Hey again. Thanks sooo much for the replies, they mean a lot to me ( I have the first few chapters written already, but I'm going to put them up one at a time so that I can get feedback and see if, perhaps, I should change something.

Oh, I read over my last chapter and I realized that I didn't review it enough- a few mistakes (so please excuse them ;)). Also, if anyone can tell me how to make my words italic and such, I would really appreciate it (

************* "Aye!! I knew ya'd come!"

"Shhh!!" I set my suitcase down and unlocked his cell. The click of the lock echoed throughout the empty jailhouse.

"So what made ya come back fer me Love? Twas my good looks, twasn't it?" He slid his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him, but I awkwardly backed away feeling uncomfortable.

"No. In case you don't remember, I also want to leave."

"Aye. but ya could have done it alone Las. I see no profit for you in takin' me along," He gazed down at me with that same sly smile spread across his face that I had seen so many times that day.

"Well that's where you're wrong, Captain Sparrow. Now I have someone to carry my bag," I gazed back up at him with a triumphant grin on my face. He winked, then reached over, his face centimeters away from mine, and took the bag from my grasp.

"We best be off," he breathed, turning away quickly, leaving me dazed and trembling from the closeness. I left the keys in the cell lock and we climbed back out the window where I had entered.

Once outside, we made a made a mad dash for the docks. Climbing aboard a small merchant ship, we took sail.

"Nothin' like a clear night out on the ocean," He spoke in a quiet, faraway tone. I looked up from where I was sitting, wrapped in a blanket on the deck floor. It was a small boat, so he was in no need of my help. "And you just wait till mornin'. only thing between you and that horizon is a vast sheet of water." He spread his hands out in front of him, emphasizing the extent of the sea. As he spoke with such a soft, gentle voice, I couldn't help but realize just how happy I was to be out in the middle of the ocean with this man. A man. A stranger. A pirate who I had only met hours before.

We sailed for a while, speaking softly about things we planned on doing now that we were both free.

"I suppose we can just let 'er drift fer now," he announced. I noticed he was having a difficult time of keeping his eyes open. Eyes that were outlined darkly with coal. He let down the sails and dropped down next to me.

"Room in that blanket fer two?" He asked with a wink. My cheeks burned hot, but I lifted up the one side and he slid in next to me, taking off his hat and setting it down next to him. "It's a chilly night, aye Love?" He slid his arm around my shoulders for the second time that night. I pushed my apprehension out of the way; after all, it was a cold night. After a few minutes, I finally was able to relax in his arms and rested my head on his chest. He smelled of rum and the sea, I sighed and closed my eyes. Somehow I felt safe with him. I must have fallen asleep immediately, and a heavy sleep at that, for when I awoke he was nowhere to be seen; and we were tied up to a dock. I stood up, dazed and confused, looking out into the early morning twilight. Sailors were just gathering around their ships, preparing themselves for the day ahead. Where was I?

I looked out past the docks and I could make out some store fronts in town: a bakery, a blacksmith, and an Inn with a bar. He wouldn't have just left, would he? I started to get mad. I had rescued him! He couldn't just abandon me in some foreign settlement! I got out of the ship and began to walk into town. I passed a sign that read, "Welcome to Tortuga". It was a dumpy sort of town. One that, I could tell, came alive at night.

Walking past the bakery I felt my stomach churn at the smell of the delicious pastries, but I kept going past the blacksmith, stopping in front of the Inn. Perched outside was a woman with a rather. well. extremely. low cut dress. I looked past her and into the bar.

I didn't know too much about Jack Sparrow, but I knew so much as to assume he'd be there. I took a deep breath and walked into the already crowded, smoky bar. There were card games going on in one corner, a drunken, passed out man in the middle of the room under a table, and sitting at the bar, with a shot glass and a bottle of rum, was Cap'n Jack.

I marched over to him and cleared my throat. He turned with a rather stupefied look on his face, as if it were hard to distinguish who I was, then with a hiccup he grinned gleefully.

"AYE!! Glad ya came, Love. Sit on down here next to Ol' Jack and lemmie pour ya a shot o' rum, aye?" He was waving his arms around, motioning to the chair next to him, with such enthusiasm I couldn't help but smile. I sat next to him and took the bottle out of his rapidly swinging arms and set it to the side.

"I think 'Ol' Jack' has had enough to drink for now," I giggled, patting him on the shoulder. He swallowed what was left in his shot glass, and smacked it back down on the counter.

"Well," He bellowed, unaware of just how loud he was actually talking, "I believe we should be on our way." I giggled, putting my finger to my mouth, about to tell him to be quiet, when I heard a voice from behind me.

"Captain Jack Sparrow!" I turned around to see a man grinning from ear to ear.

"Mr... Mr. Gibbs!" Jack returned the smile, hiccupping again slightly, "Good to see ya, Mate." Jack introduced me to his friend, who was very friendly, taking my hand and giving me a warm welcome. "I was just about to send out word- let'n the old crew know I was 'ere." He stood up, straightened his jacket (to no real avail), and seemed to turn real 'business-like' all of a sudden. "Seein' if any of ya scalawags were up fer some more sailin'."

"Ye know I am- not sure 'bout the others, but I'm always up fer some fun. Bound to be some o'the old crew on this rock crazy enough to come along again." "One can only hope so," Jack grinned mischievously, swaying back onto his stool. "So what is it yer plannin' now cap'n?" "Eh-" he glanced over at me and then leaned over to Gibbs again, "I think. we shall wait 'till our meetin' tonight to discuss said plans." Jack gave him a stern look and ever so slightly nodded his head toward me. Ever so slightly, but I noticed.

Before Gibbs left, Jack pulled him to the side. I could only make out a few words, they didn't talk long, but the tone of the conversation seemed rather serious.

He turned back to me after Gibbs left with a fake smile plastered across his face.

"I had to tell 'im about the." he waved his hands about, trying to get the right word, "the.erm. rum! Aye, about how good this here rum is." I stared at him, my one eyebrow raised, making it quite obvious I did not believe him.

"The rum?"

"Aye," He nodded, "Rum." I rolled my eyes and stood up. "Well, if we are done here, I'd like to go because I'm starving," I felt like my stomach was going to start digesting itself. I hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, so I didn't have the energy to try and find out what it was they had actually been talking about. I wouldn't expect him to tell me the truth anyway, who was I that he would tell his secrets to? We had only just met, and he was a pirate. He stood up next to me and agreed that he was also hungry (Rum doesn't lie good on an empty stomach. "Even this here wonderful rum that Gibbs had been so interested in hearin' about."). We went to the bakery and he ordered a few danishes for each of us. We ate them on our way back to the ship. As we walked I wondered what it was that he had been talking to Gibbs about. Was he as good a man as I had thought? I mean, he was a pirate. should I still believe that he could be trusted?