A/N: Hello all! Whew, this school week has been completely tiring. I'm all burned out! I didn't have a spare second to write this chapter until yesterday and even then, I didn't have enough time to write a long chapter. Anyways, I wanted to give a shout out to my wonderful reviewers! They are the main reason why I am writing this! So I owe a huge thanks to: phantomofthecaribbean, Odette, linalove, 109shanice109, and Captain Tash! You all rock! I love ya! :) So, this chapter doesn't leave off on a terrible cliffhanger and I hope everyone enjoys it! :)

Jack looked at Anamaria, who was climbing up the stairs towards him. She was shouting hysterically and pointing at something. He squinted at her, trying to figure out the words she was saying, but all he could hear was a bunch of mixed up words. "What!" he waved his hand, beckoning her to come closer.

"It's Emma! She slipped and hit her head!" Anamaria scampered to his side before she pointed over to the railing where Emma previously was. Now, there was nothing there except the railing. "She fell overboard!"

"She smelled a board?" Jack replied, arching his eyebrows with confusion, but she shook her head. "She smelled… fell… aboard… overboard… She fell overboard!" he felt something inside of him flop and he glanced around nervously. How was it possible for her to fall overboard? "Lower canvas!" he yelled while he crazily scanned the deck for Emma. She wasn't there… His eyes roamed over the deck again and again until he began to feel dizzy. Why wasn't she there! And what if she died? Instantaneously, he spotted an inert figure lying on the deck, not moving one bit. He stalked closer to the figure and found out that it was just an empty barrel.

Feeling quite distressed, he strode to his cabin and found something lying in front of his doors. Stringy soaked pieces of dark hair clung around the person's head and he recognized the person to be Emma. He let out a sigh of relief, thankful that she was still aboard and not floating somewhere out in the sea, dead. He hoisted her up, one hand underneath her upper back and the other under her knees. He struggled to pull the doors open and carried her inside while the doors shut behind them. Carrying her to the side cabin, he gingerly deposited her on the bed before he scrutinized her face.

Her eyes were peacefully shut and her slightly tanned face seemed to have lost its color. His gaze traveled down her face to her neck, and lastly, to her body. His eyes specifically lingered on her chest and he noticed that her chest wasn't moving up and down. He started to panic, believing that she wasn't breathing, before he checked her pulse by placing his fingers on her cold neck.

He took a moment to relax once he felt a faint pulse. She was alive at least. He watched her shiver and he made a move to strip her from her wet clothing. He knew that if she was awake, she would probably kill him, but he had to remove the sopping clothing for her health.

He peeled off her boots first before he tore off all her clothing, including her corset. He found her journal concealed in her corset and he grinned faintly, remembering when he read what she wrote. He placed the book down on the nightstand that was next to the bed before he grabbed a couple of blankets, wrapping them around Emma's naked body. He checked her head for any injuries for Anamaria claimed that Emma hit her head. Finding a bruise on her forehead head, he decided she wasn't injured severely.

He was tempted to rip those sheets off of her and stare at her nude body, but being the good man he was, he held himself back. His hand reached out to push the blanket lower just for a peep, but he smacked his own hand with his other hand, stopping himself from grabbing the sheet.

"I will not." He chanted aloud and walked away from her so it would be less tempting for him. He took off his hat and coat, dumping them on top of his desk. He pulled a chair to the side cabin next to the bed where Emma was sleeping. Plopping into his chair, he forced his tired eyes to stay open, so he could make sure she was absolutely fine. Every few minutes, his eyes would shut and he kept on opening his eyes back. He was most definitely concerned over Emma's health and he tried to watch her. Finally, he surrendered, quickly dozing off into a deep slumber.

There was a loud ringing in her ears and she blinked her eyes, adjusting her eyes to the bright light shining into the room. She sighed and yawned groggily while she began to feel a pain on her forehead. She prodded her head with her hand, wincing when she felt a bump there. She tilted her head and peeked at her surroundings, finding Jack sitting on a chair next to her. She smiled softly at him as she studied his roguishly handsome face.

Jack began to stir and his eyes flew open with alertness. He noticed her staring and him and he just gazed back with curiosity.

Breaking the silence, Emma spoke up, "Why am I in your room?" She pulled the bed sheets up to her neck and snuggled further into the pillow she was lying on.

"Due to some unfortunate circumstances, ye fell down and nearly cost yourself your life." Jack replied, standing up to stretch out his stiff back.

"Oh." She muttered, slightly baffled for she couldn't recall the events from last night. "Who saved me?"

"I did." Jack answered before he walked out of the side cabin to the main cabin.

"Wait!" she shouted, stumbling out from under the sheets, unaware of her nakedness. She felt an unusual breeze and she looked down at herself, noticing her missing clothing. She immediately dove for the sheets and pulled them around herself.

Jack came back into the room with a set of clothing, handing them to her as she contorted her face up with perplexity and fright.

"Why am I not wearing any clothing?" she snatched the clothing out of Jack's hands and sunk down onto the bed.

"Ye wouldn't want to catch your death by sleeping in wet clothing, do ye?" he sat down on his chair while she fiddled with the shirt he gave her. She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off. "Besides, ye got quite a body there, luv." He felt a grin tug at the ends of his lips and he winked at her, causing her to flush with embarrassment and anger, her cheeks gaining a deep red color.

She felt her blood boiling in her veins and she glared at him with humiliation and indignation. "How could you!" she hissed as she hugged the clothing to her chest.

"It's not like anything I haven't seen before, luv. And t'was for your well-being." he said nonchalantly, dismissing her anger with his cool attitude.

"And yet you had to look at my body! I trusted you! Perhaps all those things you told me were lies! You did peek when I told you to cover your eyes and you read my private journal!" she yelled heatedly, throwing the clothing in her hands on the bed.

Jack decided he had enough of her anger and stood up instantaneously, narrowing his eyes at her. He scoffed mentally at her reaction; it was certainly a great way to treat her captain with anger after he rescued her! "Maybe I did peek when ye told me to cover me eyes and maybe I did read your private journal!" he retorted childishly and crossed his arms. "And I was only caring for your well-being! But perhaps, I might as well let you drown next time!" he stomped out of the room in a foul mood and threw his cabin doors open, surly pounding his feet up to the helm.

"Jack Sparrow, we're not done talking!" Emma followed in pursuit, running outside in nothing but a blanket, leading the crew to believe something happened between Jack and her. "You come back here and listen to what I got to say!"

"You're on me ship and when I say the conversation is over, it's over! And the conversation is over!" he snapped sourly as she grunted with fury.

"I hate you!" she spat impetuously and stuck her tongue out at him before she ran back inside the cabin, letting the doors slam with a boisterous bang.

"I hate ye too!" he yelled while she kicked the doors, making a noisy thump.

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