A/N: I don't own Pirates. If I did there would be more movies faster...

"Jacobs!" I heard Jack call after awhile, breaking my reverie.

"Yeah, Sparrow?"

I stood and stretched. "That's Captain," I corrected.

He smiled at me. "You don't like me much, do you, Princess."

I smirked back and made my way to Jack. "Very smart for a crewman."

He followed. "An' why be that?"

"Perhaps you had good schooling, Jacobs. How would I know?"

"She always such a hateful smart-arse, Jack?"

Jack raised an eyebrow as if to ask 'what now'. "Wouldn't cross her then turn your back," he offered.

"Thanks fer tha advice. So, what be it, Miss Elizabeth? Are ye jealous o' my relationship wit' Jack? 'Fraid o' bein' replaced?"

I snorted. "I don't give a bloody damn what type of relationship you have with Jack. I'm not exactly the jealous type."

"Ye that secure in what ye think our friend feels 'bout ye?"

I didn't bat an eye. "I'm that confident I know what he feels for other people."

"Jake," Jack interrupted us, "be the ship filled with rum by chance?"

The man grinned. "By luck tha captain had a taste fer tha stuff."

"Then bloody well bring it up, man!"

Jack tied off the wheel of the helm so the commandeered ship had a steady course and plopped himself against the wood looking pleased. "Look, Lizzie, a compass that actually points north."

I rolled my eyes from my spot by the rails. "How strange that is. Imagine, the possibilities are limitless."

"I sense some wonderment in your tone, luv," he said with a grin.

"Well, there's definitely a tone, Jack."

Before anything else could be exchanged Jacobs was back with several rum bottles. "Where's tha rest o' ye crew hiding, Jack?"

Jack took the offered bottle happily and gave a good drink. "On me actual ship somewhere," he flung his hand towards the open waters. "'Tis out there. And I aim to find her again."

I took the bottle of golden liquid and savored its sharp, sweet taste. "If you can hang onto her it would truly be a miracle."

He pouted at me. "Now I do have to say the...second time weren't me own fault, Elizabeth."

Jacobs, too, took a healthy sip of the drink. "Second? How many times you lost her?"

"Uh, three."

"So far," I felt the need to add.

Jacobs barked out laughter. "Oh, I'm sure the story will be worth listening to. Do tell."

"Well," Jack started, "incidentally the first and last reasons for me having to end up in this exact city both times causing constant emotional turmoil on whether this time be me last is exactly the same. My traitorous first mate turned traitor and took my bloody ship."

The man turned to me. "Don't look over here. I'd personally love to be with the ship right now. I didn't know Jack when this first mate mutineered. The first time."

"Ah. I see why tha thought o' turnin' ye traitor in Jack's eyes would be a bad thing then."

I shook my head. "Mutineering is never a good practice if you want to live free under the code."

Another pull of the rum and Jacobs was ready to ask more questions. "Captain, huh? I wouldn't've e'er pictured ye bein' cap'n."

The 'Cap'n' smirked. "Meant to be."

"Ye kill ye old man fer tha ship?"

His smile faded. "Nothing like that. Got tired of the life I led so I changed my ways and found men to take lead from me."

Jacobs turned up the bottle and threw it over the rails after he finished it. "So, ye were a law-abiding man?"

He nodded once. "For a season."

The young man looked at me. "And what of you, darlin'? What be ye story?"

I took the bottle he opened for me before speaking. "Jack saved my life several times and I saved his from boredom."

Jack nodded his agreement. "A simple yet simply complicated relationship, really."

"More of a parasitic relationship if you ask me," I muttered but without conviction as I felt the rum warming its way down my throat and spreading inside.

Captain Sparrow just smiled. "Now, Lizzie, no need to think about yourself like that. I don't think of you as a parasite."

Jacobs laughed at our not so good-natured banter, at least on my part, and uncorked our third rum as I tilted my head back and the bottle up to get that last tasty drop. "What o' Cap'n Sparrow?"

I smiled at him. "I tend to agree that he is quite a pox and burden."

"I meant the other Captain Sparrow."

I gasped and dropped the object in my hand, disregarding the glass that shattered on the cured wood near my foot. "There's more than one of them? I can barely deal with Jack."

Jack looked only slightly amused. "Believe he is referencing my own father in a grand effort to learn more about me onesies."

"Nothin' like that," the man denied. "Just interested in how ol' Cap'n Teague fares."

In my rum hazed mind something clicked. "Teague? Captain Teague? With the law book?" I snapped at Jack for a response.

He looked uncomfortable but nodded. "Aye. That is him."

