Hello, again! Yeah. That chapter is done. Finally. Yesie, now they get to Tortuga! Muahaha!

Quick note: Things may sound a little "suspicious", but nothing actually happens. Warning! Warning! MAJOR FLUFF! MAJOR! And I mean MAJOR!

Chapter 14:

Tortuga

The day passed by quickly, with Aravis tending to Keanu, and Sesen and Avian, and Jack being inappropriate and getting smacked once, twice, or thrice, and Will being...Will.

"Jack! We're entering the bay! Tortuga is just beyond the cliffs! Get up here!" Aravis shouted. Jack came above deck, and grinned. He held, in his hands, about five bottles of rum. Aravis just rolled her eyes. "Whatever." They came to the shore, Jack ordered Will to lay the anchor, and they got to the beach with the lifeboat. "Jack, you go ahead and find a crew; I'll go and get us some rooms at The Faithful Bride."

"Good idea." And so they went their separate ways, and Will went elsewhere, searching for his lady-friend. Within an hour, Jack had a whole line of people at the dock, hoping to be allowed to go with him on his quest to re-take the Pearl. Mr. Gibbs strutted proudly along the line, pointing out all the "able bodied crew members" to Jack.

"This here is Mr. Cotton. He is a great pirate!" Gibbs laughed, but Jack just stood, and wondered about his friend's sanity.

"And what's the benefit for us?" a light voice asked, in a harsh way. Jack sauntered down to the end of the row, to see a person with a hat covering their face. He pulled the hat off, to reveal a female's mud-stained face. "I wasn't talking to you," she said roughly, and pointed to a box beside her. "That's Boxy. I was talking to him." A gust of wind blew the box a few inches. "Shut up, you stupid box! No one loves you, not even your cardboard mother from whence you came!" she shrieked, and Jack backed away.

"Who is that girl?" he asked Gibbs, trying to whisper. He raised one eyebrow in wonder-and horror.

"That would be Crevan. She's a regular at The Faithful Bride, and she's actually a pretty good fighter," he replied. A pigeon flew overhead.

"Ah. So, you actually expect me to take her?"

"Aye, Captain." Jack winced a little, but agreed after Gibbs assured him that Crevan was actually okay if you got to know her. Soon, Jack had a whole crew of miscreants. He decided to get a drink, and to find Aravis, since he had gotten the crew and all.

The Faithful Bride, an inn and bar, home for many hobos, pirates, troublemakers, fugitives, and sailors. It is named ironically, for there isn't such a thing in Tortuga, but Jack loved this place. To him, it was home. He ordered a drink, and sat down, trying to spot Aravis in the dirty, smelly crowd. He didn't see her, but chugged down his first cupful of rum. Then he saw someone.

She came near to his table, wearing a horribly inappropriate dress. She leaned over the table, allowing him to see far too much cleavage. He looked at her face, for once, and saw-or at least he thought he saw-for a moment, a great likeness to Aravis. But as he studied her face, he could tell that it wasn't her. This girl had a buttload of make-up, and whiter skin.

"Jack Sparrow, it's you." She looked at him. He didn't know who she was, but he was pretty popular around here.

"Yes, and you are...?"

"Cayenne," she replied softly. "So, do you have anything going on yet tonight?" she asked, and he immediatly knew her profession.

"Yes," he said, and placed some money into her hand. She smiled at him.

"See you tonight. Room 203." Jack nodded.

"See you then." He smiled inside. Now he could see if Aravis really was that important to him, but maybe this would get his mind off of Aravis. He downed another cupful. Was that..."Will! You're back! And with your bonny lass, I see." He nodded at Elizabeth, for that was who it was.

"Hello, Jack. You are dumping me off, so I just decided to say good-bye," Will said arrogantly.

"Wait, Will! Aravis and I decided that you could stay!" he called after Will, who was walking away.

"Is this some kind of trick?" he asked.

"No! We decided that we would keep you," he said, and looked at Elizabeth. "And your lass." Will thought a moment, trying to get the information to sink into his tiny brain.

"Alright. But, if one of us must die, make it me. I could not bear it if Elizabeth got killed," he whined. Jack nodded.

"Aye." He looked at the crowd again, trying to spot Aravis. "There she is!" he called, and she came to him.

"Jack! There you are! I got us some rooms. 207 and 208 are the numbers." She handed him a room key. He smiled inside again. He wouldn't have to go very far to-

"So, Jack says you two will keep me on the ship," Will relayed. Aravis looked frantically at Jack, but then remembered that they had agreed to keep Will.

