't help but laugh at her horrified expression. Gritting her teeth she threatened me, "You are so going down for this!"

"Yeah, yeah," I laughed, waving aside her words, "Come on, we're waiting."

She got to her feet, wiping off the dust from her back, "Which scene?"

"How about his entrance?" I suggested, "I'll play the old dock master."

"Ok, gotta put on my face." Rolling back her shoulders and clearing her throat loudly three times, she began.

Vicki had a real talent in her. She was smart and quick witted for any situation and thought of things right off the top of her head. So doing Jack was a walk in the park for her. (Vicki pointed out this sentence sounded wrong and I agree, I don't know if she walks in parks…oh and Jack's mine so it holds more true with Will…onward!)

She began to walk across the cell, her shoulders almost back in an impossible angle, swaying drunkenly from side to side.

"Ey, you there!" I called to her, in my character of the Dock Master.

Spinning around on one foot, arm hanging limply to be cast out anywhere, she swiveled to look at me and walked over.

"It's a shilling to tie your boat up at the Docks."

Vicki looked behind me toward empty space where the supposed ship would have been.

"And I shall need to know your name." I added.

"Wha' do yeh say ta three shillings," she husked low in The Voice, "and we FORGET the name?"

"Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith."

Bowing with hands clasped in thanks, she walked away, stopped, pretending to pick up a money bag and jingled it for change. Ending our performance we both bowed. Jack clapped enthusiastically.

"Excellent!" He praised as we took our seats again, "but…" his voice became serious, " 'Ow is it that ye 'appen ta know wha' 'appened before I even met ye? So I 'ave a question for the both of ye. Who are ye and where do ye come from?"

"That's two questions." Vicki pointed out.

He sent her a look that stilled her immediately. Jack wasn't playing anymore.

"And you know who we are as we just introduced ourselves." I reminded him.

"Foine," he nodded his head gravely, "but that still leaves one question unanswered."

"Yes but you wouldn't believe us even if we told you."

"I said no lies!" Vicki whined. We were bursting with laughter. Jack simply waited patiently until we calmed, his gaze still steady. I repeated what I had said before.

"I 'eard ye the first time, lass. But why don't yeh try me?"

"She'd like to." Vicki snorted.

I hit her pretty hard that time.

"Ok, so here it is…We are from the future, in a world where this is a movie, don't ask," I continued stopping his unsaid question of what a movie was, "And we had a dream and this is it, due to a caffeine and sugar overdose. There you have it Captain, are we all savvy?" I found the whole situation rather annoying for a dream.

He was silent for a moment, "I don't believe yeh."

"I TOLD you." I shot back, growing impatient with him.

"Ooooooooooooooook, I think it's getting a little angry in here. Let's start a new game." Vicki mollified us, "SPIN THE BOTTLE! Yes! Hold on, I'm gonna go look for one!" She scrambled to her feet to look around for a discarded beer bottle.

I sighed, tired. Certainly I wasn't supposed to be tired in my own dream, right?

"Why don't ye just tell me the truth?" Jack asked.

"Already did!" Vicki cried over her shoulder, rifling through the piles of straw.

"Alright, we confess." I smiled faintly realizing I was quoting Sparrow again, "We're a part of a traveling performing troupe. I'm from Italy, I tell fortunes. She's from Ireland and she does comedic imitations. We became separated from our troupe and are now after our own fortunes."

Vicki popped into my storytelling to chirp, "Isn't it amazing what you can learn in Drama class?" And once again went in search of a bottle for the game.

"See, now that I can swallow." He replied, seeming to relax more, "But why didn't ye just tell me all tha' before? Could of saved us quite o' lot of trouble."

I was opening my mouth to answer him when Vicki walked over to us, "Ok, the guys next door said they don't have any bottles, but they gave me this bone so I guess it will have to do. And I think they wanted my phone number…" She made a face sticking out her tongue, as she held out the bone.

"So…" Jack sighed, taking the offered bone, " 'ow do ye play this game?"

Vicki and I shared secret evil smiles.

"I think I'm beginnin' ta like this game…" Jack Sparrow claimed, with a look of complete smugness and wickedness on his face.

