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Chapter 11

Three days passed and Jack did not show up in the house again. It was Thursday and Jane was still thinking about what had happened three days before. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forget him and what they did that night. She was feeling slightly guilty for speaking to him so harshly. She had seen the look on his face when he had left; she had seen how his eyes had lost their playfulness and mischief. She knew that her words were a surprise to him; the bewilderment on his face was proof enough.

The fact that he had not returned to take his hat meant that he had either forgotten about her and did not wished to see her or that he was too proud to admit that her words were true. Either way she thought she owed him an apology for saying those words to him. The fact that they had slept together was not only his fault and she knew it. She had let him in her heart and apparently he was not going to leave soon.

It was late in the evening and she was sitting on her bed, biting her lip. Jack's hat was resting on her lap while she was wondering if she should go and see him.

When the door creaked open she looked up startled only to find Emma looking at her.

"Emma…" she sighed, trying to hide the hat under the covers.

"Miss, can I bring you a tray of food? You haven't eaten all day." The young maid asked worriedly.

"No, Emma. I'm not hungry." Jane muttered distantly.

"But, miss…" Emma started hesitantly.

"I have to go." Jane said suddenly. She stood up and put on her shoes while Emma watched confused.

"Where will you go at this hour, miss?" Emma asked her.

"I have to see someone and give something, Emma. I'll take the carriage, for it's quite far." Jane said as she fixed her dress.

"Alright, miss… I'm going." Emma said slowly before she walked out of the room.

Jane picked up Jack's hat and hastily exited her bedroom as well. She walked down the stairs, determined to go and see him. She entered the carriage and soon she was heading towards the East side of the island where Jack's ship was. When the driver spotted the cave he called her and she stepped out of the carriage to thank him.

"Should I wait, miss?" the driver asked and she nodded.

"Yes, please. I won't be too long and it's late." She said as she started walking away, towards the dark cave. She passed through it and soon she was in front of the beach. She looked around and her eyes widened when she saw a large ship with black sails.

"The Black Pearl." She whispered as she started walking towards it. As she got closer she saw a figure walking up the plank that led onto the deck and she recognized it; it was Mr. Gibbs.

"Sir!" she called and the older man stopped in his tracks before he turned around, looking confused.

"Sir? You mean me, lass? Oh! Miss Jane!" he exclaimed with wide eyes and a small tired smile on his face.

"Hello, Mr. Gibbs. This is Jack's ship, isn't it?" Her eyes roamed the deck.

"Aye, it's the Pearl. What are you doing here?" he asked curiously and she cleared her throat.

"I have something I have to give him. Is he here?" she asked and he shrugged.

"Don't know, lass. Just got back from me stroll. Maybe he's in his cabin 'cause I didn't see him into town. You go in there." He said pointing towards the captain's quarters and she nodded gratefully.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, lass." He said as he walked towards the other side of the ship.

She took a deep breath and started walking towards the closed cabin door. Only a few candles illuminated her way and the ship, but she could still see why he loved his ship so much. It was beautiful; a strange thing for a ship.

Soon she arrived at the door, but hesitated to knock.

"Come on, Jane. Knock." She muttered to herself. Taking a deep breath she raised her hand and knocked twice quickly.

"What?" The slightly slurred voice of the pirate captain caused her to frown a bit, but she tentatively opened the door before she walked inside.

Her eyes widened as soon as she spotted Jack on his bunk. A dark haired woman was straddling him as he lay shirtless on his back, his hands on the woman's hips.

"What the hell you want now, Gibbs?" Jack asked gruffly as the woman sat up and looked at Jane with wide eyes before she hurried to remove herself from Jack and hide under the covers.

Jane stood frozen on the spot, watching as if in slow motion as Jack groaned in irritation and looked up. His eyes landed on her and he stilled for a moment. He shot up from the bed, his hands flying to his belt to buckle it quickly.

"Janey?" he slurred hoarsely and Jane finally broke out of her shocked state.

