Hey! This is a sort of boring in-between chapter that I wrote months ago. And published now! sorry!

Will

"Don't worry just look at me and you'll be fine!" she whispered. "I'm Elizabeth Swan, by the way"

But she wasn't Elizabeth and I couldn't help but feel a little guilty that I was this close to her- we were both practically naked.

I don't know why in the world it would be hard to look at her. She's beautiful. But in such a strange way…her eyes were so large I wondered if she had trouble blinking and and…I honestly found it difficult not to stare.

The whole thing was over what seemed like a few minutes. I didn't even do much, except stare at her of course.

The odd thing is, I was thinking about Elizabeth less, and less.

Amanda

"You're back!" I heard Francesca say, just as I rang the doorbell. I smiled as she hugged me at the door, and I entered, dropping my handbag and little suitcase. I didn't go back to my place…because…well it's lonely there!. I smirked at Jack, who was sprawled across the big sofa bed, snoring.

"You busy today?" I asked, suddenly thankful that Jack was asleep. Francesca shook her head.

"Not actually today …and …Seth told me you weren't coming to Milan! Why! why, why, why??" she whinged.

I sighed. "I dunno. I just cant really be bothered." I said quietly. She laughed at me. Hmmph. Its coz I only booked one show and you got about thirty! And you didn't even have to try!!

"hey can I borrow a top? This ones all sweaty" I said.

"mmhm"

I made my way to her little closet. (hah…little as my bedroom!) I bet its exploding with stuff she's never seen in her life, and I bet-

I opened the door and sort of was shocked. I mean, it wasn't messy messy…or anything…just that it was like someone like Paris Hilton's suitcase(s) exploded in her closet. Except that I don't think Paris has a fluffy dress with a life-size violin on the neckline. Or some thing that resembled a peacock.

It wasn't that she had mounds of clothes everywhere, but all the racks and hangers and shelves were all stuffed. It was just that she never wore the clothes on the left side, and on the right side was sutff that she does wear. And there was a section of fancy bags and boxes of things shed never even looked twice at. And I'm not even going to mention her shoes.

"Frannnnnnnn" I yelled, rolling my eyes. She really need to sort this out. Honestly, where did she get all this stuff?

"What" she said from afar, "can't find a top? I have heaps don't worry" She came in and started sorting through racks of clothes, humming to herself. She's going through drawers, shuffling around and …I don't actually know what's she doing. Its amazing that she even has to look for something wearable in this- this…jungle

I just started laughing, "Ces, you really need to get rid of all this…this stuff…"

She frowned, and then rolled her eyes, smiling. "Well I'm sorry if I have a better wardrobe than you- I cant help it"

"Donate it- you know, to charity! Anyway all the stuff on the left, you don't even look at!" I said incredulously.

"Well……That's the special stuff. You know, for special events and weddings, anniversary's and um…fancy dress party's and stuff…" she explained.

As if. Valentino's already made her dress for his good-bye anniversary party or something. And anyway, who would want to turn up to a fancy dress party dressed as a peacock…jeez.

She shrugged and sighed. "Okay"

Why the hell did she look gloomy? Who would be sad to get rid of a dress with a wire feature decorated with fairy-lights poking out of its neckline?

Fran

So, an hour later, I've sort of cleared out all my unusual tops and pants and skirts. Amanda's labelled these boxes and she's sorting out the stuff I've chosen to ditch, into them. I'm sort of reluctant to part with my dresses. I mean, they are dresses!

I pulled out another dress; this one was black silk and two little painted wooden violins on its frilly pink neckline. I remember this. It looked nicer in real life…and I think I might have the matching shoes. Hmm. I might not show those to Amanda.

Amanda caught me looking at it and rolled her eyes. "Honestly Ces, that needs to go"

But its so romantic and silky…. "but I might need it…:"

She raised her eyebrows. "Like when??"

I frowned. "well…maybe at like, a-a…violin concert!" I smiled. There.

"You'll just scare the violinist" she laughed. "It needs to go"

"Fine, which box then", I said, a bit disappointed.

"The one that's labelled what were you thinking?" she suggested innocently.

