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Chapter 4…the next day and a few after that:

            I woke up the next morning completely refreshed; it had been a long time since I had a good 6 hours of sleep. I began to stretch and get up, and get dressed once again. I had almost completely forgotten about the encounter I had with Jack (captain, ha), when I heard voices coming from the hallway. I stood close to the door and pressed my ear against the small crack to hear what was going on.

            "Aye Gibbs that be right, I am going to go into Tortuga with the crew," Jack said in an over exaggerated tone, so I could hear him. He knew that I was awake by now, and most likely was leaning against the door listening to him and Gibbs. The thought made him grin even more.

            "Aye Capt, I'll gather the crew and then we be leavin', but what 'bout Amsterdam? I say we leave him 'ere Capt, aint nothin' but trouble." Gibbs said, patting his stomach as he remembered how his insides were very close to being spilled.

            I gasped at the sound of my pretend name, and pushed myself even closer to the door, if that was possible.

            "Amsterdam," Jack smiled and stroked his chin. "I say Gibbs the boy is young give him time, I am sure he'll turn out fine. He probably is just sexually frustrated is all." This is too easy, Jack thought to himself. The vision of me turning all shades of red at this very moment made him chuckle.

            Jack was right; I was turning every shade of red, my hand was clenched onto the door handle, and my knuckles had turned white. Why I ought to, I thought, but I can't! God that man is insufferable!

            "All he needs is a good wench, an' rum, and then he be cured."

            Gibbs chuckled a little and said "Ye might be right Capt, 'hat all a man need, to calm his nerves. I best be gettin' the crew ready then."

            I could hear footsteps go down the hallway, and slowly breathed out again. Men, I thought, they are despicable. I let go of my grip on the door handle, and then slumped into the chair to wait until all the commotion on the deck had settled.

            After a half an hour everything seemed to be quiet and I left my room, and crept to the upper deck. The sun shown brittle and it took a minute for my eyes to readjust. I looked around to see if anyone was there, but only saw Mr. Cotton slumped over in a chair asleep. I crossed the deck and climbed up to the crow's nest.

            It is so beautiful, I thought, as I looked out into the ocean. One day I am going to have my own boat, I mean how hard can it be? If Captain Sparrow can do it, I should be able to do it. Even the thought of his name made my emotions run wild. That man, I mumbled, and took out and apple from my pocket and began to eat it.

            As dusk approached, I climbed down and went to the crew quarters to get my things before they returned. I had wished to watch the sunset, but it was too risky, I couldn't take the risk of running into Jack or Gibbs again, at least not tonight, I thought. I gathered my things, and then grabbed a roll and apple from the kitchen and headed toward my room.

            I looked around before opening it and then went in. It was already dark, except for a sliver of moonlight coming in from the window. I put my bag down and began to make myself ready for bed.

            Jack had been waiting in the room all day. He positioned himself in a corner where the light didn't hit so he could sit and watch, without me ever knowing. But Jack hadn't expected this. This was just too good, Jack thought, and a smile formed across his face.

            I laid my sword and dagger on the desk along with my hat and bandana. I took off my boots and socks, placing them under the desk. I then reached into my bag and pulled out my nightshirt and laid it on top of the desk. I undid my belt and threw it to the ground, letting my pants sag around my hips. I then slipped off my shirt, folded it and placed it in my bag.

            Jack had watched my every moment very carefully. He knew he should say something, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. As the light shown across my body, he noticed how toned my muscles were, and how smooth and pale my skin looked. As each piece of clothing fell to the ground, he felt himself get more intrigued. He felt like he was being let in on a side of me that no one else had seen, and that excited him, even slightly turned him on. He sighed not wanting to have to interrupt this, he pulled out his gun and began to walk over to me.

            I had reached behind me to untie the scarf around my chest when I felt a hand take a hold of mine. He intertwined his fingers into mine and I could feel a shockwave of emotions shoot through my body. I stiffened and closed my eyes and out stretched my arm. I felt the cold melt under my fingers and was about to grab the handle when I felt something against my head. I flinched and tried to grab for my dagger once more when a whisper came into my ear "I wouldn't be doin' that luv," and with that he cocked the gun. It was then a second shockwave of emotions ran through me, making goosebumbs appear on my skin. I slowly exhaled as his breath hit my neck.         

