A/N: Okay, big, huge, enormous apologies! I know this was suppose to be the big chapter where Jack and Helena finally have their own sit down. But I am just having problem after problem. I had it all written out and it just didn't go the way I was hoping at all. So when I tried to rewrite it, my computer monitor started going goofy on me. Like it's seriously messing up, on the verge of going out completely it looks like. So I haven't had that much time to write, it'll only stay good for a few minutes at a time, and I've hit with a huge writer's block bunny, it's just a mess. But I wanted to put something up, even if it is a short couple of paragraphs, better than nothing eh? So here you are, just a little something from Helena's POV. Maybe the girl is starting to wise up!

Disclaimer: Zip, Zilch, Nada.

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It was very possible that Helena would have to barge into his cabin and drag him out herself if Jack didn't come out on his own accord soon. It had been a while since him and Will had disappeared behind the closed doors, and sure, she understood that they had some important things to discuss, but it shouldn't have taken that long! And she was running out of things to do.

First she had gone to the galley like Jack had instructed. She found an apple and a piece of bread and munched on that for a few minutes. Then she did a little exploring, but decided it best not to go too far on her own, she did have a tendency to easily get lost after all. When she headed back up on deck and seen that the two men weren't finished yet, she let out a little grunt and ended up strolling around a little more, talking to sailors here and there. It was funny, none of them seem to know about her. But the one who gave her the most food for thought was actually Gibbs. At first he started mumbling about woman being bad luck and all, but after a while he must have figured she was harmless, for he started to loosen up a bit more. And before she knew it, he was even telling her stories about Jack. Now this one someone that she could get along with!

He told all the facts and all the stories that he had come to gather about Jack. It was the stories that caught and held her interest the most though. He told her about the run in with the East Indian Trading Company, Nassau Port, being stranded on a deserted island and left to die, only to sail off it by strapping together two sea turtles using human hair...from his back. As entertaining as it was, she wasn't so sure about that one though. From what she could remember, Jack didn't have any hair on his back.

The rest of the stories were mostly about the mutiny, and such. Now Helena has heard all of these stories plenty of times. Everywhere she went in her twelve year search there was always someone talking about the many adventures of one Captain Jack Sparrow. Of course, she was the only one who knew the turth, knew that they were complete rubbish. Idiots, she would always think, they can't even get one story right. But that was before.

Now, she was just as confused as she claimed all those others to be. The past two days had taught her something. And that something was simply that the rest of the world seemed to have a very different out look on Jack than she did. Now if she could just figure out the why...well, then she would have a heading of her own now wouldn't she?