With Katrina

(Sequel to Including 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. Please be sure to read and review!

Chapter 10

Not Hungry

Evening had come about the Pearl. As some of the crew and Will began gathering food to eat, Katrina sent Gibbs to get Jack. The pirate captain had been in his cabin all day long pondering about the key and its connection with freeing him from the deal he had made with Davy Jones.

"I don't think the captain be joinin' us, Mrs. Sparrow," Gibbs solemnly said to Katrina upon entering the galley.

Katrina sighed sadly as she finished fixing herself a plate and laid it on the table among the hungry crew.

"Want me to try to get him out of there?" Will offered his help.

"No. I'll find a way. Thank you, though."

She then made her way out the galley up to the captain's quarters.

"Jack," Katrina began softly as she knocked on the door. "Come on, Jack."

Not receiving any reply, Katrina quietly entered, closing the door behind her. As she made her way to the bed, she noticed Jack lying on his back with one arm bent across his face covering his eyes. Perhaps it was necessary to cover his eyes while the sun was out, but it was now nearly below the horizon.

After lighting a few candles, Katrina stopped at the foot of the bed.

"Jack," she began again, a hint of worry in her voice. "Please take a break from trying to figure this out and come to the galley for dinner."

"I'm not hungry," Jack mumbled from the other end of the bed.

Katrina bit her lower lip before continuing in the same tone, "Come on, Jack. Look, I'm even wearing that red dress you picked out for me from Antigua."

Jack remained quiet.

Katrina stood for several moments in silence. Her heart weighed heavy with concern for Jack. What he needed to figure out for retrieving this key was important. However, nothing was getting accomplished. Jack had spent all day in his present position without having eaten a thing. As much as it had hurt her when discovering that Jack had made a deal with Davy Jones, and now trying to find a way to come about it so that he may continue to live, she ached to see him in such a state. She knew that Jack, though the brilliant captain he was, couldn't think straight without some real food in his stomach.

Trying to think of some way she could possibly get her husband to move from the position he lie on the bed, or at the least remove his arm so he could see her, Katrina rolled her eyes at the thought of the one idea that usually worked. Knowing what she had to do, she got onto the bed and slowly began crawling across it and its master.

"Jack please," Katrina started again in a sweet, pleading voice, hoping the pirate captain would remove his arm and take great pleasure in what was coming towards him. If he'd only look up he'd have the welcoming view of her breasts nearly pouring out of her dress, thus allowing a change of focus that he desperately needed. "You need to take a break from this."

Jack continued to stay silent.

"In any case it's not good for you to be thinking so much on an empty stomach."

"But will the key really allow me to break off this deal?" Jack finally said dramatically, reaching with both hands up above his head towards the ceiling where his gaze lay before allowing his arms to collapse back to their original positions mumbling, "I 'ave to figure this out!"

Katrina stopped crawling over the pirate captain, annoyed that he didn't even look at her. She then straddled herself across his waist, her dress covering the sides of the bed and Jack's legs.

"Please, Jack," Katrina cooed softly as she began to gently glide her hands over his chest. "I know how important it is to figure this out, but forcing your brain to over think things is not good!"

Receiving no response, Katrina purposefully readjusted her sitting position several times over while her hands continued to caress his chest. Jack gave an involuntary shudder from underneath. Katrina smirked to herself as she continued to skim her fingertips along his chest within the opening of his shirt thinking she finally had gotten her husband to change his focus.

"Mmm… Jack" Katrina sweetly moaned for added effect. "Now why don't you just come with me to the galley."

Jack gave an irritated sigh in reply.

Katrina brought her hands and hips to a stop. "Would you rather me bring the food here?"

Jack gave another irritated sigh.

In response to Jack's sigh, Katrina folded her arms in frustration.

"Jack," Katrina began through clenched teeth. "You need a break from your thoughts! You have been here too long, you must be hungry, so remove that arm from your face and let's go to the galley!"

"I'm not hungry," Jack mumbled as he had done before.

Katrina shook her head in disagreement. "I don't care. You need to eat something."

With that said, Katrina moved to one side of Jack. Rising up onto her knees she grabbed both of his hands and began pulling him up into a seated position as she crawled backwards to the foot of the bed.

"I said I'm not hungry," Jack protested as he weakly tried pulling away from his wife.

"Well, I think you need at least something."

"I don't want a thing," Jack whined bitterly as he let his head fall back when he finally sat upright near the end of the bed. "I'm not hungry."

By the time Jack bid his whining, Katrina had made her way off the bed and was now standing directly in front him.

"Jack," Katrina began, her arms crossed in front of her, "You may not want to eat, but you need to eat! As I said, you can't think straight on an empty stomach."

Jack gave a small sigh upward as he continued to look at the ceiling. However, after a moment he brought his head upright to face Katrina.

"My darlin' Katrina, I'm not--" he started but stopped abruptly as his view changed from the ceiling to Katrina's heaving chest. Was the new dress also too tight?

"I don't care, Jack!" Katrina stated firmly, her eyes narrowing.

Jack slowly moved his gaze from where they lay on Katrina's body to her eyes. She was upset. He recognized the look immediately. Oh, but how beautiful she looked when she was angry – her long black hair all disheveled around her face as it fell onto and past her exposed shoulders, and her folded arms so tightly folded about the base of her breasts, bringing a greater filling to the eye as they rose and fell with every breath. Suddenly the rush of her touch from just moments ago when he was still laying with his arm over his eyes came back.

"I said I'm not hungry," Jack smirked.

"And I said that I don't--"

"That is…" Jack interrupted with his infamous crooked grin before grabbing his wife around the waist and pulling her onto the bed. "I'm not hungry for food at the moment."