I exchanged a nervous glance with Vicki. Acting naughty while Sparrow was anything but was one thing. When he was naughty back, it was an entirely different matter altogether.

"I wonder which of ye will be me first?" He mused aloud.

"Neither," I said confused, "I don't know when ye…oh shit…excuse me…YOU had your first but it was long before now."

"Aye…yer right. Tha's the god's truth if there ever were such o' thing!" He chuckled.

"Alright, alright, let's just get this over with!" I exclaimed in an irritated sigh.

"Aye, patience, love, patience." He murmured low. My skin crawled at the sound.

Vicki nudged me as Jack bent to spin the bone, "He is SO hitting on you!"

"Shut up!" I hissed at her. My eyes were riveted to the spinning bone.

"No, no, I refuse!"

"Jack, the bone landed on that skinny dude in the next cell, you have to!" I goaded him, pushing him closer to the other end of the cell.

"I've changed me mind! I don't want ta play anymore! And ye can't make me!" He protested.

"Oh you'd be surprised," Vicki told him.

"Would I, now?" He sneered.

"Yes," I leaned closer menacingly, "you would." I reached my hand out and tickled his side, my secret weapon.

He jumped back a stunned expression on his face.

My eyes widened, "Oh my god, Vicki! Our Captain Jack Sparrow is…majorly ticklish!"

"Nuh uh…" She quirked her head questioningly, "Really?"

I wiggled my fingers and caught him on the other side this time.

"Wha' the bleedin' Hell are ye doin'!"

"10-4 on that, Vicki. Really, he is."

I reached out for him again.

"Ye stay away from me, yeh 'ear!"

"Fine, Jack. We won't play the game anymore. But hey, who knows maybe the next time you spun, it would have landed on one of us." I sighed feigning disappointment.

Sparrow ran his finger over his bottom lip in contemplation.

"I'm not bleedin' doin' it!"

"Come on, Jack. It landed on the FAT one this time!" Vicki squealed in laughter.

"This can't all be just a coincidence!" Jack exclaimed.

"Maybe I did curse you." I snorted.

"Ye are a curse!" He shot back.

"Hey now!" I proclaimed.

"An' besides tha', I think yer cheatin'," he said becoming bolder and stepping forward.

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"Ye tricked me inta playin' this stupid game! TWICE!"

"Well, I am a gypsy." I reminded him.

A look stole into his eyes. A look that cannot be described as anything but the Jack Sparrow Look. "Aye," He murmured, "and I'm a pirate."

"I know that." He was making me nervous.

"I don't think ye do, love." He said stepping forward again.

Vicki had gotten bored of us and was playing Spin The Bone by herself. (Come here doggy, the great bone landed on you!) She gave the dog a quick hug before it scampered away to torture the other inmates with the keys. "Drat! I was so befuddled by his cuteness I forgot to snag the keys!"

"Ye best stop pesterin' me or ye'll learn the meanin' of the word. I'll…"

"You'll what?" I scoffed, "Sing the Pirate Song til I die of sheer boredom!"

"I was goin' ta say, lass, tha' I'd have ta kiss ye to put ye in yer place."

Vicki perked up hearing this.

My eyes widened, afraid. Jack of course saw this and his crafty look grew even more, stepping closer.

"I'm not afraid of you." I declared unsteadily as he approached.

" 'Fraid of somethin'. It's just a kiss." He smiled.

But that's the thing: to him it was just a kiss but to me it was more and it was a position I did not want to be put in.

"Oh, romance scene!" Vicki exclaimed, "Someone get some popcorn! What am I saying…KISS HER, JACK!"

Jack smiled at her winningly, and turning back to me he approached one more step and I found my back against the stone of the wall.

"Wha' do ye say, love? Shall I listen to yer friend?"

He was close now and I was freaking out. He leaned in. I pushed him back roughly.

"Let's not." I snapped tartly.

He didn't seem fazed or hurt at all by this news. He just smiled again, flashing a gold tooth, "An' why not?"

"We have an audience." I pointed out to him, looking at Vicki.

"Don't mind me!" She chirped back.

"I don't mind." Jack murmured.

"I do. So I'll just take a rain check, savvy?" I said pushing past him.

