Sorry. I do not own Johnny Depp/Jack Sparrow, Geoffrey Rush/ Hector Barbossa, nor POTC, all though I wish I did. Only the twins Rena and Jena are mine.

This chapter is for you reviewers! I made it especially for you, believing that you deserved a little love. So, without further a due, Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Surprise, Surprise

"That is the second time that I had to watch that man sail away with my ship." Jack mumbled as the three of them watched the ship.

"The second time that I had to watch him leave with my sister." Rena added. They looked at each other for a moment, and then turned to Elizabeth, eyebrows raised.

She looked at them in confusion. "What?"

Rena and Jack both smiled before Rena let her legs weaken and she fell into the sand. She stared at the blue sky for a moment. "If this wasn't such a dire situation and a man on the beach with me," She then closed her eyes and folded her arms behind her head. "I would so be stripped and sunbathing." She heard Jack give a laugh before he started to walk away. She opened her eyes and saw Elizabeth start to walk after him and sighed before she pushed herself back up to her feet. She ran into the water again to wash the sand off of her before taking off her shoes and following them both. They came to a patch of trees and grass. She ignored what they were saying as she watched Jack strangely walk across the area and then jump up and down.

"What in the blazes are you doing?" Rena asked, watching him.

He winked before turning back to Elizabeth as she asked. "How did you escape last time?"

He took a moment. "Last time, I was here a grand total of three days, all right? Last time," He moved away a bit and pulled open what seemed to be a door to a buried chamber and walked down a set of stairs. "The rumrunners used this island as a cache, came by, and I was able to barter passage off. From the looks of things they've long been out of business." He grabbed a few bottles of rum and began to walk back up. "Probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that."

"So that's it, then?" Elizabeth demanded as Rena laughed behind them. "That's the secret, grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach, drinking rum?"

"Welcome to the Caribbean." What else could Jack say? He shoved one of the bottles into her hands and walked towards Rena, to whom he gave another bottle too.

"Now you see," Rena laughed as she took the bottle. "I can believe the story of you drinking rum on this beach for three days better than I can about you rafting the sea turtles together!" He grinned as they began to walk back towards the water. "Oh, and his name isn't Norrington, Jackie."

He looked at her in confusion. "It's not?"

"Nope," She pulled the cork off and threw it over her shoulder. "Jena and I have officially renamed him as 'Borrington'."

Rena had watched as Jack and Elizabeth drank and sang and danced around the fire. Both were now asleep, the fire dimming down to just a blaze, and she had moved. She now sat at the edge of the sand, her feet dipped in the cool water. She now began to sip the rum she had herself. It was different from the water and juice she normally drank, but she got used to it.

"So, how come you're the only one not sleeping?" Rena turned her head and looked at Jack as he sat next to her, dipping his own feet in the water.

"I, just don't feel like going to sleep yet." She took another drink, and then hung her head. "She was right there, Jack. Right there!"

He watched her. She was referring to her sister and he knew that. But what cold he do? How could he cheer her up?

He slipped his right arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. As she rested her head on his shoulder, Jack felt his heart begin to beat louder. What was going on with him? Why was she doing this to him? How was she doing this to him?

"My apologies, Rena. I'm sorry that we couldn't save your sister. But I swore to you that I would help you, and until she is safely back with you, I will not stop. Somehow, and some way, I shall find a way for us to get off this island and continue after them."

There was silence for a moment. "Thanks Jack. That means a lot to me. Really."

"Not a problem." He noticed that she still had that bandana of hers tied around her right eye and laughed. "Barbossa isn't here anymore, so you can take that thing off your head. Isn't it kind of hard to see with it over your eye?"

She pulled away from him with a nervous smile. "No, I'm all right with it there. I like it! There's no reason for me to take it off!"

Jack's suspicions grew and before she could move he reached forward and pulled it from her head. Rena didn't move, but she didn't look at him either. He gripped the bandana tightly in his hand as he grew exceptionally angry.

