It was decided by Jack Sparrow that Mr. Gibbs, despite his impeccable skills as a first mate, had a horrible sense of timing. After his declaration of… well, softness, Jack had gone in for the kill. Katherine had just looked so damn adorable, standing in the middle his room, her sweaty hair clinging to her neck, bringing her bare foot down to floor like an impatient child. He could just imagine her with her fists in the air, her hair sticking out in pigtails, dressed in a baby doll outfit… and there's where he made his imagination stop.

"I'm not supposed to like a pirate!" Katherine's mouth had pouted prettily, mutating into that discontented shape that Jack knew so well already.

"Well, for not supposing to like a pirate, you've chosen the worst one to support, unless of course it was just me that you just happened to suppose to support and purposed, therefore proposed to fall for."

She stared at him dumbly. "That didn't make any sense."

"Nonsense never does." Jack shrugged a bit, holding his arms out as if he was just about to shake them from side to side.

Katherine turned her head slightly, but kept her eyes on Jack's. He's trying to confuse me, she thought. He's playing some sort of little mind game, and he's hoping that I'm not going to understand, and that I'll get trapped up in it. And at the end of it all, he's going to try and get a kiss. Voluntarily. She narrowed her eyes at this last thought, then eased her way around the side of the wall and onto the bed, folding into herself as much as possible, bringing her knees up to her chest and crossing her arms over them, then looking warily over her arms at Jack, who still had his arms out, now seemingly in defense.

"Ah now, Kathy, can I call you Kathy?"

"It's Katherine."

"I like Kathy. Kathy-rine. Kathy-ra-rine. Sooo much more interesting than just Kath-rine, don't you agree?"

"It's. Katherine."

"C'mon, Kathy-rine, I'm not so terribly scary after all, am I, I mean, you like me, I like me, Mr. Gibbs likes me, the crew, presumably, likes me. The newly wedded Turners like me, in fact, Elizabeth likes me so much that she kissed me. Right before she killed me, if I remember. Perhaps she didn't like me that much then. Will didn't like me then. But. They like me now."

Katherine stared at him as he advanced. She was looking over her knees, sitting on the bed, her eyes widened as Jack sidled closer.

"Cause… you like me. Right?"

"Did I say that?"

"You said that." Jack sat on the bed, draping an arm across Katherine's shoulder. She edged away slightly.

"I may have said I liked you, but I still don't like the smell of you," she pronounced, pushing Jack away and managing to firmly kick him in the chest in the process. Jack fell to the floor with an "oof."

Katherine waited to hear some kind of snarky comment rise, but silence met her ears.

"Jack."

Nothing.

"Jack, this isn't funny. I barely touched you."

Still nothing.

Katherine swept down on the floor and rolled over the semi-hunched pirate in order to chastise him. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head, and his mouth was half open.

"Blast."

Katherine lowered her head to Jack's chest, searching for a heartbeat, and heart a faint thumping. "Come on, you. Wake up." She slapped his face around a few times, only earning herself the view of Jack's tongue which slightly poked itself out of the side of his mouth. She groaned.

"I hate you, Jack Sparrow…"

Reluctantly, Katherine maneuvered one leg over Jack's stomach and lowered her head toward his, looking disgustedly at Jack's mustache and goatee. She pulled the sleeve of her dress over her hand briefly and ineffectually stabbed her clothed hand at Jack's mouth once or twice, anything to get that slimy tongue back where it belonged.

Again looking at her task, Katherine grimaced, then uttered a word she rarely used.

"Bugger."

She placed her fingers on Jack's nose, pinching it shut, grasping his chin with the other hand, forcing his mouth open. Than she slowly, very, very, slowly, opened her mouth, screwed shut her eyes, and put her lips on Jack Sparrow's.

Bugger bugger bugger bugger bugger bugger bugger bugger bugger bugger bugger bugger bugger bugger bugger bugger bugger bugger. Katherine's mind raced. She breathed out into Jack's mouth, then breathed in. Breathed out, then in, out then in. Than she lifted her head, and pressed on Jack's chest several times.

Isn't the blighter breathing YET?? Katherine thought desperately. She lowered her cheek to his mouth, and felt nothing. Apparently not.

Bugger. She lowered her head again, and breathed out, then in. Then felt something pressing back and something that felt very much like two arms going around the back of her. And she was light-headed for a couple of seconds as she suddenly sitting up.

After about ten seconds of this, including what seemed to be a reappearance of Jack's tongue, the pressure on her back decreased somewhat, and Katherine found herself looking directly into the deep brown eyes of the person she was supposed to be resuscitating just seconds before.

"I… you... bloody hell!" She stammered.

"That good, eh?" Jack smirked, showing his front gold teeth.

"You TRICKED me, you bastard!"

Jack's smirk suddenly turned into a frown. "No, not really, you really did knock the wind out of me, it really was a nast kick there…"

Katherine hit her fists on Jack's chest. "You… tricked… me… you… bloody… bugger…"

"You said bugger." Jack interrupted.

"You're rubbing off on me. You're a bad influence. Now let me GO!"

Jack answered by pressing his lips to hers again.

Katherine responded to this by continually beating on his chest, hard.

Mr. Gibbs, sensing a commotion, burst into Jack's cabin.

Jack parted from Katherine, spotted Mr. Gibbs, and instinctively pushed Katherine off of himself and stood up.

Mr. Gibbs cursed and covered his eyes, ruing the day he ever met Jack Sparrow.

Katherine cursed and stormed out of the cabin, ruing the day he ever met Jack Sparrow.

Jack cursed and sat heavily on the bed, ruing the day he ever met… himself.