A/N - This chapter was a little difficult to write. First of all, I spent most of my day in Hanover, PA. Though I had originally planned to write part of this chapter during the 2 1/2 hours there and the 2 1/2 hours back, that didn't work too well. On the way there, I had the biggest brain fart imaginable, so I spent it listening to my CD player. On the way home, my batteries died. Still had my brain fart. Then, my grandmother forces my parents to put in a stupid "How to Learn How to Play the Harmonica" CD. After the person playing the harmonica butchered Jingle Bells (which I had believed impossible till then), my dad, thankfully, took the CD and threw it back at her. Still had my brain fart. I looked over the ideas that I had written down for this story and finally started getting the wheels turning. Thing was, I couldn't figure out how I wanted to write the first sentence. It's kind of difficult to write something when you can't even get the first sentence down. When I finally managed to start writing, we were already home. Having only finished two paragraphs, both of which are at different points in the chapter, I ended up here, at my computer, at 10:00 pm friday night trying to grate out at least a page or two before bed. Still had my brain fart. Then, I wake up at 8:00 am in the morning on saturday to clean my room so I can go to my boyfriends around 1. Between cleaning my room and waiting for my boyfriend to get done with his work, I tried to crap out at least another page. Still had my brain fart. Turns out, I never made it to my boyfriends. So I had all day to write, but guess what? Still had my brain fart! When I actually managed to conquer my incredibly large brain fart...guess what....THE WHOLE BLOODY TIME FF.NET WAS NOT WORKING!!! SO IT DIDN'T MATTER BECAUSE EVEN IF I HAD FINISHED IT WHEN I HAD ORIGINALLY PLANNED TO (which was friday night) I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN ABLE TO LOAD IT!!!!! _...so yea...I'm a little stressed out right now. *drops head on desk* moving on before I blow a major artery....

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Gale was suddenly awakened when she felt someone grab her shoulders and shake her till she felt her brains would reduce to mush and ooze out her ears. Her eyes shot open instantly to find, not one, but two Jacks smirking at her. When Jack released her shoulders she grabbed her head to try and steady it. She waited for the room to stop spinning before she got up to wipe that smirk off his face. Slowly, she sat up on the bed, still a bit dizzy from him shaking her like he was having a seizure. When she only saw one Jack instead of two, much to her relief, she glared at him.

"What on earth was that for, and was it really necessary?" Gale asked, barely restraining from raising her voice. Despite her apparent anger, Jack's smirk did not falter.

"Well, if I recall correctly, ye're the one who said all I had te do was shake ye awake." Gale stared at him stupidly for a few moments before she let out a shrill scream and lunged at him. Caught off guard, Jack went tumbling to the ground from the impact. He landed hard with Gale on top of him, knocking the wind out of his lungs. Jerking her head up, she realized just how close they were. Their noses were touching and they could feel each other's warm breath graze the other's lips. Her legs were on either side of him, straddling his stomach. His large shirt had ridden up her thighs and he could see their milky whiteness out of the corner of his eye. He could feel her breasts through his thin shirt and he felt himself growing hard. They stayed like that for a few moments just staring into the other's eyes, too shocked from their position and the feelings it generated to move. Gale was about to get up when they heard someone walk in. They both turned their heads to see one of the crewmen standing their smiling at them.

"Isa sorry, Captain. Didn't know ye was busy. I'll jist leave ye two alone then." With that, the man walked out and closed the door behind them. Gale turned back to look at Jack, her face looking absolutely mortified at being caught in this position. Jack only smiled and trailed his fingers up her naked thighs. Gale shivered at his touch, but she'd be damned before she let him know she liked him touching her.

"If ye wanted me this bad, love, all ye had te do was say so," Jack whispered, a husky tone in his voice. Gale's eyes widened considerably before she leaned back and jumped off of him, picking up his coat from the bed and wrapping it around herself to obtain some modesty. While she was doing that he stood up and pointed to the edge of the bed. She turned around to see a pile of clothing lying where he was pointing. Picking them up, she turned and stared at him, waiting for him to leave the room.

"What, no thank you kiss?" Jack instantly regretted opening his mouth when she slapped him and kicked him out of his own room, yet again.