"Oh come on! It was just getting good!" Vicki cried, disappointed.

"Show's over!" I snapped again, "What are you looking at?" I bit out at the neighboring people in the other cell.

Turning around, I saw Jack go to sit on the stone crevice in the wall, grinning smugly. Placing his hat over his eyes, but not before he winked in my direction. I came and sat down next to Vicki deciding that we should try to get some sleep as other things were going to be happening that night.

She merely looked at me.

"What?" I asked her.

"You…TRAMP!" She whispered, "You are so playing hard to get with him!"

"Shut up." I told her, rolling over to try to sleep.

When I awoke, I could hear whistling. My alarm clock didn't whistle; it beeped annoyingly until I beat the tar out of it with a baseball bat.

I groaned sitting up.

"Mornin' love…" Came the deep reply from behind me. Turning around, my mouth dropped open in shock. Jack Sparrow was sitting in front of me, looking as delicious as ever.

"Wha…what…?" I mouthed the words quietly.

"Evenin' actually…" Jack murmured again.

Hadn't this dream ended yet?

The whistling that woke me up was the call of the other inmates as they pleaded with the dog to come closer with the keys.

Jack, without looking at them voiced, "If ye keep doin' tha' forever the dog is NEVER goin' ta move.'

"Well, excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet." The skinny one (that Jack was supposed to have kissed before) muttered to him.

Another smile and it seemed Jack went back to sleep.

Getting to my feet slowly and as quietly as I could, I made my way over to Jack. I had to know, if this was…real. Reaching a hand out I made to take Sparrow's hat from his head, when a tanned hand gripped my own in a reflexive movement of being a pirate.

"Tha's me hat, lass, and I don't' want it off."

Springing back from him, I gulped back a scream, making it come out as a whimper. REAL! THIS WAS ALL REAL!

"It's not a dream, Rachel." I heard Vicki tell me. Turning I saw she was already awake. She looked a little subdued by her own shock.

Jack had pushed up his hat with a finger to look at us speculatingly.

"Ok, here's when you have the right to panic." I mumbled to myself, pacing.

"Unless," Vicki began, "it's a dream within a dream…which could make sense…I suppose…"

"I'ts not." I told her solemnly.

"Oh hell, I'll take it anyway." She began to smile. I somehow found myself doing the same.

"Hey, Vicki?"

"Yeah."

"How about a toast?"

"I read you loud and clear girl. Take what you can!"

"Give nothing back!"

We really had seen the movie far too many times.

" 'Ow is it tha' ye know of the Pirate Moto?" Jack asked us, his hat still over his eyes.

We didn't answer as we heard a faint rumble in the distance.

Jack sat up, tense and alert, his hat still covering his face, "I know those cannons." He whispered.
Moving back the hat, he climbed up on the crevice to look out our cell's small little window.
I moved closer to hear him say the next words, a smile of recognition and pride in the black ship below on his face, "It's the Pearl."

"Black Pearl?" The skinny inmate asked his voice quivering, "I've 'eard stories of 'er. She's been praying on ports and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors."

Jack turned and answered cockily, "No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?"

His grinning was driving me mad. I bit the inside of my palm, smiling insanely.

"Rachel, you might want to move away from the wall." Vicki said.

"Huh?" I responded, dully still looking at Sparrow.

In the next second she had grabbed my arm and moved me back . In the next second after that, Jack had dived from the wall as a cannon ball crashed in leaving a gaping hole through which everyone could escape through…everyone in the cell next to us, that is.

"Goddamnit, that sucks." I muttered jarred away from my Sparrow Spying.

All the scurvy dogs left us there sniggering loudly, all except for the skinny one who turned on his way out to say a few parting words to us, "My sympathies friends, you've no manner of luck at all."

"Oh I think he likes you!" Vicki crooned at Jack.

"I think he's an ass." I muttered.

"No doubt in me mind abou' tha', love." Jack replied.

"Well what should we do now? It won't get exciting for a little while now…" I said.

So Vicki and I somehow (don't' ask me how) got into an argument about Norrington being a bigger pansy than Ichabod Crane.

"Come on, at least he doesn't act like a thirteen year old Angela Lansbury, and screams like a girl!" I demanded of her.