Jacobs smiled. "So, he got tha pirate codes, eh?"

"Hush," I told him. "He's a Sparrow? Captain Teague Sparrow is your father?"

I think Jack tried to hide behind the brown bottle. "Hence the matching surnames."

"You've met Cap'n Teague?" asked Jacobs. "How could you not guess the relationship between 'em. The resemblance be uncanny."

"Well, pardon me for missing such an important detail but I was a little distracted by the whole navy fleet surrounding our hideout," I told him, bitingly. "Please accept my sincerest apologies."

Jacobs ignored me as he turned back to Jack, finishing yet another bottle swiftly. "How's your mum?"

"Shrunken."

"Excuse me," we both said at the same time.

"Old captain must've had her head shrunk when she died to carry it with him."

I curled up my lip. "Charming."

"Romantic, really," Jack said serious-like. He started to hand off the drink to me then looked suspiciously at the wood by my feet. "Why is the rum never safe with you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Forgiveness, my captain." I placed my hand out. "The rum?"

He looked skeptical. "Spilt liquid is bad for your health on my ship, luv."

I took a step towards him to try to grab after the bottle when my boot came down on a piece of glass and I lost my balance, falling head first. My hand collided with someone so I grabbed clothing to keep from falling all the way down. Hands under my arms steadied me as I stood once again, pushing my hair out of my face though I was embarrassed.

Jack was giving me a grin, not releasing me yet. "Told you. Hazard to health."

I became aware that Jacobs was clapping. "That be perfect! Did tha two o' ye practice that?"

I snatched the blasted bottle up and carefully backed my way to my previous position. "Bloody pirate," I muttered as I glared at Jack.

He had the audacity to look innocent, hands palms up in the air. "Not my fault. Me onesis had nothing to do with that dropped bottle."

"Had you relinquished the rum in the first place I would not have slipped. And, actually, this most certainly IS your fault because had I not been startled by the fact that Teague was your father then I most certainly would not have dropped the bottle. Which was nearly empty, for the record."

"'Course I have parents, Lizzie. You think I was born of the sea?"

I shrugged. "You very well could have been Poseidon's love child with a maiden."

"A wench, more like," Jacobs chuckled.

"Point being, you could have told me, Jack," I said, glowering slightly.

He looked at me thoughtfully. "I see. Aye, good point. My question is when would've been the more opportune time? While my dad was pouring over the codes to stop anarchy at the meeting just introduce you two? Dad, this is Lizzie, the female version of me. You should get with her dad for a tete-a-tete."

I frowned. "Not appropriate, Jack. My father is dead."

He kept his expression clear as he raised his eyebrows. "Outside, then, when we were pitted against the Dutchman, ships caught up in the cyclone maelstrom created because some pirate decided to piss off the Tia Dalma, who, amazingly, was, in fact, the sea wench Calypso."

My frown deepened as I saw were he was going with his line of talk and the point he was making. Henry Jacobs was watching the both of us with interest, unaware of how the conversation was going to go.

"I agree," Jack continued, pausing only for a drink, "the best time was probably when I was getting us off the Dutchman before the halfling sea creatures decided to cut our hearts out instead. Could have told you then but then, honestly, Lizzie, what would we have talked about now?" He shrugged and offered me a glinty grin.

I glared back at him because I could. "We'd still have found one reason or another as to why everything bad that happens is still your fault."

Jack smirked. "Aye, suppose you look at it crossways enough all goes back to me fishing for haughty princesses that day at port."

I crossed my arms. "I am not a princess."

He leaned towards our silent companion, enjoying himself way too much. "Didn't hear her deny the 'haughty'."

"I am not haughty. I'm surprised a pirate even knows what that word means."

Jacobs laughed. "Know who she reminds me of? Ye mum. She had a princess complex too."

"My mum was no innocent princess, never fear."

I stamped my foot in frustration. "I am most certainly not a bloody princess, you infuriating man. One day you are going to push me too far, Jack Sparrow, and you'll wake up with my foot up your arse and the blade of my sword crammed far down your throat."

"Captain," was his reply.

"Ooh, piss off," was the only thing I could come up with and would have stomped away if not for the fear of slipping. Instead I grabbed the rum from Jack's still clean hand and opened up my throat.

"Is she mad?" I heard Jacobs ask.

"Most assuredly," replied the captain.

"How long will she be angry?"

"She'll forgot about it soon."

"I'm still here, you know," I ranted for good measure.

"Aye, luv," Jack winked. "There indeed."

"And I'm still mad."

"Aye, that too."

I huffed and settled for grumpily leaning against the rails of the ship.