Another day past as Olivia spent her hours in her room alone. Now that every knew what Barbossa had tried to do, she could not manage the strength to face anyone. She felt sickened to the stomach with embarassment, and angry for defending Barbossa. She now blamed herself for thinking Barbossa was ever her friend. She waited paitently for the sun to go beneath the mountains and pirates downstairs to quiet down and turn in for sleep.

Olivia got up quietly from her bed as she felt her hair stick to her tear soaked cheecks. She put on her shoawl as she grabbed the crab shaped locket sitting on her bed-side tabe. She quietly walked to the door as she opened it, making sure the creaky door stayed as silent as she could have it. Olivia peered out into the hallway. Nothing. Not a soul in sight. With that comforting notion, she made her way down to the dock to the Loch.

Jack woke up from the Inn room bed with a headache. Bloody hangover he thought to himself. He stretched his legs as he swung them over the bed and sat himself up. He felt the ground beneath him move.

"Oi, what the---," Jack stated then he saw that his feet were on his first mate Mister Gibbs who was shooting him an annoyed look from being woken up from his Captain stepping on him. "Do ye need somethin' Cap'n?" Gibbs asked trying to hide his bitterness.

"Nothin' at all Master Gibbs," Jack said as he jumped from the bed and swaggered out the door.

Olivia looked the Loch waters over as she tried to remove the stress from over the past days. Nothing seemed to work. Finally she sat on the edge of the dock as she dangled her bare feet over the water below. She opened the locket as it's sad meloncholoy music filled her ears.

Jack found his way outside as he breathed in the cool air of the Scotland night. He watched as the quiet village sleep soundlessly. His ears perked as a soft sound came from the direction to the left of him. He curioulsy turned his head to the direction as his jaw dropped slighty, in the moonlight he could see Olivia sitting on the dock, her back turned towards him.

Olivia jumped when she felt a hand grasp her shoulder gently. She turned her gaze up to find Jack staring down at her with his gold teeth illumanated in the moonlight. She shut the locket closed as she collected herself.

"What are you doing here by yourself luv?" Jack asked her curiously, keeping in mind her depressed state.

She didn't answer him as she turned away.

Jack frowned as he let a sigh escape his lips quietly. Carefully moving her shoes away from her side as he sat down next to her, the sole of his brown, withered boots tapping against the water gently.

"Ye always know that if ye are in trouble, or someone you know is in trouble, you can dope that trouble on to ole Captain Jacky savvy?"

Jack smiled as he finally managed to make her break out of her mood for a moment as he saw a smile tugging at her mouth for a moment. But it quickly faded as Jack tried to find something else to say that would help lift her spirits.

"Ye know Olive," Jack started, clearing his thraot. "That Donovan bloke, really does like you, in a non captain to captain way," Jack said while waving his hand around at the comment.

She smirked at the thought. "I always knew that he did Jack," she said reflecting on the time he kissed her on the Pearl.

"But what about you?" She said turning towards him.

Jack titlted his head, as if debating what the next words should be.

"Ye know I always do," he said slyly.

"You mean did," She as a frown broke onto her face again.

"I didn't run out on us luv, you did. Right when you were beginning to become comfortable with me," Jack said more serious.

Olivia eyes flashed with anger. "You should have known it wouldn't have worked out anyway," She said bitterly.

"Ye mean, with your father," Jack pointed out, raising a finger.

"You had your ambition to reclaim the Pearl, and I had my ambition to never end up like my parents did," Olivia explained as Jack could find the hint of sadness in her voice.

"So it was your father that stood in your way...and your mother might have been a contributory fact as well," Jack stated.

"Did you even think of how we could have possibly ended?" Jack asked raising an eyebrow.

"Did you love me?" Olivia asked her eyes pleading for happiness. Jack eyes locked in hers as he brought his ringed hand to her check gently.

"I did indeed luv, and I still do, I think every man in that Inn does," Jack replied with a toothly grin.

"Jack, I...I don't think anyone cares what I want anymore, I feel like... I'm alone. My son...My god my son...doesn't...he," Olivia said as she felt tears trickle down her face again. Jack concerned face disappeared as he brought her face to his shoulder and gently patted her back as she cried.

"Luv, I care what you want," Jack said trying to calm her down. "I'm just sorry that I haven't been more keen to your needs, if I knew how you felt, I would have made you smile for me days ago."

"What am I supposed to do Jack?" she said as her voice muffled into his shoulder. "Please give me advice," she pleaded.

"Olive, I can't tell you what to do. But I can help you make sure that you are doing things that you should not do," Jack hinted with a toothy grin.

She chuckeled. "Like what Mr. Sparrow?" she asked playfully, starting to catch his meaning through his jumbled words.

"That is Captain Jack Sparrow. And, well... there is quite a large bar bursting with bottles of rum," Jack said smiling. "I think ye and I should help diminsih the supply, savvy?"

