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Outside Jack's cabin, Sarah stood along the railing of the Pearl, taking in the fresh, cool scent of the sea waves. The flow of the water put her at ease as she tried to clear her mind of the stress that had been building inside. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. After that, she investigated the ship and walked around the deck. She did not pry herself from the serenity of the outdoors until it was well into late evening. Sarah made her way back to Jack's quarters and turned the knob to let herself in.

She opened to door and found herself staring at a half-dressed Jack lounging at his desk, with what appeared to be a map in his hands. Sarah immediately looked away, but found it difficult to keep her eyes away from the tan, muscular chest of the pirate captain. She stared, enthralled by the small scars on his body, wondering what each one was from, how he had acquired the permanent marks.

"Can't keep your eyes off o' me goods, can ye darling?" Jack teased, catching her in the act. Sarah's trance was broken when she realized his eyes were now on hers and her gawking had been discovered.

"I…I was merely…shocked at your…obvious lack of propriety, Mr. Sparrow," she retorted. Jack responded with a sarcastic grin. He got up and walked over to her, and stood only a few feet from her. He whispered in her ear:

"As far as I can tell, milady…I'm not the lass sharing a bed with a pirate captain she just met," Jack cleverly retaliated, leaving Sarah completely speechless and out of quirky comebacks. She had lost the battle and huffed in irritation as she sat down on the bed. She resigned herself to running her hand through her long hair, increasingly uneasy with the feeling of his eyes upon her. She tried to steal a glance of him, but she found that when she did, she met his gaze once again.

"Don't look at me that way. You are making me feel so exposed," she said uneasily. She felt as though she were an object being inspected. He grinned suggestively, but abided by her wishes, and took his gaze off of her figure. She directed her eyes to the candles illuminating the room, and soon found herself become very drowsy. Her eyelids eventually grew heavy, and she found herself yawning several times. Jack noticed her tiredness.

"Well it appears milady has grown weary from the day. Perhaps you should rest?" he suggested. Without a syllable of objection, she conceded. What she did not know, however, was that Jack was not ready to let her go to sleep just yet. He went and laid on the bed on the half which was not against the wall and smirked at her. He grinned at her quizzical expression.

"I like this side better," he stated, as if it was something she ought to have already known.

"Very well, but can you at least let me get to my side first?" she said as she looked out the window. When her eyes drifted back to Jack he had the appearance that he was asleep. His eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell slowly. Up. Down. Up. Down.

"That is very amusing, but if you do not mind, I would like to get some sleep and you're an obstruction."

There was still no response from the pirate captain. She moved to his side and waved her hand in front of his expressionless face. When that did not work, she poked his arm, again receiving no response. "I give up. You're impossible, Jack," she sulked. She also realized that he was lying on a slight diagonal, meaning she literally had to crawl over him to get to her half of the bed. 'How convenient for him, this is so unorthodox,' she thought sarcastically. She was too caught up in her irritation that she didn't realize he was moving his arms. Within a matter of seconds he had pulled her down on top of him. If anyone were to enter the cabin at the precise moment, a very suggestive image would be implemented by the way the two were positioned at the present moment. She had let out a scream of surprise as he did this, and it made him grin inwardly. "Jack Sparrow! Just what do you think you're doing?" she said smacking his chest, her face flushing with fury and embarrassment. He opened his eyes slowly.

"Comfortable, love?" he asked with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle and a wide, cheeky grin. She was about to slap him for the third time, but his quick reflexes caught her wrist this time, seconds before her hand would have reached his cheek. "Now, that's not very nice, love."

"Jack Sparrow, you are by far the most impossible person to be in the same room with! Just what do you think you're doing pulling me on top of you like that?" she fumed.

"Pull you? I don't believe I've done such a thing. Perhaps ye dreamed it, aye?" he said, putting a very suggestive, guttural emphasis on "dreamed". Her mouth fell open and just when he thought she was about to continue her ranting, she let out a frustrated sigh and dashed out of the room. This time Jack was the one with the surprised expression. He thought he'd won the battle.

Sarah ran until she was far from Jack's quarters. She hated the fact that she was stuck on a ship and that he would probably find her no matter where she went. Right now, however, she needed space. She did not want to be around all the innuendos and suggestive remarks of Jack. Sarah hated the fact that he thought he could have her that easily. 'Does that man ever stop with his suggestive comments? I've known him for only a short while and he's already tried to lure me into his bed. Although……No. I won't think about that. I can't. I hardly know the man, AND he's a pirate. How would that look if I just leaped into bed with a man, a pirate for that matter? Nevertheless, I cannot deny the fact that the man is quite attractive, despite his rather…interesting appearance. Something about those trinkets in his dreadlocks and those mysterious, dark eyes that seemed to beckon one to him…it was easy to see why any woman would sway over him. What am I doing? I cannot think about him like this,' she rambled on in her mind. Sarah was so deeply in thought that she did not hear or notice a figure come up behind her. She continued her stream of thinking until she suddenly had a very strange feeling that there were eyes upon her. Her feelings were confirmed when she heard the voice that accompanied the eyes watching her.

"A bit difficult t' hide from me on a ship I know like the back of me hand, isn't it Miss Sarah?" She said nothing, but kept her gaze on the churning ocean. After several moments of silence she turned around and stared at him.

"I find it hard to believe that a man cannot keep his mind free of impure thoughts for more than three seconds," she said, never breaking her stringent glare. There was a bemused expression on his face and she saw the corners of his mouth twitch as if he were about to burst out laughing.

"For someone who chides impure thoughts, I can't help but wonder if you do this chiding because you actually have these kinds of thoughts yourself as it were," he teased. She stood there, unmoving for several moments. He watched her as she slowly walked up to him, closing the gap until they were merely inches apart. She looked into his eyes.

"Oh Jack, you are absolutely right. I do think those thoughts. I think them everysinglemoment..." she whispered in a low, seductive tone as she moved her lips closer and closer to his, "…in your dreams." Right before their lips met, she turned her head away from his, causing his mouth to come in contact with only her cheek. She walked off, leaving him completely taken aback and inevitably breathless.