The cut started at the top of her eyebrow, jumped past her eye and ended just below it. It was a miracle that she hadn't become blind, but Jack knew that it would scar.

Dipping the cloth into the ocean water, he leaned forward.

"I know it will sting because the water is full of salt, but it's the best that we have for now." Rena didn't reply as he began to clear the blood from around the cuts. She winced, but kept her complaints in, making Jack smile; but only for a moment.

"I'm sorry," He told her sadly. "If I didn't let myself get caught back at the cave, I would have been on the ship to save you from receiving this."

She grabbed his hand and pulled it from her face. "No. Don't blame yourself Jack. Its not your fault. Not your fault at all. Its mine for letting my guard down when my sister received hers."

He looked surprised. "Your sister received one as well?"

She nodded sadly. "Yes. Across her left one," She gave a weak laugh. "It looks like people will be able to tell the difference between us now."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Everyone back home will now be able to tell if its me sneaking about ole' 'Borrington's' home, placing the snakes in his tub and bed and not be confused on choosing who. If they catch me, that is."

Jack couldn't help but chuckle. "You really don't like the Commodore, do you Love?"

She shook her head before he continued to wipe what remained of the blood away. "No I do not. He's a right royal jerk that thinks little of maids and townspeople, and he won't leave Elizabeth be!" She leaned in towards him. "And let me tell you, does he want her!"

She then pulled back and stayed silent for a moment. "Jack?"

"Yes Love?" He was now washing the blood from the bandana.

"How exactly did you get captured by Barbossa in the cave?"

Jack gave her a smile. "Has dear William not told you yet?" Her confused look made his smile turn wider. "He knocked me over the head with one of the oars and left me there while he got the girls and escaped. A bit sly the young boy is." He looked up to see an angry look on her face. He sighed. "Don't be mad at the boy now Love. I'm not. Not anymore anyway."

"But how can you not be mad at him? He-"

He placed a finger on her lips. "Shhh. It's fine." At that moment, he didn't know what came over him. He began to feel something that he hadn't felt for a long time. A feeling that was beginning to make him sick, and there was only one way to cure it. "Everything," Jack removed his finger from her mouth. "Is," He locked eyes with her. "Just," His right hand cradled the back of Rena's head as he moved closer to her. "Fine." He gently pressed his lips to hers after the word had left is mouth.

Rena froze. This was something that she was not expecting. She had fantasized about kissing Captain Jack Sparrow since they met at Port Royal, but to think that it would actually happen? She didn't know what to do! She'd never kissed a boy before in her life. Hell, the only boy she ever had a crush on was Will, and that was just a child thing. She searched her mind for what she was supposed to do.

But it seemed that her body already had to answers.

Jack pulled back to get some breath and began to pull further back but her hands gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him closer, refusing to let him pull away. She knew Jack was now smiling as his arms wound around her body, one returning back to the back of her neck, the other to her lower back.

Rena couldn't help but smile herself. She couldn't fight it any more. She knew now that she loved Jack Sparrow, and next time they met, she would have to thank Barbossa for kidnapping her sister, or else this never would have happened.

Jack's hand combed through the back of Rena's hair for a moment before he began to lean her back into the sand. The sick feeling he was feeling in his stomach turned to excitement…and he planned on taking the excitement to the next level.

As Jack lay on top of her, Rena was growing scared and worried. Jack really didn't think that she was going to actually 'do it' with him, did he? If it was a different place, and different circumstances, she might of, but not on the beach with a sleeping woman in front of them.

But as their kissing continued, her nervousness began to fade away. Jack wasn't going to pull that on her. It was just kissing.

Until Jack's hand began to slip up her shirt. She sighed and grabbed it before pushing it away. Jack rolled off her, an unreadable look on his face as she sat up and stared at the sand beneath her.

"Sorry Jack," She mumbled. "I'm just not…ready I suppose would be the right words."

In truth, Rena wasn't going to give it up to anyone except the man that married her. She would stay pure until then. And sadly, she doubted that Jack would be that man.