I frowned, Yeh well, she can ask Karl Lagerfeld that cant she… and…

"Really? 'Cos I was just going to label that on Jack" I retorted, looking back at the dress. Amanda looked at me and went bright red. Hah.

Amanda

We went into my room and locked the door. "I really can't believe you did that" she giggled, bouncing my bed. "He's a pirate!!"

"Where's Will?" I asked casually. Francesca raised her eyebrows

"Oh, and he's in my room, reading Vogue or something. I thought you wanted to talk about Jack. You talk about your day and I'll talk about mine."

I laughed. "Vogue? Will's reading that? Whatever. Is he reading the one where you're on the cover?, which means, every second one there ever is?"

She rolled her eyes briefly. "I don't know. Don't you reckon he's bored stuck here? And he can't even drive. Hey maybe I should teach him!"

I laughed loudly. "You? No way"

How about you kissed Jack?" she retorted

"Yeh. I did." I paused. "I don't know why!!" I said, helpless.

"Well…What were you thinking" she said dramatically, then laughed. I glared at her, shut my eyes.

"This is not funny!" I protested.

"You're right. Serious issue" she reminded herself.

"Oh Ces! I'm so stupid" I wailed.

"Do you like him?" she asked. Typical.

"Yes, obviously. Say something helpful will you?" I groaned.

"Well…did he kiss you back?" she asked this time.

I nodded. "But of course he would…I mean…he's-he's Jack Sparrow! He'd kiss you back if you did! He'd even hook up with my mum, I bet you" I muttered.

Francesca studied me and then laughed. "You're right. But you still like him, right? So, you have to talk to him, stop avoiding him!" she said.

"But I don't know what to say! I can't think when I'm around him, Ces!" I said frustrated. "but it doesn't matter, I mean…well…I met this really nice guy in Fiji! And he's totally awesome……except he lives in …Fiji………" I trailed off. To be honest, I've only ever had one serious relationship before. For two years, I dated this guy called Daniel Simmons and I was in love with him the whole time…but he decided to break up with me because he decided he didn't like me anymore. Actually that's not entirely true. He said he couldn't "wait" for me any longer. (nastyassholewankningstupidbastard)

"Oh Amanda! Tell him your feelings, and if he doesn't like you back then he's an asshole!" she exclaimed. See, this is why I adore her. Who else would say that a guy is an asshole if they didn't like me? Exactly. She even phoned up Dan and called him a useless hideous fuckwit right after I told her he ditched me. And then ranted on for a few more minutes…? Why? Because she wouldn't have sex with you? Well who'd wanna have sex with you and your abnormally small dick?" and something about "Revolting chest hair" and "rank breath" (all not true)

But Jack??? God, what is wrong with me? He's a pirate! A pirate!! I groaned at the thought of telling Jack my feelings. I didn't even know my feelings!

"But" I said, my heart beating fast. "He's Jack Sparrow, Ces! He doesn't exactly have a good reputation with women!" I grunted.

She paused. "I know. But just talk to him first, say what you want, and if he doesn't like you back, then stuff him!" she said, picking at the embroidery on the blanket.

I sighed. "I can not believe I-I can't just get over him. Why do I even like him?" I asked myself. Did I say it aloud?

"'cause he's an unbelievingly sexy pirate, just what you need, Amanda. Someone adventurous like Jack. I mean, it's hard to see you two together, but I can see it." oh god. I bet she's picturing us having a picnic or something.

"Talk to him. Just do it for me, please?" she asked, pouting. I scowled, nodding. I want to yell "TALK to him? What the hell??"

She smiled. "Yipee! Oh god, it's like we're 14 again!" she jumped off the bed and smiled, opening the door for me and extending her arm comically, pointing it to Jacks sleeping form. She ushered me out. I frowned.

"Now?" I hissed. "I can't do it now!" But Francesca had already gone back in my room and locked the door, probably laughing and thinking this thing is hilarious. Before I could demand to be let in, or escape, I heard Jack say.

"Can't do what, luv?"

I groaned inwardly.

"Nothing" I tried to say casually but as if that ever works for me. Nothing ever works for me.