Olivia pulled back from his shoulder as she smiled at him. "Do you want to get drunk...Captain Jack Sparrow?"

Jack lifted two fingers to her chin as he let his boyish charms take over. "Ye know me well luv," Jack said with a smile.

Oliva was in compulsions of laughter as she rolled on her bed with the half empty bottle of rum in her hands. Jack sitting on the end of her bed smiling at her happy mood.

"Tis good to see you in a better mood luv," Jack commented as he glanced over at the three empty bottles, empty as they had been split by her and Jack, but mostly by her.

"Unlike my father," Olivia started before taking another large gulp of rum. "I know how to have a good time."

"And like your father, you are both equally stubborn," Jack said raising his own rum to his lips.

"I know, your probally wondering how I can ever get along with him," Olivia slured.

"From time to time 'yes'," Jack said nodding, curious to see where the converstion would take him.

"You see Jacky boy," Olivia said raising the rum to her mouth again. As she lowered it she let pause pass between them before Jack asked again.

"Yes?" Jack said, waiting for her to finish her statement.

She looked around the room in her drunken state as if the answer was plastered somewhere.

"I do not really know," Olivia said slightly awestruck by her own answer.

Jack gave a half crooked grin as worry was also shown on his face. Jack reached out with his hand as he tried to take the rum bottle from her.

"I think ye had enough for tonight luv," He said as he could almost feel his fingertips on the glass. She saw what he was doing and brought the bottle to her chest, smiling at Jack's disapointed frown.

"I don't think so Sparra!" She mimicked her father's accent as she brought the bottle to her lips again.

"Darling, ye are smashed," Jack said grinning, pointing out her intoxicated behavior.

"No I'm not," Olivia retorted shaking her head from side to side, letting her hair swing wildly.

"Yes, I believe you are," Jack said gesturing with his hands.

"No I'm not, I'm always able to remain sober," Olivia slured.

"Yes I can see that luv," Jack said smiling at her attempt to out-wit him.

Olivia smiled again as she let a small laugh escape her lips. She then found herself lost in Jack's brown orbs. Him staring straight back at her into her blue ones.She felt a sudden erge to feel his lips on hers, to be loved in a way that her father couldn't do for her. She threw her arms around Jack's neck , still unsure of what she was doing as she brought her lips to his. Surprised Jack stiffened at Olivia throwing herself at him, but then kissed back gently as he felt his hand snake around her waist. About halfway between control and losing himself over physical attraction, he pulled away as he stopped.

"Wha...What...Why did you stop?" Olivia asked stumbling over her words.

"Your drunk, its not right darling," he said as he held her away from his face, but still close to his body.

"Please Jack," she pleaded between her breath. Her breathing quickened as she stared back into his eyes and ran her hands on his neck, making him close his eyes from the warm, and inviting feeling of them.

"I shouldn't...your father... Davy Jones...," Jack rambled, trying to find an excuse as she drew in nearer, her lips brushing on his.

"It would almost be like kissing him in a way," Jack debated with her. "Jack, shut up,"She responded a little irrataed.

He shrugged as his last excuse failed as she kissed him again, this time responding back as equally spirited as her. His face traveled down to her neck as she moved to the side, giving him room to roam. She moaned softly from his action. His beard tickling her as the beads from his braided beard bounched on her collar bone inside her white blouse. She ran her hands down his back as she pulled him towards her so that thier bodies were now completly touching. He shuddered in pleasure as he ran his ringed hands up and down her calfs and thighs, making her skirt rise around her hips. He pulled back as he went to her mouth again while tugging at the buttons of her blouse. He took of her shirt and frowned slightly at the loose, cream colored corset on her chest, blocking his view. She sensed his frown in the kiss as she pulled back and smiled.

"The breasts need some kind of support darling," She said smirking. He rolled his eyes as he went back to her lips roughly. She gently pushed him back as she undid the buttons of his vest and slipped his shirt over his head before pulling him back into another lustful kiss. He went back to her neck as he started to unravel the strings of her whalebone contraption. He stopped halfway as he went to her ear.

"Are ye sure you want me to continue luv?" Jack asked, knowing this was his last chance to turn back, as well as hers. "Ye might sober up in the mornin' and start yellin at me, and I don't want anything to happen to my already sound sensitive ears, savvy?"

"Jack," Olivia giggled as she went to his ear. "I may hate myself in the morning...but, by god I feel like loving you tonight luv."

Jack smiled as he undid the strings all the way.

Well...I hope you enjoyed that chapter, sorry for taking so long, because of the Riflery season had started back up and my job, and homework, and chores, and parent crap, and friend stuff, I barely had time to write at all, so I am happy to say that I dropped Riflery, and now I have time, and I am lessed stressed. So sorry for taking so dreadfully long. Thank you all for being so patient with me. :) . Anyway, I hoped you like Jack and Olivia getting thier freak on. lol. ;) 'Olive'