But, she could still hope.

He chuckled and propped himself up on his right arm as he looked at the young woman. "Don't worry Love. You said no, so I won't do a thing like that. I respect it when a woman says no, unlike the other pirates there are."

She looked at him and smiled. "Thank you, Jack."

He cupped her chin. "But you know, if you change your mind, just call me." they both grinned and he kissed her again.

"Jackie," She shook her head at him before she kissed him back.

Sex? No. Kissing? Until he doesn't want to anymore.

Jena continued to scowl at the man that stood across the table from her. He was scowling right back at her as he set her food on the table. It was the man that had giving her the cut across her eye, and she was thinking about how she could get him back.

He turned to leave the room, and she refused to let him do that without receiving something back in return. So, she did the only thing that she could think of. She stood from her chair and jumped on his back as she began to beat his head with the free arms she wasn't clutching around his throat.

The man knocked the table over, trying to pull the woman off of him and tried to pull her off, but he couldn't for some reason. His shouts and the clattering of dishes broke through the night, bringing Barbossa and several others into the Captain's Quarters. Barbossa had planned on coming in later that night to speak with her, but now that she had gone and attacked one of his crew members, now seemed to be the best time.

He walked forward and pulled Jena off of the man. She struggled against him, trying to hit the man even more as he backed away, but Barbossa wouldn't let her go.

"Get out." He told his crew. "Now!"

All four of them ran out as the man shot a glare back at the woman in his Captain's arms. As soon as the door shut Barbossa let Jena go and she quickly moved to the opposite side of the room and glared at him.

"Do you mind telling me what that was all about?" Barbossa asked.

She continued to glare at him as she crossed her arms. "Just a little payback. Nothing that need concern you." She turned her back to him, and tightened the bandana she continued to wear. She had cleaned it as best as she could, but without a bandage, the bandana was all that she had.

She feared her sister had worse, due to being left out on a deserted island.

"You're wrong their missy. That was a member of my crew that you were attacking, so it concerns me a lot. Now, I shall only ask once again. What were you doing? What gives you the right to-"

"What gives me the right?" She turned back to face him. "What gives me the right to attack you and your crew? You kidnapped me! You've taken me from my home…my family! And when I finally get my sister back and am on my way home, you take me again, and then strand my sister out on an island in the middle of nowhere before allowing the man that cut my face open to come in here and smirk at me? It is I who should be asking YOU what' you are doing!" She yelled at him.

Barbossa's eyes narrowed as he took a few steps closer to her. He grabbed the bandana and yanked it off. He then threw it on the ground and muttered enraged curses under his breath.

The cut started at the top of her eyebrow, jumped past her eye and ended just below it. He was surprised and relieved as she watched him with both of her eyes, so he knew that she was not blind.

He finally paused and looked back at her face. "I told them NOT to harm ye. This will not go unpunished, I assure ye."

She snorted and walked over to the bed to sit. "Why should it matter to you? You've caused me more pain than he has."

For some reason, Jena's words stung Barbossa and his faced softened. In all truth, she was right. And normally, Barbossa wouldn't care if someone else had said it. He wouldn't have even kept someone else on his ship in his Captain's Quarters like he was allowing her to stay. What was it about her that was making him feel and do this?

"You were telling me the truth about her blood not being the one we needed. Why?" Barbossa finally asked, moving to stand before the woman sitting on the bed. She refused to look at him, and he grabbed her chin and pulled up, forcing her too. "Why?" He repeated.

She sighed. "Because. I didn't like seeing you suffer. To have that curse for all these years and seeing how happy you were when you thought you would get it lifted, it hurt me to think about how you would feel when you found out that it was all just a lie." Her eyes seemed to grow harsher as she looked at him. "And you didn't believe me, so you know what, it's your own fault. I hold no remorse for you any longer." She was silent for a little longer before she decided to ask - "Why did you decide to take me again, instead of throwing me into the ocean like you had my sister?"