"Aye, that we are." She tried to smile, but did not succeed. "Pity," she said silently.

"Miss Swann, this is Aravis Naja, and Aravis, this is Elizabeth Swann." Will showed the girls to each other. "And this is Jack Sparrow."

"Jack Sparrow?" Elizabeth repeated. "I have heard many tales about you, Mr. Sparrow, most of which are tall," she said matter-of-factly. There was a short silence.

"Well, Jack, I am really tired. I looked all over Tortuga for you! You'd think that you, of all people, could be spotted easily, but no. Anyway, let's go for a drink, and then I'm hitting the sack," decided Aravis. Jack nodded.

"That's also a good idea, love." He wanted to keep her trust, so he said "love". They ordered a round, and drank to The Black Pearl, freedom, rum, and various other things, until Will had to help Jack up the steps to their room. Will and Jack shared one room; while Aravis and Elizabeth shared another. They were a bit awkward at first, but then discovered two beds.

"Goodnight, Aravis."

"Night, Miss Swann." They both tucked themselves comfortably in their covers.

"Goodnight, Jack."

"'Till tomorrow then, young Mr. Turner." Jack waited until he could hear Will's snoring, and then he crept out of bed and into the hall. It was dim, but Jack found the room labeled 203. He opened the door, to see Cayenne sitting on the bed, waiting for him.

"Jack, good to see you," she cooed. She was wearing-if you could call it that-a terribly, horribly revealing piece. It barely covered a foot of her skin, to put it mildly, though she did have sleeves. She gestured to him with her finger, and he willingly went to her. His eyes could barely keep themselves from staring at her uncovered flesh. She was not naked, not quite, anyway, but she was close. "Come now, Jack, we haven't got all day," she whispered, and gracefully placed her hands around his neck, and brought him closer. He got closer to the bed to-

He stopped. He thought that he had seen a flash, like light shining off metal. He frowned, but decided that it was nothing.

Elizabeth sat up. She was thirsty, so she stepped quietly into the bathroom, and got herself a cup of water. When she daintily got back under the covers, she noticed that Aravis was not in her bed. Aravis was not in the room at all.

Jack stepped closer, but then he knew he had seen a flash of light. He stood still, and tried to see what was bouncing the light in his eyes. It was coming from Cayenne's hair. Her hair wasn't that shiny. He reached up to grab whatever it was, but she held him back. She grasped his arm. It felt vaguely familiar, that way she held his forearm, with a strong grip, but gentle at the same time. Where had he felt that before? His mind searched for answers, while his arm searched for the metallic thing coming from her hair.

She clutched onto his shirt, and ripped it open. He didn't mind, seeing as what they were going to do, but he had the same feeling again, like a slight sense of dejá vu. Did he know this girl? He tried to get the shiny thing, but Cayenne's hand still had a firm grip on his arm. She touched his chest with her other hand, and it tingled. This had happened before! He got a good look at her face. It looked so familiar...

"Jack, what is it?" she whispered, and stared at him, waiting for an answer.

"What is in your hair?" he asked, and instead of staring back at her, he stared at the odd and shiny thing that was at the back of her head. What was that thing? It looked small, about the size of his hand, but it was so shiny that he could not stare at it for long before he would have to look away for a minute.

"What?" She let go of his arm, and grabbed him, and pulled him onto the bed. Not on top of her, because she wasn't quite ready. "Jack, really, I have another date, so we should get started." He sighed, but nodded, and moved closer to her.

"I feel like I've known you for a while already," he said, and noticed that she touched her hair. Right where the shiny item was.

"Jack, please." She brought herself closer, and touched his face, while reaching behind her head with her other hand. A flash of light blinded Jack. That moment, he knew it. He jumped off the bed, and pulled out his sword. He saw, in her hand, a dagger. He glared at her.

"What did I ever do to you?" he almost shouted. She grabbed a sword from under the bed.

"I could beat you any day." He knew it. It was her.

Hi! I know, Crevan is crazy. She's based on me. Yeah. I know, I took Anamaria out, but only because she didn't fit. Yeah, I made Gibbs crazy, too. Yeah. Crevan means Fox. Seriously. Yes, I'm so mean. To myself. Yeah. Cayenne means Hot Spice. Yeah. Cliffhanger! Aha! Yeah. So, was "Bitten's Crappy Stories" as good as the day is long? Never mind. It's from The Village. Anyway, I will try to get the next chapter up soon, and don't worry, I have the cliffie all planned out. Yeah. Go say thank you to GreyWolfEyes, because she helped me out with this, and showed me a couple of mistakes I made. (couple? couple! did I say couple?)