"I-I am sorry. I shouldn't have come here." She whispered as Jack clumsily walked towards her barefoot.

"Luv…" he said softly and she blinked, not even taking a look at her surroundings as she stepped back from the dim lighted cabin.

"I apologize for the interruption." She mumbled stupidly, feeling as if someone had thrust a knife in her gut.

"Janey, don't leave yet. Let me…" he said as he followed her while she walked backwards.

"I just wanted to give you your hat. You didn't come back for it." She stuttered and his face looked pained and panicked at the same time.

"Let me explain, Janey." He said as she extended her hand to give him the hat.

"Take it." She whispered shakily, but he made no move to follow her command. He just stared at her desperately.

"Janey, this woman…" he started quickly.

"This woman is not my concern, but I know that she's a fool like me for trusting you." She replied throatily.

"You asked me to leave, luv." He hissed with narrowed eyes.

"Apparently, it was a good choice. Take it." She repeated, but he only stared at her.

"I'm a man, luv, a pirate. What did you expect? I understand when someone tells me to leave," he snapped as he came close to her, the rum heavy on his breath.

"Of course. Being a pirate is always a good excuse for betrayals. But of course betrayal doesn't apply to me. We have nothing. You're nothing to me. Just an acquaintance." She said and she could see his chest rising and falling quickly as anger started building up inside him.

"An acquaintance, eh? You sleep often with acquaintances?" he snarled and the slap he received was nothing compared to how she felt when she heard his words.

"You sleep often with your best friends' wives too?" she asked and he rubbed his red cheek as he looked at her; anger, longing and lust evident in his gaze.

"You should know, luv. Lizzie's room is right next to yours." He spoke the words deliberately, knowing the implication would hurt her,

"Take it." Was the only thing she said, but he stayed still, making no move to claim his precious hat.

"Take it, damn you!" she cried forcefully and he snatched his hat from her. She turned around, but he grabbed her hand effectively pulling her to him.

"Let go, Jack Now!" She tried to get away and he grinned down at her., smugly, condescendingly.

"Jealous, Janey? I didn't know you possessed such feelings." He whispered against her lips as he leaned down.

"You should return to your company. I bet she charges by the minute." She said as she tried to push him away.

"How can you be so sure she's a wench? You weren't, if I remember correctly." He murmured. his smirk cruel and suggestive.

"What the hell you want, Jack? To hurt me? Well done then! You succeeded! And here I was trying to apologize…Now, let me go!" she cried loudly and he let go of her as if she'd burned him.

"What?" he muttered inanely but she shook her head.

"Nothing." She muttered as she turned away and wiped her cheek with the back of her hand.

Jack shook his head and walked quickly after her. He grabbed her waist and turned her around again. As soon as she was facing him, he slammed his lips against her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her possessively and deepened the kiss, his tongue parting her lips to explore her mouth thoroughly.

Jane gasped, but found the strength to push him away from her.

"Don't touch me again, don't kiss me again. You have no right." She spat before she walked away from him, her shoes thudding loudly against the wooden deck of the ship.

Jack curled his hands into fists as he breathed heavily, his expression furious at himself and at her for making him weak. He leaned against the mast and sighed, her taste still on his lips and tongue. His body was covered in sweat and his head was still reeling when footsteps echoed in the dead silence.

"Jack?" The woman's voice was curious.

"Get out. Take the money that's on the nightstand and get off me ship." He said without looking at her.

The woman rolled her eyes and did as she was told before she reappeared.

"Are you sure there's nothing more I can do, Captain?" she asked as her hand ventured below his belt. He grabbed her wrist in a death grip and gritted his teeth.

"I said no, lass. Which part of the get off don't you understand?" he hissed, throwing her hand away from him.

"Fine. Have a good night then. I know I will." She said, placing the money in her dress as she walked away.

"Bugger, bugger! Bugger them all to hell!" he barked as he turned around and walked into his cabin. The door slamming shut echoed in the warm Caribbean night.

End of chapter 11

Author's note: Thank you for reading!

Edited: 9/2013