When Gale emerged from the lower deck, Jack was leaning against the helm. He looked up at her with a smile and it only got wider when he looked her over. He was quite pleased with what he had picked out for her. She had a white shirt like his, only much smaller, showing her midriff, and it tied between her breasts. There was a black leather vest over it that tied in the middle. It hugged to her breasts nicely in Jack's opinion. Her pants were also black, hugging closely to her buttocks and thighs, and tucked into knee-length dark brown leather boots. She had a gray sash hanging loosely from her hips and a gray bandanna covering the entire top of her head, keeping her hair out of her face.

"For some reason, Captain, I can't shake the feeling that you had a hand in picking this out." He gave her another appreciative look before he looked up at her with a satisfied smirk on his face. Despite her attempt at being angry with him, she couldn't help but smirk back. Somewhere inside her, she was happy he was looking at her like that. It felt good whenever he expressed interest in her, even if it was just for her body. He kept smiling as her walked up to her and she nearly jumped out of her skin when he placed his hand on her lower back. Gale shot Jack a confused look when he guided her towards the ramp off the boat.

He simply smiled and replied, "Lesson #1: How to drink like a pirate," and walked her down the ramp and into Tortuga.

Gale stared wide-eyed at the large mug the plump barmaid had set in front of her just moments before.

"Good Lord," was all she could manage to say. Jack chuckled at her and she watched, mouth agape, as he took a rather large gulp from his own mug.

"Go on," Jack said, waving his hands at her to take a swig of the drink. Tentatively, she brought the mug to her lips and took a small sip, grimacing the second it touched her tongue. She forced the harsh liquid down her throat and turned to Jack with a disgusted expression.

"How can you drink this? It's absolutely horrible!" Jack smiled and took another swig of his drink before replying.

"Ye get used te the taste after awhile. Go on, keep drinkin'." He waved his hands at her again, so she forced another sip of the vile drink down. Jack rolled his eyes at her. "Fer God sakes, drink! Ye're hurtin' its feelin's!" Gale just looked at him, confused.

"I am drinking. And don't be absurd. A drink has no feelings," Gale replied. Jack just stared at her blankly.

"Ye know what I mean. Now grab the bull by his balls and drink!" Gale gaped at Jack's comment in utter disbelief.

"I beg your pardon! I will most certainly not grab a bull by his balls!" Jack rolled his eyes at her again.

"Tis a figure of speech, and pardon not granted. Now drink, woman!"

"My name is-" Gale was cut off in mid sentence as Jack lifted her pint, still in her own hands, to her mouth and practically forced her to drink some of it. She nearly choked on it, and started coughing to clear her throat when he pulled the mug away. She had to blink a few times to get rid of the colorful spots dancing around in her eyes. She turned to Jack, but he only smiled at her. And to her add to her shock, she smiled back at him.

An hour and a lot of alcohol later...

Jack watched in utter amazement as Gale downed yet another shot. He certainly had not expected her to consume this much. He stared down at his shot glass that was still full. He was able to stop drinking awhile ago. She, not being used to this much alcohol at once, was completely drunk by her second or third pint of beer. So, here he was, in a bar and still sober. He looked back up at her and she smiled at him, swaying in her seat a little. Someone had to make sure she didn't get herself hurt or worse. He just happened to be the only available trustworthy person to do it.

"I win," he heard her say in a slurred speech before she belched rather loudly. He assumed she was talking about the imaginary drinking contest they were having. She slipped out of her chair so suddenly that Jack didn't catch her before she hit the ground. He stared at her stupidly as she burst out into hysteric giggles. Sighing, he picked her up off the floor and set her back on her seat. She began slipping again the second he let go, and he had to quickly grab her before she fell again. When he was sure she was not going to fall again any time soon, he turned to take his shot that he had neglected before. Unfortunately, the drink never made it past his lips. He almost spilled it when he was suddenly yanked out of his seat.