"He's a pussy boy!"

"He IS not!"

"Is too!"

"If ye two wouldn't mind, I'm tryin' ta get us free…" Jack murmured, who was now holding the bone enticingly out to the dog.

"Just don't call him a cur." I warned him.

" 'Ere doggy, that's it, good dog, that's it. It's just ye and me now, just ye and Ol' Jack…"

Vicki coughed to remind him of our presence.

"…an' the ladies." He continued rolling his eyes. The dog had begun to approach timidly, the keys swinging temptingly in his doggy jaws, "Tha's it, come on ye. Ye slimy, mangy, cur!"

The dog scampered down the stairs next to us, hearing the insult.

"No, come back! I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it!" Jack pleaded to the dog's retreating form.

"You idiot!" I said, slapping him upside the head.

"Poor doggy…" Vicki sighed, "he's so mistreated."

"What part of 'don't call him a cur' escaped your comprehension?" I continued, berating Jack.

Jack called me an interfering wench, among other things.

"You conceited ass, why I oughta…!" I shouted outraged.

"Ye oughta wha'?" He asked raising a brow.

'Have hot-rugged-rough-sex- with you' My mind was screaming.

"I though' as much…" Jack smirked.

Before I knew it, my hand had pulled back and I had slapped him.

"Ow…" Vicki winced.

Realizing what I had done, I rushed forward, "Oh, I'm so sorry…!"

"Now, I KNOW I didn't deserve THA'." He mumbled.

"You provoked me…" I defended weakly.

"Aye. Great talent o' mine, or so I've been told."

BANG! The sound echoed against the walls, Our heads all turned to look up at the stone steps as a body fell down them to rest at the bottom, followed by two pirates (and not the good looking kind either)

"This ain't the armory!" That was Twiggy.

The dark one, Kohler's eyes landed on us, for he sheathed his sword and murmured stepping closer, "Well, well, well, look wha' we got 'ere, Twiggy. Captain Jack Sparrow."

While they had been coming down Jack had moved right up to the bars and now his brow furrowed as the man spat at his feet.

The one called Twiggy came just behind the other as he added his own slanders to the mix, 'Las' time I saw ye, yeh was on a god forsakin' island, shrinkin' inta the distance." He added to his comrade, "His fortunes aren't improved much…" he then spotted us standing just beyond Sparrow, "…or maybe they have…"

"Bite me, Bambi." I snorted in his direction.

"Oooo, that one's feisty, Sparrow. 'Ad yer way wif 'er yet?" He asked him.

"Speakin' of fortunes," Jack began.

"We weren't speaking of fortunes," Vicki muttered, "We were speaking about some serious ass bashing if those two continue talking."

Jack rolled his eyes and continued, "Worry abou' yer own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell," He informed them, "is reserved for betrayers an' mutineers."

Kohler's face twisted into a look of cold fury. Thrusting his arm through the iron bars, he grabbed Sparrow by the throat. In the movies, you know it's fake. The decomposing bones and cloth, but seeing it in real life wasn't as entertaining.

"Holy Shmaloly!" I burst out.

"Ew," Vicki voiced, "that is so gross."

Sparrow's eyes widened in shock and his throat constricted beneath the pirates hold, "So there is a curse?" He looked up into their eyes and added a little nervously, " Tha's interestin'"

"You know nothing of hell." Kohler growled. Letting go of Jack's neck with a violent jerk, they turned and left not even looking back.

Watching their retreating forms with interest, Jack raised the bone he had been holding and mused aloud, "Tha's VERY interestin'"

I marched up to him, hands on my hips, " 'Ad yer way wif 'er?" I asked, questioning him sharply.

He turned smirking again, "Well," he looked me up and down none to subtly, "not yet."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes muttering one word at him, "Playa."

"Major playa." Vicki agreed.

"Well," Jack claimed, making his way back to his stoop, "we should all get some shut eye. Busy day tomorrow, we're all gonna 'ang…"

"Oh no, we're not!" I stated.

"Hell no." Vicki added.

"Oh?" He asked raising a brow as he settled on his stone perch, " An' 'ow do ye know this?"