Barbossa didn't answer for a moment. He let go of her chin and turned to sit in one of the chairs across from the bed. He watched her for a moment, thinking on how he was going to answer her.

He didn't have an answer for her. Not an answer her could voice in truth. It was his feelings that made him wish to keep her with him, and he followed them. How was he going to tell her that?

"I decided to take you again because-" He had to stop. He couldn't think of anything to say. Who'd have thought it? The Great Captain Barbossa, lost for words due to a woman. If anyone were to find out, he'd never hear the end of it. "Because-"

Jena's eyebrows rose at the man in front of her, a smile on her face. Him being unable to reply made him appear adorable as he searched for what to say. She had an idea as of why he had decided to take her again, but she was a bit nervous in doing anything to him. She herself had felt a certain…lust for Hector, but she didn't think it was a good thing to take part in. Was is wrong to love one of the bad guys?

She was raised to believe so, but now, her thoughts were fighting with each other.

And she was afraid that she didn't want to fight her feelings any longer.

Jena stood up as Barbossa continued to search for words. He seemed really intent on it, seeming as how he continued to think, not noticing her movement.

She shook her head, and gently lifted Barbossa's head as she slipped tow fingers under his chin. He watched her now, confusion in his eyes, and yet something else as well. Something that made her decision final.

Jena straddled the man, who now sat stiffly still, and hugged him. She buried her face in his hair and breathed in deeply. One would expect that a man who had been on the sea for years and years would smell like the sea, but Barbossa didn't. It was a musky scent, like that of a Musk Rose, and it made her head spin.

Barbossa had yet to move so Jena pulled back, her hands curled around his neck as she looked into his eyes for a moment. She gave a quick smile before she leaned in, catching his lips with her own.

Barbossa didn't move, but only for a moment. To think that she felt the way he did. And she knew what he was; about the curse. He knew that there was something about this woman the first night that she had come out to talk to him still as a human, and not a monster.

For some reason, as his arms finally moved to hold Jena as he began to kiss her back, he was glad that he had become cursed. Glad that he had been searching for the Medallions. For it he hadn't, he never would have gone to Port Royal, and he never would have met Jena Rush.

Jena let out a little squeal as Barbossa picked her up and stood, carrying her in his arms. She giggled and continued to kiss him as he made his way over to the bed. She knew what was coming. But was it a good idea?

He laid her out on the bed and tore his jacket and hat off before laying down on top of her. Their kissing continued, and Jena nodded in her mind.

It just felt right, what they were doing. She didn't want to say no, and she knew that she wasn't going to.

Barbossa felt Jena begin to run her hands over the back of his shirt and grinned. It then fell. What good would it be, having this woman, if he himself couldn't feel it? Where would the fun be for him?

That's the thing.

There wouldn't be any.

He sighed, and rolled off of her to the other side of the bed, and folded his arms behind his head to stare at the ceiling for a moment. He glanced back at her in time to see the hurt look in her eyes. He sighed and rolled over to face her. He placed his left hand on her hip.

"Don't take this as a rejection my dear. You know of my curse. If we were to-" His eyebrows rose. "-then I would not be able to feel it, and that wouldn't be fun, don't you agree?"

Jena giggled and ran a finger down his chest. "No, I suppose that it wouldn't."

Barbossa smiled and rolled back to his back. "When I am free of this curse, will you continue to sail with me?"

Barbossa bit his tongue and closed his eyes. He didn't mean to say it aloud. He didn't mean to say it at all. It just sort of popped out. And he had a feeling that he would regret it.

Jena sat up and stared down at the man in surprise. She hadn't been expecting that. How was she going to answer him?

"I, I don't know." She told him, and he opened his eyes to look at her troubled face. "With my sister and all, I don't know if I would be able to…leave her and the rest behind." She looked down at him. "Can I have a few days to think it over?"

Barbossa's mouth fell open. She was actually considering it? That was a surprise to him. He had been expecting a 'no' and a storming from the room. But her answer now made him smile.

He leaned forward to kiss her again. "Of course you can. Take all the time you need."