Meeting Katrina

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean (characters, plot, dialogue, etc.). Any other tid-bits of creativity, however, are mine… in which I hope you will enjoy.

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Meeting Katrina

"Miss Banks? Is everything alright?" Jack heard the familiar voice of the maid approach from down the hall, "Thought I heard some sort of clamor." Quickly he ran to the dinning room.

"Yes," Katrina ran toward the hall to stop Dana from entering the parlor, "Everything's in perfect order. I think the noise is coming from the party. You know how the Navy loves to be rambunctious."

After a few minutes in waiting, Jack returned to the parlor where he found Katrina seated on the sofa, her eyes wide in thought.

"No," Katrina whispered as Jack came close to her, "You can't be… you just can't possibly be Captain Jack Sparrow."

"Believe it or not, love, the truth is shown right here," Jack said as he showed the tattoo on his arm of a sparrow flying over the water above the branded P, the tree-branch-like scar on his left arm, and the two gunshot wounds in the right side of his chest.

"Oh no," Katrina whined softly as she stood up and made her way to the entry hall, "You are Jack Sparrow."

"What's wrong, darlin'? Haven't ye ever wanted to meet a real pirate?" Jack tried opening up as he followed her.

Katrina didn't know how to answer, "I have in a small way, but it's just that…"

"What?"

"In my book…"

"What is it, Miss Banks? What did the book say about me?" Jack whispered as he trapped Katrina up against a wall.

"Well," Katrina said as she took a deep breath, "the book said that you were a very dangerous man, one not to be dealt with, and that your mischievous grin didn't compare to how terribly clever you really are."

Immediately after saying this Katrina closed her eyes and turned her head to the side as if waiting for something horrible to happen. However, Jack simply began laughing.

"Oh! This sounds like the best book in the entire world!" Jack continued laughing as he moved away from Katrina.

"What?" Katrina snapped her eyes open as she turned to look at Jack, who was nearly falling onto the ground he was laughing so hard.

"Darlin' you've nothin' to fret about," Jack said as he balanced himself against the staircase, "I'm not dangerous at all... well, I shouldn't say that exactly… I'm just not dangerous t' you."

With anger shooting up within her, Katrina quickly walked up to Jack, "Well, I feel so relieved knowing that now!" Then before Sparrow had a chance to comment, Katrina slapped her right palm across his face.

"Ow!" Jack moaned.

"Ow?" Katrina looked at him disbelief, "That's it? Ow?"

Not ready to answer back, Jack held up a finger, telling her to wait.

"What did I do to deserve that?" Jack finally whined.

"You got me all worked up for nothing!" Katrina said exasperated, "You're a pirate for goodness sakes not a court jester! I thought for a moment I was in terrible danger for I was in the presence of one of the great threats of the Caribbean! A pirate lord! However, it turns out that you're just like those men at that party! You show off your skill with the blade so that all may know of your strength and yet you fall weak at my hand!"

"To be fair, I won our li'l swordfight," Jack pointed out stiffly.

Katrina arched a brow at this.

"Not to mention that I'm not at all like those men at that party," Jack continued, "I wouldn't 'ave declined an invitation to dance with ye even if I had received a threat from dear ol' Edward earlier."

"But you're a pirate," Katrina stated bitterly.

"Thanks for bringin' that to me attention, love," Jack rolled his eyes as he walked towards the young lady.

"What I meant was I thought pirates didn't dance, or rather, couldn't dance," Katrina clarified flatly.

"Well, allow me to enlighten you, Miss Banks," the pirate captain said as he extended his hand.

Katrina hesitated for a moment before finally putting her hand in his.

Jack smiled at this and led her to the back of the house.