            Jack had enjoyed the warmth of my body against his. What he even enjoyed more was the reactions I had to him; he wanted to push it further. He licked his lips and sighed and thought, "Always want somethin' you can't 'ave mate!"

            He then began to push me out of the room down the hallway to his, and once inside, he shoved me into a chair, and tied me up, keeping his gun on me. One he finished tying me, he pushed me into the table and walked to the other side, and sat down. He smirked at me as he rested the gun on the table.

            "I am not a prisoner, you can't keep me tied up like this," I said coldly

            "'Hat luv is where you're wrong. I am Captain Jack Sparrow, and can do what I want to ya." Jack smiled at his own words, he knew that he must me eating me up inside, and he loved that.

            "What do you mean you can do what you want with me, I am part of this crew, not a bloody prisoner."

            "Once again luv, you are wrong. You see, you lied to me, which, in turn, makes you my prisoner. And you know what 'hat means luv, I can do what I want to ya, savvy?"

            "Why you…you…"

            "Pirate, handsome Captain…"

            "BASTARD!!!" I screamed as I thrashed in my chair, trying to loosen the ropes. When I looked back at him, he just smiled, so I smiled back and then spit at him. "You bloody Bastard, that is what you are, a BASTARD!"

            Jack wiped the spit off of his cheek and then stretched his arm across the table and grabbed my chin. He pulled my face close to his. When I looked into his eyes, I felt like I was looking into a mirror. They were like mine, emotionless, cold, and deadly serious. I kept my eyes locked onto his; he was going to win this way I thought.

            "LOOK," Jack said curtly "the game is over. You either tell me what the bloody HELL is going on here or yous is walkin' the plank, SAVVY?"

            I searched his eyes for any kind of hint of him bluffing, but he wasn't. Woman or not, he wasn't going to keep a liar onboard. I conceded, "savvy." He then let go of my chin and sat back down in his chair.

            "Well then it is about time I learned your name, luv."

            "Jocelyn," I mumbled.

            "What was 'hat luv?" Jack said cupping his hand around his ear, acting as if he was deaf. "Going to have to repeat that luv."

            How I loathed that man. To think that I could even find he remotely good looking, mad me feel sick. "I said my name is Jocelyn Ann Rhyes, daughter of Amsterdam and Mary Rhyes."

            "See, that wasn't too hard Jocelyn, ya didn't die or anything."

            "You may call me Miss. Rhyes, Mr. Sparrow, for I am no friend of yours so do not speak to me like I am." I glared at him, if only looks could really kill.

            "Jocelyn, is it then?" Jack said smirking. He was going to get under her skin any way he could. There was a weak spot to me and he was determined to find it and use it. She will break, he though, they all do. "Where are the lovely Mr. And Mrs. Rhyes?"

            I looked at the table, that bastard. He knew where they were and yet he still asked, the nerve of him. I glanced out of the window, and thought of my mother. She was so lovely, so pretty, so smart. How I wished I could see her once more, hug her one last time. I sighed loudly and Jack said, "What is the matter luv? Cryin' are ya?"

            I stared at him and said, "I don't cry for your information. Only the weak cry, Mr. Sparrow."

            "HA, a woman who doesn't cry, tis a first I am afraid. But yous still avoiding the question luv, where are your parents?"

            "In the ground, behind St. Michel's church to be exact. If you need, I will draw you a map to show you how to get there."

            Jack watched me for any sign of change in my emotions; he found none. I stayed the same, emotionless and cold. This made Jack slightly uneasy, and now began regretting wanting to know more about me. He bit his lip and then said, "How did they die?"

            "They were killed," I said bluntly. If he wanted to know I would tell him, if he wanted to know how it felt to be me I would show him.

            "Luv yous goin' to have to be more specific then 'hat," Jack smiled and folded his arms across his chest.

            "They were killed by pirates."

            Jack studied me, he knew there was more, but he pondered whether or not he wished to know. He had asked for the whole truth and couldn't let me off now, no matter how much he wished to. He would find out the truth. "Luv, there's more you're not tellin' me."

            I shifted my gaze to the window again, why did he push me so? I felt a slight tug of my hands and re-focused my attention on Jack. He had grabbed my hands and untied them. I looked at him questionably, and then he grabbed my left hand and turned it over. I gasped and tried to pull it back.

