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"You're a bit far away from that island I last saw you on," Jack said with a smirk as we settled into our seats. After part of our crew picked their jaws up off of the floor, we sat down at a table in the dark corner. There was hardly anyone around since it was the wee hours of the morning. In fact, there were still members of the crew stumbling in, hiking up their pants and tugging on shirts.

Apparently, this Mistress Turner was a very important woman.

"When duty calls, I must go," the woman replied, eyeing Jack with clear distaste. I was still trying to decide whether or not I even liked her.

"And why would your so called duty lead you out to the Mediterranean, luv? Your place is in the Caribbean."

"Well, Jack, since you are the one who so graciously voted for me to be the pirate King," her voice oozing sarcasm, "my so called 'place' is everywhere the water touches. That includes the Mediterranean, you dolt."

Aye, I liked this lady quite a bit.

Jack shrugged her off, giving her one of those shit-eating grins. "What brings ye here then?"

Mistress Turner leaned her elbows on the table. "Rumor has it that there is a new sea goddess emerging." Jack stiffened, but she continued on. "The Lords are not pleased, Jack. After the fiasco with Calypso—"

"You mean the 'fiasco' in which she saved every single one of us? Aye, a fiasco indeed." Gibbs muttered.

"A fiasco, the likes of which we hadn't seen in a long time." She retorted curtly, eyeing Mr. Gibbs. "There have been a number of strange occurrences. More typhoons than normal, more siren attacks than there have been in I'm not sure how long."

"So mermaids getting antsy and unusual weather patterns are enough to make you think there is another sea goddess coming into power?"

Mistress Turner glowered at Jack. "Do not mock me, Sparrow. We don't want to hurt whoever the girl is, but we need to know that what happened in the past is not going to reoccur."

"Then why uproot yourself, Elizabeth? You and young master Turner? You simply could have sent one of your most trusted to bring the news."

"When I heard about what happened with you and the girl from Tortuga, I figured you knew something the rest of us didn't, so I decided to come see for myself who she was."

For the first time, Mistress Turner's dark eyes landed on me. "I assume you're her, aye?"

"Who?"

"The girl Jack took from Tortuga. Tell me, dear, why would Captain Sparrow decide that he wanted to take a little barmaid from Tortuga on a ship with him?"

I was starting to like her less and less. "I don't think that's any of your business, Mistress Turner. What happened between Captain Sparrow and myself will stay between us."

She gave a small smile for the first time. "That's a very unusual eye color. Are you blind?"

I leaned over the table, closer to her face, eyes on hers the whole time. "Do I appear blind to you, Mistress Turner?"

There was a tense pause before she leaned back in her chair to laugh. "Oh my, she is fun! Please, dear, call me Elizabeth. Jack, you might want to be careful, she has a spirit that you don't typically look for in your women."

I scrunched my nose indignantly. I'm not one of his "women".

Elizabeth turned her attention back to Jack. "If you aren't in on the rising wave, why are you here?"

"Saying hello to an old friend," he replied.

"Who, Calypso?"

"She prefers to go by Tia Dalma still. Also, dear Elizabeth, I would say her name much quieter if I were you. If she thinks that you have even remotely hostile feelings against her or her kind, she will sink your ship to the bottom of the ocean, both you and young Master Turner."

Elizabeth's face turned to ice as she stood, looking down at Jack. "This isn't finished, Jack."

"It never seems to be with you, does it?" he remarked cheekily, watching as she stalked out of the bar, crew filing out behind her.

It was quiet for a moment before Mr. Gibbs spoke. "Cap'n, may I speak with you alone for a moment?"

Jack nodded and left the room with Gibbs. The rest of the crew made our way back to the rooms, not entirely sure what to make of this little visit. I rang down for a bath to be brought up. If I was to think on this, I was going to do it while I took a nice long soak.

A few minutes later, three bleary eyed maids walked through the door carrying a decent sized tub and two large buckets of steaming water. They filled it quickly, gave me some bath salts, and left without a word. I made a quick mental note to slip a few coppers under their doors before I left.

