Disclaimer: DOPOTC! This is another chapter where you may need to use google. I'm horrible I know! Since I speak many languages I figured my character should too, plus it adds a bit of spice to a story that would other wise be a bit dry! Review! Oh, that goes at the end, sorry! More Jack to come, I know I have been very skimpy on him, but I hope you enjoy the story none the less.

Chapter Seven: Capitan Riccio and the Beast.

Flashback

How the nightingales sing to the plum trees

And the frogs splash in the water

That is love

The call of the crew

Is everywhere

Dark clouds

Pirate ships

At the will of the tide,

At the will of the wind.

I'm seventeen. I have fallen in love for the first time. His name Giuseppe, a young Italian pirate ship captain. We are in the Mediterranean visiting my grandparents off the coast near to Malaga.

He is tall, tan, with olive green eyes, and dark brown hair. His scent is always that of French oils and sea water. Spending my days lazing about in his arms aboard his ship. I smile sweetly up at him.

"Che faccia bella." He comments running a smooth hand across my face. Blushing from his contact I flutter my eyes.

"Grazie mi ragazzo." I say pinching his cheek.

"Cuando vas a regresar al Europa?" he questions me in Spanish.

"I don't know when I will be back." I say sadly. I take his hand in mine and kiss his knuckles gently. His crew busy at work and my fathers ship not too far off.

"Come with me!" he says happily. Expecting me to say yes. I look down at my shoes.

"You know I can't. I have a lot more to learn with my fa-" he cuts me off.

"You think just because I'm a young captain I have nothing I can teach you?" he said offended.

"We're pirates. Our emotions are fleeting, and when you are bored of me you will cast me aside like all the others." I retaliated.

"No amore, you are different, you are something special." he said pulling me close to his tanned chest. Closing my eyes I let myself be pulled into the illusion for the time being. His soft lips colliding with mine.

Footfall comes towards my quarters on my fathers ship. Looking up from my parchment I listen as it stops in front of my door. The night is late and I am weary of who may be lurking on the other side. Drawing my pistol near to my bed I wait. A soft knock comes at the door. I ease myself up out of my chair and walk cautiously forward. Turning the latch I open the door before standing before it. The boots clink in and I point the pistol, right to the side of the head of my lover.

Surprised I cast the gun aside and hurriedly close the door behind him. Turning to him he holds me in a tight embrace.

"Ofeliana, mi amore. I've missed you so." he says taking in my scent. I giggle a little. "What is so funny?" he questions his cute Italian accent coming through all too thick.

"We have only been apart six hours." I say letting his arms tighten on my small frame. "How did you get aboard my fathers ship without being detected?" I question a bit worried.

"Pirate." He says pointing to his face. I nod my head in understanding. A loud knock at the door interrupts our conversation as I shove Giuseppe into my closet and close the door before grabbing my pistol once more. Opening it cautiously I point the gun at the man standing in front of me.

"Hola primita." my cousin Captain Villanueva states dryly.

"What do I owe the pleasure?" I ask with just as much distaste as he had held for me.

"You know you are the only one who can give up your fathers piece to me. The next in line to inherit it." he states, "I just wanted you to know that whenever you want me to lift you of that burden I would be more than happy to." he smiles coyly.

"Oh, well thank you so much for looking out for the welfare of your family, but I believe that when I get MY piece o' eight YOU won't come near it!" I say with distaste.

Raising his arm to smack me I stumble back. I hear a soft click of a pistol being cocked and see my cousin freeze.

"Capitan Villanueva, I would suggest you rethink your situation." I hear a soft drawl come from behind him. My cousin smirks and lowers his arm.

"Captain Riccio. I should hope you wouldn't think about entering into the affairs of a family such as ours. Bad things happen to outsiders." Villanueva threatened.

"Asi es la vida." Giuseppe said shrugging it off. My cousin turned about on his heel and left slamming the door behind him. Locking the door I throw myself into my lovers arms and kiss him passionately, not caring if tonight is just for lust, or if there is actual love between us.

The next morning I awoke to the bed void of the body that was there the night before. Smiling happily to myself at what took place I gather the blankets around my naked form. Assuming Giuseppe Riccio my love, my bonny lad, made it back to his ship. I drift back into sleep for a few more hours.

Shouts awaken me this time, as I sit upright swinging my legs over the side of my bed. I quickly pull on a night gown and an over coat and run up top. Running to the edge I catch myself on the railing. Watching some meters out as Captain Riccio's ship is aflame and many of the men are abandoning ship. I stare mouth agape at what is happening. My own father is sending out boats to bring in the men who have taken to the water.

Knowing that it was going to happen, but still not prepared for it the entire ship explodes sending debris and flames to the surround areas. I fall to my knees and begin to feel my whole body shake as I watch in horror, unable to do anything. I feel strong arms pick me up and hold me close. My father's first mate Ricardo holds me close as I tremble.

"Your father went to search for him." he says reassuringly. I tremble even harder and the tears begin to sting the back of my eyes. I watch as the Piovere Azzurro smolders into the sea.