            "Luv would you like to explain this?"

            It doesn't need explaining I thought, it is what it is. It was the mark of Captain Pierre, a skull and two bones, forever burned upon my skin. I looked at my wrist and then back at him, "I don't think you want me to or need me to explain it Mr. Sparrow, so would you be so kind as to let go of my hand?"

            "Luv, I am all ears." Jack grinned sheepishly and held onto my hand a little tighter.

            I could feel the rage build inside of me; he had found his button I thought to myself. Well he wanted to hear it. I rolled my eyes at him and then locked eyes with him once again. If he wanted to know, then I would let him.

            "What part do you want to hear Captain Sparrow? Hmmmm? The part where pirates killed my father while he protected my mother and me? Or how about the part where I watched Captain Pierre slit my mother's throat and I watched her bleed to death? I mean that is always what people like to hear in a good pirate story right? And don't worry Sparrow there is more. There is the part where he proceeded to rape me in the same room where he just killed my mother. Then when he was done with me and gave me that fine brand and left me to bleed to death. Did you know once you branded like that people treat you like you have the plague, they give pirates more respect than they do women who have those brands. But that is not all he left me with, no. I got two fine scars left by him, so I can remember him every day for the rest of my life. Is that what you wanted to hear Captain Sparrow Sir. HUH? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO KNOW???"

            Jack sat motionless, he seemed to be frozen. It was the first time in his life he felt empathetic towards another. He watched in awe of how emotionless I seemed, knowing that inside my heart broke. Jack let go of my wrist and closed his eyes. He was unsure of what to say, there was nothing he could say.

            He slowly got up and walked over to me and began to untie me, and then went to the cabinet and brought out a bottle of rum. He pulled out the cork and held it in his hand and said, "Want some luv?"

            I rolled my eyes and stood. It was only then I realized how naked I was. I was only in my pants and scarf, and suddenly felt very exposed to him. I wrapped my arms around my waist not wanting him to see my scar. I looked back at the floor and then said, "May I leave now?"

            Jack was surprised by the sudden shyness and then realized why. He smiled and let his eyes wander over my body. He grabbed my hands from around my waist and held them out, exposing the scar. It was long and continued under my pants. He looked back up at my face to catch my gaze and said, "I want ya to know luv I may be a pirate, but I would never hurt ya Jocelyn, savvy?"

            I was taken aback from his words. A man had never touched me as gentle as he, let alone promised not to hurt me. I was also skeptical of it; it could be just another game. I nodded silently, but for some reason, he didn't let go of his hands. It felt so good just to stand there holding his hand and looking into his eyes, it felt safe. I felt like maybe under all his layers he was someone you could trust, he just had an image to protect, kind of like me.

            Jack was surprised by the long contact with me. He wouldn't let himself believe that there was something there; "it must be just a mind lapse by her or something," he thought.  Just then there came commotion above them and I jerked my hands back and said "I best be going Sparrow."

            "Wait luv, let me go an' see if anyones 'here, don't want ya to get caught now do we?" He winked at me and then walked out the door.

            He came back in a matter of minutes and entered the cabin with two bottles of rum and a grin on his face. "Well luv there's some bad news for ya, but good news for me. It 'ppears ya goin' to spend the night with me, but not to fear, got us some Rum!"  A smile spread across his face as he hopped onto the bed.

            My mouth dropped to the floor, he must be lying. I turned to him and said, "Where is the good news?"

            Jack smiled and said, "Well you get to spend the night with the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, but you only got one bottle of rum luv. Now where we?" he said as he put the bottles of rum down and extended his arms.

            I glared at him un-amused, but decided it best to play along. I slowly crossed to where he was on the bed. I stood at the edge of the bed in between his legs, which hung off of the bed. He smiled and I ran my finger up his arm and then stopped at his shoulders. I leaned in to him letting my lips graze his check and then whispered into his ear, "I believe we were right her," and with that I shoved him. Not knowing my own force, I had caused him to roll backward and land on the floor on the opposite side of the bed.

            I smiled and plopped myself on the bed, as I watched Jack's hands emerge on the bed raising himself up. As he stood, he rubbed his head and then snatched one of the bottles of rum and took a swig of it. He looked at me questionably and said "I guess you be sleepin' there?"