"Come on, Jack! Let's dance!" Jack tried to tell her that there was no music to dance to, but didn't when he realized it would only fall on deaf ears. He managed to put the shot of whiskey back on the table with minimum spillage before he was dragged to an open space between some of the tables. He stood there and watched as she spun around in circles, occasionally stopping herself and giggling because she was dizzy. He took this opportunity to look her over once more. Her lengthy curls twirled around along with her, creating a beautiful dark brown halo around her head. Her arms were in the air, elbows bent to give it a relaxed look. Jack's eyes trailed further down Gale's body.

His gaze began a lazy path over her smooth neck, and then settled on her breasts for a moment. This was the first time he was able to really get a good idea of their size. She wasn't as large as some, make that most, of the whores he had seen or been with, but that in no way meant she was small. He was almost sure that they would fit in his hands perfectly. He was tempted to reach up and find out, but he restrained himself. Even if she was completely off-her-rocker drunk right now, she'd probably still smack him silly for touching her.

Making his way further down, over her thin, flat stomach, and to her hips and rear. He watched her hips move, mesmerized by the seductive way they swayed. Her butt, like her breasts, was the perfect shape and size. His eyes skimmed down the curve of her back, over her rear, and on to her legs.

Just like the rest of her, they were perfect. Slender thighs, shapely calves, thin ankles, and dainty feet. He recalled the short time that morning she had straddled him, causing his mind to wander. He imagined himself trapped between those legs. Her sweaty thighs and calves wrapped around his hips, ankles locked, as he pushed into her hot wetness again and again.

He was brought back to reality when Gale tripped on her own foot. Snapping himself out of his fantasy, he quickly grabbed her around her waist before she fell flat on her face. He breathed out a sigh and pulled her upright. She just giggled the whole time, probably not realizing she had even tripped. She looked up at him and their eyes locked, her giggling slowing dying down. She was still smiling at him innocently and he felt the urge to kiss that sweet smile. He started to lean in to kiss her, but was not able to because Gale had twirled her way out of his arms and was now spinning away from him.

She neared a table full of half-drunk pirates who all gave her very appreciative glances. Too appreciative. He felt every muscle in his body tighten with jealousy. When one particular pirate tried to grab Gale's rear as she spun past him, it only took him a second to have his gun only inches away from the man's privates. The man's hand stopped immediately as he noticed the gun.

"Try te touch her again, an' I'll pull this 'ere trigger." Gale stopped twirling around and turned to face them just as Jack had threatened the pirate. When the man pulled his hand back, Jack put his gun away and walked up to Gale.

"Jack! What's going on?" Gale asked as Jack walked up to her and took her by the arm.

"We're leavin', that's what's goin' on," Jack said as he started to pull her away from the table and out of the tavern.

"No! I'm not leavin'," Gale replied sharply before she pulled her arm free of his grasp. Jack turned around to see her twirling her way back towards the table he had just pulled her away from. Not having the patience to fight with her at the moment, he walked up to her, grabbed her around her waist, and threw her over his shoulder. He glared at the pirate who had tried to molest Gale before he turned around and walked out of the bar. Gale punched, kicked, and screamed the whole way back to the dock, but Jack just ignored her. When he reached the dock, he slid her off his shoulder and on to her feet. He wasn't surprised when she pushed away from him and gave him a hard slap across the cheek.

"What's the big idea?" Gale asked, anger leaking into her tone.

"I jist saved ye from bein' felt up by some half drunk pirate! Ye was bringin' some unwanted attention te yerself with all that twirling ye was doin'. Givin' some no-good pirates the wrong idea about ye," Jack practically yelled. He was still tense and angry about that pirate trying to take advantage of Gale like he had, but the way she was acting was making him angry with her instead.

"You mean like you?" Jack's eyes widened at her words. The fact that she would even think that he would take advantage of her like that hurt him. He had saved her life, not once, but twice now from less than virtuous men, and now she has the audacity to accuse him of the same crime. That was the last straw. He stalked up to her, grabbed her around the waist, and tossed her right into the water a few feet from the edge of the dock. He turned without a thought and walked away a few feet. When he didn't hear any screaming or splashing, he stopped and slowly turned. The only sign that she was underneath the water the ripples from her landing. He cautiously walked to the edge and waited for a few moments for her to surface, thinking she was doing this to trick him. When she didn't surface he began to panic. He hastily took of his boots, hat, and coat before he jumped into the water after her.