I found myself three days later in a puddle of water in a cell. There was a tray with bread and a bottle of water setting on the bench.

My back was aching from lying on the ground.

"Bloody pirate." I whispered as a tempted to stand up. I cried out in pain as it raced down my spine. I fell back down and rested up on my elbows, the water tickling the underside of my arm.

I overcame the pain and pushed myself back up to eat. I kneeled down in front of the bench. My brown hair was matted to the sides of my head and it was soaked in the back. It smelled of stale water and felt slimy. My tan skin was grimy, and every muscle was sore.

I chewed on the stale bread, and could feel my stomach convulsing now that there was food in it. The water was cool down my throat, and settled my stomach a bit.

Before I knew it, my meal was gone. I crawled over to the corner and rested my head against the wall. I knew where I was, and I hated it. The only time I looked at this cell was when I was bringing prisoners down here by Jack's orders.

The Pearl was a beautiful ship, but the brig was anything but. The floor was covered in 3 inches of water that came in through a hole in the wall.

I sat there in that corner and ran over what happened before I passed out. I think was knocked out, because there was a throbbing pain at the pass of my head.

I remembered talking with Jack and having him down on the ground, my sword at his throat….

But beyond that it was gone. There was nothing else there until I woke up.

I was in the midst of that thought when I heard footsteps coming towards the cell. I closed my eyes as thought of whom it could be; though deep inside I knew.

"Ye awake luv?" Jack asked, standing out side the cell.

"Aye, ye bloody bastard. Ye didn't ha'e ta lock me in here." I said, my eyes closed and not turning towards him.

"If ye hadn't tried ta kill me, we wouldn't be here." Jack said, leaning against the cell door. "Do ye wan' more food?"

"Ye don't' ha'e ta be all hospital wit' me Jack. I know why ye ha'e me here." I said, standing up slowly. I grimaced in pain as I walked across the cell where he was standing. "I wan' rum for the pain."

He looked concerned as he said, "Where are ye hurt?"

My eyes widened. "Jack, I've gots blood caked ta the back of me head, and I slept on this wooden floor! Me back is in so much pain!" I shouted. Stupid pirate didn't know how to treat a prisoner. I was always the one to do that.

"Sorry luv, I'll get to." Jack said, then turned around to leave.

I sighed heavily as I sat down on the bench, holding my back.

(((I thought I would change it up a bit, and let you guys see what Jack was thinking.)))

Jack stormed up the stairs and to his cabin.

"Jack, how long is she gonna stay here?" Came a female voice from his door.

"I don't know Ana, she doesn't seem ta wan' ta stay. 'N' she doesn't wan' ta talk either. I don't know wha' ta do." Jack said, as he set the rum and clean clothes down on top of his desk.

Ana Maria came over to him and grabbed his shoulder. "Jus' talk ta her, tell her how ye feel and such nut. Ya know. Act like a pansy, like Will." Ana said with a smile, trying to cheer her captain up.

He formed a small smile before saying, "I would love ta jus' tell her tha'. But ye've no idea how hard it is ta lay some thin' like that on the line."

"Yeah, I'm sorry Jack. Wish I could help." Ana said then felt and headed back for the helm.

Jack sat in his cabin a few more minutes wondering what he was going to do with Lee Anne.

He didn't want to hurt her, but he didn't want to be hurt by leaving her either. He didn't want to force her into anything. But maybe after talking she'll understand.

"Unlikely." He said aloud as he grabbed the things and headed back below deck.

He lightly stepped down the stairs, so as to not scare her. He could hear her talking to herself. She was rattling on about how pirates, especially Jack, were terrible people.

"Migh' I remind ya luv, ye are a pirate yerself." Jack said, walking back up to the cell. He looked down at her and his heart broke with the way she looked. He had done that to her. He had told Gibbs to knock her in the head if it looked like she was putting up too much of a fight. He had thrown her in the cell and let her sleep there for three days.

"Yeah, I know, I ha'e ye ta thanks fer tha' in me life." Lee said as he opened the cell to give her the rum and cloths. He made a move to help her with the head wound, "Git! I can do this on me own!" She shouted, shooing him away.

He held his hands up in a surrender way, and took a step back. "Was jus' tryin' ta help, luv." He said, and leaned up against the open cell door jam. "Lee, I'm sorry."

"Yeah yeah, tha's all ye seem ta be sayin'." Lee Anne mumbled as she sat down on the bench with the rag and water. She set them aside, and uncorked the rum for a drink. She sighed in pleasure as the hot liquid slide down her throat.

After a few more sips and silence from Jack she could feel the pain from her head becoming dull.

Jack watched her. Her eyes were closed over lazily and she was visibly starting to relax. He took this time to ask if he could help her.

Lee Anne looked up at him and thought about it for a moment. She really couldn't reach it, which makes it difficult for cleaning.

"Aye." She said turning around and moving her hair out of the way. Jack smiled as he walked into the cell and cleaned her wound.

(((back to lee anne's pov)))

I sat there in that dirty cell, smoothed over with rum, and let Jack wash and tend my wound. I didn't know what to say while he was cleaning. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth I would say something I regretted, due to my slight intoxication.

"Luv, we need ta talk abou' somethin'." Jack said, dabbing at the wound with the wet rag.

"Hmm." I said, still to worried about saying something awful.

"I ha'e a proposition fer ye ta consider." Jack said, starting to bandage the wound.

"What kind of proposition?" I asked, forming each word carefully.

"Say ye love me, or stay in this here cell 'til ye do." Jack said, finished with the wound.

My chin dropped. I didn't know what to say. Of course I still loved him, but I wasn't about to let him know that, I still had to convince myself otherwise. I turned around to face him, my hair spilling around my shoulders now. My blue eyes wide with incredulance. "How could..." I started, but then decided to turn it around on him. "Jack Sparrow, if ye really loved me, ye wouldn't ha'e locked me up in this here cell." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

His strong chin went loose for a moment, but he quickly regained his poster and said, "So, ye sayin ye still love me?"

I glared at him, "Wha' on Earth do I ha'e ye ta love fer? Ye took me off me ship-"

"And blew it up." Jack interrupted.

I lost all train of thought. I was in complete shock. I didn't know what to say to that. He blew my ship up. "Why? Wha' of me crew?"

"They're all gone." Jack said, no emotions on his beautiful face.

My breath caught in my throat. Me crew was gone. Joe, Issak... everyone. "Jack ye sonofabitch!" I shouted, attacking him. I pushed him so hard we fell to the ground. I was on top of him, straddling his midsection, pounding at his chest and face. I had tears blurring my vision. Why did he have to be such a ruthless killer? Why did he have to destroy everything of mine?

Eventually I was just crying on his chest and once in while I would call him an obscenity, and hit him. He sat us up, cradling me in his arms, while I was pressed against his chest, my head on his shoulder, and my bottom resting in his lap. He held me close. Those strong arms bringing me comfort.

"I'm sorry, luv." Jack said, stroking my back.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed that moment, putting all of it to memory. The way he smelled, the way he whispered in my ear. Because I wouldn't let it happen again.

New chapter, there ya go.