"Do I really have to say it again!" I exclaimed.

The silence that followed told me I did.

"I'm a freaking Gypsy, for crying out loud! I know all sorts of things!"

"An' wha' this word yeh be usin', lass? Freckin'…? Friggen'…Freakin'?"

"It's another way of saying a bad word we can't say." Vicki explained.

"An' why is tha'?" He asked raising another brow.

"Because it's a Disney movie." She stated as though this were obvious to everyone.

"Aye, why else?" He murmured sarcastically, " 'Ere's me reward, stuck in a cell with you foine, ladies. I wish there was some Rum…"

"Speaking of rewards…" I interjected.

"We weren't speakin' of…" Jack started.

"Yes, we were." Vicki mollified him.

"You still owe me a reward for giving you your hat back." I reminded him.

"By the powers, yer righ'!" Jack said sitting up, a playful grin spread across his face, "So's yeh be ready for tha' kiss, lass, then?"

"No. Something better."

"I'm all for it, love, but 'ow are we ta get rid of yer pretty friend?"

My mouth dropped, "Does your mind EVER get out of the goddamn gutter!"

"Rachel, think of who you're asking." Vicki pointed out.

"Good point." I admitted, "Anyways, for my reward I'm only asking for one thing…"

"An' wha' would tha' be?" Jack asked.

"When you go after the Black Pearl, you let us come with you."

"An' who says I am?" Jack asked confused.

"We do." Vicki told him.

Jack shrugged his shoulders, "Aye then, I promise."

"I want your word on that." I told him sternly.

"I swear on me 'onor as a pirate…"

"Oh no, I'm not falling for that again. Swear on something else."

"I swear on pain o' death…"

"Nope, you'll use that swear later." I murmured, thinking. Looking him in the eye I knew how he would HAVE to keep his word, "Swear on your love for the Black Pearl."

Jack's expression became still and serious, "An' who says I do?"

"We do." Vicki said again.

"Aye, aye, should've known tha'." He actually sighed, "Aye, I swear on me love for the Black Pearl, to let ye follow if I go after 'er."

"Good. We have an accord!" I reached my hand out. He clasped it in his own hand and we shook. I tried to pull my hand back but he kept it firmly in his grip. His thumb brushed over my knuckles, softly. My heart felt like it had gone to sleep, only those tiny pinpricks were intensified enough so that it climbed up my neck into my mouth making it dry. Looking up, Jack smiled a slow, lazy smile. I actually felt drunk (me who had never had an alcoholic sip in my life! Ok Ok so I had a Cosmopolitan in Paris, but still!)

"Uh…Jack," Vicki ventured, smiling, "Rachel still needs that hand ya know."

Her comment had startled and brought me around again. Jerking my hand back, I glared at him. He merely laughed at this.

"Ok, break it up you two," Vicki sighed, "stop flirting."

"I am NOT!" I exclaimed.

Jack raised his finger in the air, "I am!"

"Shut up! Both of you!" I hissed, making a pile of hay for me to sleep on. Vicki made her own bed at the other end of the cell.

Jack on the other hand, took out a small knife from his boot and began to whittle the bone down. He started to hum, deeply and pleasantly. No doubt 'A Pirates Life For Me' again.

I twisted and turned for a few moments until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Jack…" I said sitting up.

"Aye?" He hummed in response.

"Put a sock in it."

He smiled, still not looking at me, "Aye, then."

I groaned frustrated and fell back onto the hay.

"Good night, mi'ladies. Sleep nice an' tight."

I closed my eyes tight trying to block out his voice.

"An' don't let the nasties bite."

Those were the last words I heard from him that night.

GOLLY GEE, BATMAN! I FINALLY FINISHED THE CHAPTER! Ever so sorry about the wait, I hate waiting ( OMG! THE PRINCESS BRIDE IS SCRAMBLING MY BRAIN!) So anyway same old, same old, I wrote this terribly long and probably boring chap, LEANAN SIDHE. I leave you with this fabulous Vicki quote (she be a clever lass to think o' such things) "WOULD YOU LIKE…………….BANANA? HUH! BUT IF YOU SAY YES, IT STANDS FOR A MALE ENTITY!