That night as we set sail back to the Caribbean I sit alone in my room clutching the sheets that still hold his sent and tremble helplessly. Sobbing into the pillow, I see something on my nightstand. A gold ring, with traces of pink filigree, under the ring: a note.

The night is black

And I am excited about you.

My love climbs in me, and you ask

That I should climb to the higher room.

Things are hidden in a black night.

Even the dream is black

On the black-lacquered ocean

Even our talk is hidden.

I tremble uncontrollably sobbing even harder, I slide the ring onto my slender finger and look out the port hole onto the lacquered black ocean of the night. Only to feel my heart mourn a lovers passing, and to try and mend my broken heart.

I awake with a start. Feeling disoriented and alone in the dark unfamiliar cabin, in a unfamiliar bed I reach out for him. Only to come to realize I'm on a different ship, in a different room. I feel my cheeks the dampness surprising me. My eyes are sore and itchy from the tears unknowingly shed minutes before. My kimono still intact I swing my legs over the side of the bed to find my Okobo.

Pattering out of the room fiddling with my gold and pink ring the whole way I walk out onto a star lit deck and nothing but the ocean and moon to keep me company. Gazing about I allow my mind to relive my flashback. One I would have rather not have remembered. I feel myself begin to shake once more. A short lived romance, and a sickening pain in my heart reborn.

"Ye be alright luv? Ye fell asleep on the table. Figured ye'd like the bed a bit more." Sparrow cooed putting an arm around me. I was too shaken to shrug it off. The contact feeling good for the moment.

"I know who Villanueva is." I said still staring out into the ocean. My heart beating faster still.

"Aye?" he asks raising an eyebrow at me.

"Aye." I confirm resting my heavy head on his shoulders.

"What say ye to going back and letting Jack help ye out of that there kimono." Jack asked toying with the collar.

"I may be allowing you to touch me, but trust me it is short lived." I snapped. Jack snickered.

"Ye know you can't resist me. It's only a matter of time little princess." he commented. I quirked my eyebrow at him and screwed up my lips.

"You know the Admiral is following us right?" I ask crossing my arms against the cold.

"Aye, but ye forget this is the fastest ship in the Caribbean luv!" Jack said with gusto tapping the railing, which decided it would rather fall off than take another beating. I watched as the hunk of wood fell down to the ocean below.

"Right." I said glancing at him. He gave me an innocent look and a shrug before steering me towards his quarters once more.

Shutting the door behind us Jack came up behind me tugging playfully on the green obi. I turn around quickly smacking his hand away.

"You're lucky I only slapped you, most men would have lost a lot more than their pride by now." I said quirkily. Rolling his eyes at me he lit a few more lamps.

"Tell me lass, what do you think of the infamous Jack Sparrow." he goaded massaging his braided beard.

"I think rum runs through your veins and lust is your drive." I said sitting on the feather filled bed. Poor chickens.

"True enough." Jack said in surrender. Sitting on a chair in front of me he looked at me thoughtfully.

"Why do you always look at me like that?" I ask keeping the blush at bay from dominating my cheek bones.

"Ye just look like someone I knew once. Ye remind me of a young feminine me!" Jack said crossing his legs.

"Which is not a far stretch from your normal self I'm sure." I chided looking at him awkwardly.

"Ye know you want me." he said once more removing his coat.

"Jack, what is a piece o' eight?" I questioned him before he could remark any further on how badly I wanted to have sex with him.

He threw his hands up in the air in defeat. Scooting the chair closer letting the loud obnoxious sound emanate throughout the ship for a good minute or so he finally was within the desirable distance.

"Tis actually nine pieces o' eight. There are these Pirates, men and women who held on to these pieces to keep Calypso trapped. Well bloody Barbossa went and buggered it all up by freeing her. Anyway these pirate lords are the most powerful Pirates in the world, they basically decide what goes on in the pirating world and what not." He let his fingers 'finger walk' across the bed and on to my thighs, "ye know, I'm one of said pirate lords." wiggling his eyebrows at me he continued to 'finger walk' up my stomach.

Smacking his hand once again I gave him a grave expression. Sighing in defeat he continued. "Fine. There is one pirate king, which just so happens to be Elizabeth Swann, erm… Turner. Thanks to ol' Jack that is." I looked at Jack in awe. The thought crossed my mind to tell him that I was descended from a pirate lord, but then I thought better of it.

"And Villanueva, is he a pirate lord?" I asked sheepishly. Jack gave me a confused sort of look.

"I thought ye said you knew who he was." he stated taken aback.

"Just answer my question please." I said folding my hands in my neat little lap.

"Aye, he be."

Chapter Seven is FIN! Man I like my story but I feel like I need more Jack, I mean it is like Jack-less, it needs to be Jacked up! I hope you are enjoying it, promise no more foreign languages things for a while. REVIEW! I really like attention, you know, since I didn't get enough as a child and what not. Mommy never hugged me Daddy dropped me on my head. Send me a message if you have any questions, no messages in bottles, I don't check my sea mail too often. And hell message me with ideas, I can't promise I will use everyone I get, but I will if I get some really good ones! I love the people that read this! Although my therapist says it is unhealthy I just can't help it! REVIEW!!