            "Well unless, there is somewhere else to stay, then I will be staying here. And you?"

            "'Hat you mean luv? I will be stain' right here," He said as he padded the bed. He saw the look on my face and said "your more then welcome to sleep on the floor."

            I rolled my eyes, and crossed my arms and said "well then will you be sleeping under the covers then?"

            He smirked "That was the plan luv, why did you care to join me?"

            "No!" I could feel the heat rising in my face "How dare you imply such things!"

            "Luv, I aint implying anything, yous be doin' that all by yourself." With that he began to undress. He threw off his boots and socks, and then his hat and bandana. Then he took off his shirt, and reached down to undo his belt.

            "Mr. Sparrow what in bloody hell do you think you are doing?"

            "Well you see Jocelyn before I go to bed, I usually get undressed."

            "Mr. Sparrow, I would not think it necessary to take off your pants, being that you are sharing the bed with another." I glared at him intensely, who does he think he is?

            "You would love that wouldn't ya love?" He winked at me and then took off his belt and slid under the covers.

            Fine, if he wants to play that way, I can indulge him. With that I inched closer to him until we were only inches away. I let one hand run over his smooth muscular tanned chest. I let the other run up where his leg was and then placed my hand right on his crotch. I saw a smirk arise on in face. He looked at my hand, and then he turned his face to me. I could feel his breath on my neck. What have I gotten myself into, I thought. "Mr. Sparrow," I said doing my best angel look.

            "Call me Jack, luv," He said while he ran his fingers down my neck.

            "Jack," I said flashing a smile, moving my hand slightly and seeing his grin grow larger. "If you touch me while I am sleeping I will KILL you, savvy?" With that I rolled over and closed my eyes. I heard him go through a few swear words, and mumble a few things about women before finally drifting into sleep.

            Jack sat for a long while before going to sleep. His mind was reeling and he couldn't help but looking at my sleeping body next to him. It was then that he saw the other scar running diagonal across my back. He sighed, he knew that he was in over his head with me, but couldn't help but being drawn to me. He knew it was a lost cause, but for some reason he felt he needed me as much I needed him. He longed to hold my body next to him and erase my past.

            It only had been a few hours before that Jack had finally fallen asleep when he was awakened from the thrashing going on next to him. He rolled over and sat up, and looked over to me, to see me thrashing back and forth. He was tempted to wake me, and extended his hand when I suddenly stopped. Jack froze and pulled his hand back. He raised his eyebrow quizzically and was moving closer to look at my face when suddenly I sat up.

            "NOOOOOO," I screamed. My eyes shot open and my mind reeled. I was still in shock and hadn't remembered where I was when I felt a hand slide around my waist and pull me into them. I thrashed against them trying to get away. I elbowed them and screamed when a hand covered my mouth. I could feel my heart pound against my chest when I heard a voice whisper in to my ear "Jocelyn, you're fine luv. You're here on the Black Pearl with me, Jack. You are ok luv. It was just a nightmare 'tis all. Clam down, you are alright luv."

            I felt my body go limp and he released his hand from my mouth. I breathed out loudly. His arm was still wrapped around my waist and I could feel his fingers running up and down my shoulder. He kept saying it is okay luv, it is fine, I am here. You are ok. It made me feel safe. I shifted so I could see him and looked into his eyes and hugged him. His body was so warm, and when he wrapped his arms around me it felt so right. I pulled away slowly and said, "Thanks Jack, sorry if I hurt you or anything."

            "I will survive luv. Are you sure you are ok though luv?"

            I looked away and nodded my head. I will not cry I thought, I could still picture him (Captain Pierre) in my head. I felt sick.

            Jack studied my face, and for a moment he thought he saw an emotion, a feeling of some kind. It was fleeting though and was quickly replace by my toughness. "Luv, you know it is ok to be sad or scared."

            I looked at him and raised one eyebrow "Jack I am fine, we should get some sleep." With that I laid down positing myself in between his arm and chest. He too lied down and wrapped his arms around me waist, I could feel his breath on my neck and I said, "Same rules apply, Jack."

            "I would expect nothin' less Jocelyn." And with that we feel into a deep slumber.