Disclaimer: Captain Jack Sparrow, the Black Pearl and her crew, none of them are mine. Much as I might like for the captain to be mine, he's not, and I'll return him to those who do own him in much the same shape I borrowed him in.

Author's Note: Geneviève, Georges, Thérèse, Alexandrie, Paulette and Benoît are mine. Oh, and please send reviews to my e-mail: captainisabellaraven@yahoo.com. Thanks!

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Geneviève woke with a throbbing headache that wasn't helped by the rocking of the soft bed beneath her. Basculer? Ce n'est pas exact. She pried open her eyes, and an explosive growl emerged from her throat, followed by a whimper of pain that the expression had caused. Ce pirate m'a enlevé! Ce petit fils arrogant d'un ver! She sat up carefully, biting back a moan when the motion of the ship beneath her sent a bolt of pain searing through her skull.

She looked around, noting the furnishings and the general wealth of the room, realizing she had to be in the captain's cabin. Her eyes widened briefly before they narrowed, and a low growl rumbled in her chest. Il est un homme mort!

She stood with the same care she'd sat up, and made her way around the room, searching for her dagger, or any weapon she could use, casting nervous glances over at the door everytime she made an inadvertant noise. Mary, mère de Dieu, de montre au-dessus de moi, et de subsistance ce petit fils arrogant d'un ver loin de moi. She sent a quick prayer heavenward, and continued to search, a smile lighting her face as she found a knife. Not her dagger, but a knife nonetheless. She tucked it into her belt before creeping towards the door, peering out at the deck, and the men working there. Sacré Dieu! Il y a une femme!

She shook her head to clear it of the amazement, and regretted it instantly, as her head began to pound in earnest, and her stomach threatened to send up what little remained of her dinner from the night before. With a muffled squeak, she bolted out of the cabin for the rail, leaning over to consign the contents of her belly to the sea. Spitting to rid her mouth of the awful taste of bile, she sensed eyes on her back, and slowly turned. The entire crew was staring at her, with the sole exception of the man at the wheel, whistling as he steered his ship. Through clear blue ocean, without the smallest island in sight.

"Mon Dieu! What have you done?" She glared at the pirate, her eyes flashing with anger, her hands curling into fists that she was tempted to use to wipe that grin off his face. "Answer me!"

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Jack looked down at the angry shout, finding a pair of dark blue eyes glaring up at him, though his eyes strayed lower, to the front of the shirt, which had gaped open just enough to give him an excellent view of...

"Vous avez perverti le petit ver!" She raised one hand to gather the front of the shirt, closing it over her generous bosum, glaring at him as he grinned. "I am not some dockside whore for you to stare at in such a fashion! And you have yet to answer my question. What have you done?"

"It appears as though I've kidnapped you, luv."

"Can you not remember a name over the course of a single night? My name is Geneviève. Not 'luv', and I pray you remember that, m'sieur ver. It would be very poor for your health should you forget my name again."

Jack raised his eyebrows. "And I, mademoiselle, am Captain Sparrow, not m'sieur ver."

"I shall endevor to remember that, but I fear I shall have a very poor memory should my name be forgotten again." The damnable woman smiled sweetly, before stalking elegantly back towards his cabin, her hips swaying slightly in an unintentional invitation.

Noticing the crew gawking, he frowned, and made a mental note to keep Geneviève in his cabin, or with him or Anamaria at all times. He rather doubted she realized what she was doing... Or she might be very well aware of what she's doing, and is trying to get to you, Jack. He shook his head, shouting for the crew to get back to work.

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Geneviève looked around the cabin for something to destroy, preferably something valuable to the pirate. And not something she could use, such as the assorted weapons she'd found in her second search of the cabin, now that her belly seemed more inclined to cooperate with her, instead of threatening rebellion with every step. She spun at the knock on the door, her eyes narrowing as she called out, "What is it?"

"Captain said to see if you were all right, miss." The man muttered something under his breath after he spoke, and Geneviève shook her head, moving towards the door with an idea forming in her mind.

"Tell le capitaine that this cabin will suit me until I am returned to Martinique. But it will have to be cleaned, as it is quite too filthy at the moment to be fit living for any but a worm. And le capitaine will have to find someplace to sleep while I am aboard. Oh, and I require clean clothing, a brush and comb, and a mirror. And a properly cooked meal. That is all, for now." She smirked when she heard the sudden fit of coughing outside, and went to sit on the chest that was situated at the foot of the bed. "You will regret this transgression greatly, capitaine."

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Jack stared at Gibbs when the man relayed the message from Geneviève, and swore when he heard the damnable woman was trying to throw him out of his own cabin. "I'll be damned if I let her toss me out of my own cabin.... Anamaria!" He waited only until the woman had come up, and handed the wheel to her, stalking towards his cabin. That bloody woman was going to learn that no one told Captain Jack Sparrow what he had to do.

"Ah, le capitaine. I see you have come to clean the cabin yourself. That is quite kind of you, but completely uneccessary. You could have had one of the crew, la femme perhaps, clean it. I am sure you have more important things to attend to." Geneviève spoke as soon as he stepped in the door, rising from her seat on his chest. "And I would much rather la femme in here when I change than you. Your man did tell you I require a clean change of clothing, did he not? And I do not see a comb or brush, or a mirror with you. Ah, I know, you have someone searching. I do hope they find..."

"Would you be quiet?" Jack got something thrown at him, and ducked, avoiding getting a knife through the skull by inches. "Bloody woman! Are you trying to kill me?"

"Oui. You are a pest. A very large and annoying pest, I might add, but still a pest. You knocked me out and stole me from my home. You have insulted me, stolen my property, treated me like some common whore, and have not listened to my needs if I am to remain on board your ship! I will not tolerate this any longer. You will treat with the respect due a woman of breeding, and you will ensure that my demands are met, or you can turn this ship around, and take me back to Martinique. If you do not, I will make your life a living hell until you have." Her dark eyes were sparkling with anger, her hands clenched into fists that were settled on either hip as she glared at him, one foot tapping with impatience.

Jack was nonplussed by her frank statement that she was indeed trying to kill him, though his temper began to simmer as she continued to enumerate his faults. "Excuse me, mademoiselle, if I have not lived up to your expectations. This is a pirate ship, not subject to the whims of any woman, no matter how pretty she may be. You will return to Martinique only when, and if, I decide to drop anchor there again. Until then you can either sleep on the floor, or you may sleep with the crew, but you will not be evicting me from my cabin."

He watched as her eyes narrowed. "You have made a terrible error, ver de capitaine. I am not some weak-willed woman you can intimidate, and mark me well, you will regret your words before I am returned to Martinique."

Jack smiled, his trademark grin, as he backed out. "No, mademoiselle. It is not I who shall regret what they have said."

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Basculer? Ce n'est pas exact. - Rocking? That isn't right.

Ce pirate m'a enlevé! - That pirate kidnapped me!

Ce petit fils arrogant d'un ver! - That arrogant little son of a worm!

Il est un homme mort! - He is a dead man!

Mary, mère de Dieu, de montre au-dessus de moi, et de subsistance ce petit fils arrogant d'un ver loin de moi. - Mary, mother of God, watch over me, and keep that arrogant little son of a worm away from me.

Il y a une femme! - There is a woman!

Vous avez perverti le petit ver! - You perverted little worm!

m'sieur ver - mr. worm

le capitaine - the captain

ver de capitaine - captain worm