"Aye, ye can't do nothing, but what can ye do?" he asked, stretching like a cat. Jack got up and walked over to me. Oh, great. Just great! And did he just have to look so sexy in the morning? Bloody hell. I felt cursed. He's a witch, I'm sure. Wait no, a wizard.

"Can I talk to you about something?" I squeaked, already going red. Bloody hell!!!! Now I'd started there was no way I was going back.

"Aye ye can, luv" he said, looking at me. Why did he have to look at me? I can't think when he does that, why can't he just go to the kitchen and make breakfast instead? Stupid wizard.

"Um" I gulped. "I …I um……I'm sorry for uhh…kissing you. I didn't mean to, and yeah. I'm sorry" There. Okay, not exactly what Francesca said for me to say, but I can just tell her my voice slipped.

Jack didn't even answer, he grinned. I wonder if he could hear my heart beating.

"Well. I just- I mean" I stopped. How that hell do I say this? I'm in love with you? No way. I didn't know that. I have a lot of weird, unexplainable feelings towards you, Jack" oh gosh. This is incredible.

"Yeh." I finally blurted.

"Wot?" he said. I sighed. No way was I saying "I really like you Jack" Nup. No way. I hate this guy. I actually do.

"Um " I said calmly. I noticed Jack, he walked right up to me, staring at me with those eyes. He has really nice eyes. I was trying to think of what to say when-

I felt Jack kissing me again. It felt so nice, that I wasn't complaining. For a while, and then I realised how stupid I was to let him. Why does he have to be so complicating?? Asshole.

"I need to go" I said. Jack looked at me, as if studying me. "And I'm sorry"

Francesca

"I didn't actually say thankyou for shooting with me the other day…so yeah. Thanks!" I said while making up my bed. Today a had a bunch of phone interviews in the morning, and in the afternoon a La Perla show and later on and a shoot for Elle. Thank god its Friday because I can sleep in tomorrow.

Will frowned. He has a cute frown...really! Cuter than Orlando's, even. "shooting with you?"

"Um yeah. You know" I paused. "That's what its called, I guess…"

He laughed. "Right then. Well its ok, because you did thank me, remember?"

"I did?" oh, right. Actually now that I think about it, I did.

He nodded. "It was really fun" he said almost inaudibly. Hah. As if. He probably thought the whole thing was ridiculous, and I wouldn't blame him.

"You mean that?" I laughed. "Well. You never know, you might become really famous now!"

"Famous? Me?" he laughed.

"Well. I think you need like…a job. You and Jack." I said slowly. "You know, you can't just stay in this house all day, you'll get bored. And I'll be out all the time. I mean, later next month I really will be out and you know- I was hoping you guys wouldn't burn the whole building down" I smiled and looked at him.

"I mean, I don't know if there's anything such as blacksmithering nowadays but…" I paused when Will let out a huge laugh. Even his laugh was the same.

I stared. "What?" I frowned.

"It's blacksmithery" he said softly. Oh.

"Blacksmithery" I repeated, nodding slowly.

"I'll show you something" Will said. He pulled out a little carved knife (I think he calls it's a cutlass) with little intricate details along the blade. I looked in fascination-

"You made this?" I asked disbelievingly.

He smiled and nodded. "Well, I don't use it often-"

I giggled, grabbing the little knife and studying it closely.

"-but I need it, in case I might need it" he finished.

"Its wonderful" I breathed, still in shock that he actually made this thing.

"Thanks" he said. "You can have it if you like... I mean, you know. Just to keep" He smiled, handing me the little pouch thing to put it in.

"Really?" I asked. "Well- why?"

He looked at me, "Well, I really don't need it anymore…you can keep it" he laughed, putting the little knife into its case and handing it to me. I smiled.

"well- Thanks"

"No problem" he grinned. "What were we talking about before- Blacksmithering right?" he said, squinting confusedly.

"Hey!" I frowned, but couldn't help smiling. "Sorry" said Will, grinning at me. I thought for a while.

"Well. I don't think there are blacksmithery's anymore, so I mean…um" I paused, wondering what the hell he was going to do if there was no such thing as blacksmiths anymore. Blacksmithery, whatever.