As I slipped off my clothes, I began to wonder what Elizabeth was talking about. I was certain she had an inkling that I was the person that she was searching for, but she wasn't certain. I had oddly colored eyes, sure, but that was about it. There was nothing else to warrant suspicion of me.

I didn't like the way that she looked at me. If I was some sort of sea goddess, which I was still extremely skeptical about, what would she want with me? What had they done to Tia Dalma that made the woman hate her so? It must not have been good. I decided to ask Mr. Gibbs later. He did so love to tell stories.

I decided to stop thinking for a little while and luxuriate in the hot water that surrounded my body. It was heavenly, the warmth seeping down to my bones. The salts that they gave me smelled like lilacs, my favorite flower. Holding my breath, I sank underneath, wetting my hair. I stayed under for a few moments before surfacing, enjoying the warm water on my face and cheeks, which had been oddly cold for the past few days.

When I wiped my hair out of my face, I gave a small shriek. Sitting on my bed, staring at me intently was Jack.

I scrambled in the water, trying to cover myself. "What are you doing, ye bloody idiot! Get out of here!"

"We didn't get to finish what we started earlier, kitten," he said seductively as he rose from the bed. Crossing to the tub in a few steps, he sank down onto his knees beside me, running his rough fingers over my bare shoulder. "And I do so wish to finish it."

"Jack," I sputtered, "we shouldn't, I—"

He pressed a finger to my lips. "You think too much, luv. Relax. I want to watch you writhe in ecstasy."

I went to respond, but he gave me no time. He crushed his lips to mine, tongue sweeping over my mouth. This was odd. Lovely, but odd. Jack wasn't usually so insistent. He was languid with his movements, but this was urgent, almost panicked.

I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him away slightly. "Jack, what's wrong?"

He said nothing, bringing his mouth down to taste the water droplets on my neck. I couldn't hold back a small moan as one hand bunched my hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me closer and tighter to him. The other hand made its way down my chest, tugging lightly at my nipples, teasing them into hard, pert buds.

He bit down lightly on my shoulder, soothing the mark with his tongue as the hand continued lower, down to my belly to the apex of my thighs.

I startled away from him as his long finger trailed down my slit, pushing the folds apart slightly. My hands tightened on his shoulders as I held him away. "Jack,"

His dark eyes bored into mine, seeing into my very soul as he continued to stroke me. The tip of his finger found a spot that made my thighs clamp down on his hand.

I knew I should be stopping him. Something wasn't right, I could feel it, but he was driving all sane thoughts from my head. After a moment, he pulled away and a pathetic mewl made its way from my throat. It was short lived, however, when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me from the tub. Water sloshed over the floors and immediately soaked his clothes as he pulled me tight, his mouth on mine once more.

He stepped over to the bed and laid me down gently, my backside resting almost on the edge. His mouth moved from mine and made a trail down my neck to my chest, tasting the water left from the bath. One of his hands found the very center of me again, stroking and caressing.

"You're so wet, darling," he murmured huskily against my breast. "So tempting, so beautiful…"

I couldn't think of a thing to say. I simply clutched his shirt tightly, hoping that he wouldn't let me float away.

I realized quickly that his mouth was beginning to go lower, down my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel, lips traveling lower and lower still.

Finally, I found some strength. I leaned up and grabbed his face, scratchy in my hands where his beard was. "Jack, what are you—oh!"

He kept his eyes on mine as his tongue swept up my core. It was the most delicious feeling, and it sent my toes curling. He continued his ministrations and I was powerless to stop him. The voice in my head who had once been telling me something was wrong no longer cared about what was going on.

A feeling was building inside of me, something that I had never felt before. As Jack worked his magic over me (and magic it certainly was) it became tighter and tighter until I thought I could no longer bear it.

He must have known because he gave me one last stroke of his tongue before coming back up to look into my eyes. His fingers worked on that bundle of nerves as his other hand grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.

"Let go, Mae," he panted. "I'm here to catch you."

That was all it took. I threw my head back and cried out, arching into his touch as colors clashed in my eyes. I heard thunder in the distance as I came back down to Earth, and voices murmuring in my ear with the sound of waves washing over me.