Jack woke, to the sound of cannons blaring. He shot up, still
half asleep. "To the starboard men! Move it!"

"Mr. Sparrow! You're not being any kind of help at all." A shrill
voice snapped at him and he woke fully. Eleanor. She no longer
wore her slave outfit but a pair of pants that fit her every
curve, and a light white blouse tucked into the pants. The bottom
of the pants were tucked into a pair of 3 quarter black boots.
Across from them was a gray sailed ship, then cannons flaring and
blowing holes into the side of the ship.

"Friend of yours?" Jack wondered aloud.

She gave him an amused glance, which surprised him for a moment
since he expected an exasperated one, the same he usually got
from people at one of his crude comments. "A man who doesn't take
the word no well." She frowned. "Get a life boat ready."

He eyed her suspiciously she looked determined, but her ocean
eyes gleamed with dangerous amusement. "What are you going to
do?"

"Ram them."

She was crazy! "What!?" He turned and practically ran to get the
lifeboat dropped. She was crazier than he was. He laughed at that
then looked back and stared. Eleanor was grinning now as she
turned the boat towards the attacking ship as another cannon ball
ripped into the hull. Ocean water shot up behind her making her
look like some kind of ocean sorceress.

She looked at him and her eyes sparkled for a moment then became
amused again. "Ready?" She really was crazy.

"This is why women, should not be on ships." He muttered and
climbed down into the lifeboat and after a moment she followed,
jumping down into it.

"I suggest you row." She turned to watch as her ship turned and
plowed into the offending one.

Jack muttered. Crazy, bossy women. Definitely, Elizabeth's
daughter. Most definitely. Her shout broke him out of his
mulling.

"Hold on!" A huge wave took them as he ship went down. The tiny
lifeboat flipped over and they both were tossed into sea.

Eleanor woke, to water lapping at her face. Her eyes stung for a
moment and she coughed water from her lungs before sitting up.
She was on a large piece of her ship. And beside her sat Jack
Sparrow his eyes grim and he looked of. She stared at him from
under her lashes. He'd saved her. She knew he had. Her heart
swelled and she almost shot up and wrapped her arms around his
neck but she lay still for a moment longer before sitting up.

"Well, that was a good time." She coughed up more water then
pushed her sopping hair wet.

"Seems you lost your ship, luv." Jack seemed amused.

"Ah well. I can buy another with your bounty Sparrow. I haven't
forgotten." She looked up. A full moon shone down on them and the
lights of a city gleamed ahead. "Tortuga!"

"Aye." Jack grinned again. "Tortuga."

It was at least an hour before they washed up on shore. Eleanor
stumbled back onto land and sighed with obvious joy then looked
at Jack. He lay sprawled out on the sand. She smirked holding
back laughter for a moment then turned. "Come on Sparrow." She
snapped.

Her raised up on his elbows now and looked at her. "It seems
lass, that you've lost you ship, pistol, and everything else. So
there's really not much incentive for me to go with you so you
can turn me in. So.it's been fun. See you at the next family
reunion." He turned and started to walk of, and hadn't gone 3
steps before there was the sound of a pistol and a bullet buried
itself right where he was about to step.

He turned to look at Eleanor who held a pistol at him and was
smiling with a dazzling charm. "Like I said. Come along Sparrow."
She produced a small black purse. "We need to find a place to
sleep."

Jacks eyes flickered back and forth between the pistol and the
purse for a moment before he asked. "Just where, exactly, had you
been keeping those?"

Eleanor laughed and started from the beach up towards the town.
"I need a drink."

Jack brightened and raced after her. "Now that's something we can
both enjoy, luv." What surprised him then, was the tender smile
she gave him before taking the lead again, slipping the pistol
away.

Eleanor took them to the only tavern she knew. She had only been
to Tortuga once before so it wasn't the best-known place to her.
Jack, on the other hand, seemed to know it quite well. She threw
him a look as he walked in and grinned.

"Jack Sparrow is back home." He dropped into a chair at the bar.
Eleanor glowered just what did that mean.

She shrugged it of then. As long as he was happy. Except for her
ship being destroyed, things were going perfect. All she had to
do was keep him with her a bit longer, maybe seduce him a bit and
he'd be hers. Not that he wasn't already, but by then he'd know
he belonged to her. She stared at him out of the corner of his
eyes as he ordered rum and resists the urge to stroke his
mustache, she'd been enchanted with it when she was younger and
it seemed, still was. It was her study of him, which didn't lead
her to see before hand, the woman.

A squeal from close to her woke her too it. A blond serving
wench, with so much cleavage it began at her neck had wandered
near and was pouring him a glass of rum. What made Eleanor's eyes
narrowed as he gave her a smile, that made Eleanor's breath catch
and she wasn't even the recipient of it. As she leaned over him
he whispered something in her ear. She giggled and grinned at him
familiarly and he gave her derrière a pat as she walked of. Any
idiot could see they were setting an assignation for later.
Eleanor was out of her seat in a flash.

Her rage was unchecked and when she was angry she was brutal.
Anyone who had even, ever once heard of her knew about it. And
she gave the rumors new rain of truth when she stormed over and
caught the woman by the hair and jerked her around. The tray flew
from the woman's fingers, the glass pitcher shattering on the
floor. All eyes swung towards them.

"My name is Eleanor Turner. I hope you've heard of me." Eleanor's
eyes flashed dangerously.

The frightened maid nodded quickly. "Y-yes mistress."

"That's my fiancé you were you were thinking of getting familiar
with." She snarled into the girl's frightened face. "Get anywhere
near him again and I'll cut both your offending hands of. Savvy?
If you've heard of me, you know I mean exactly what I say."

The girl nodded again. "Yes!"

"Good." She released the girl and shoved her away. "Lets hope we
don't have to have this discussion again." The maid scurried of
and before Eleanor could even turn around she felt fingers grasp
her arm tightly and drag her of up a flight of stairs. She looked
up and saw Jack, looking for the first time angry. Oh dear.