Jack woke up after a fine night in Tortuga as the sun slid though his window and onto his eyes.  He made a face and rubbed the grit away.  Why did morning have to come so early?  By now Jack was used to waking up with a hang over and knew he had to go relieve Anna Marie from the wheel.  As he went to get dressed something held him down in his bed.  Jack turned over and came face to face with a woman.  He knitted his brow and tried to remember where she had come from.  Ah yes, he had bought her for the night at a prostitute auction.

"Miss, are you awake?"  The woman opened her eyes and sighed.

"I hoped it was a nightmare.  No such luck for me, I suppose."  She removed her arm from Jack's chest and sat up.

"Well the night's over so you can be going now."  Jack stood from the bed and started to dress but the woman was staring at him.

"What do you mean 'go'?"

"I'll no longer be needing your services.  You can go home."

"You were drunker then I thought.  Don't you remember?"  She gapped at him.

"Yes, yes.  I bought you for the night at a whore auction.  I must say, you were very expensive, but worth it, from what I can remember."  He leered at the woman.

"Pig!  I am not a whore!  You bought me at a bride sale."  Now it was Jack's turn to stare.

"What?"

"We're married, Mr. Sparrow."

"Says who?"  The woman turned, reached over the edge of the bed and produced a piece of paper.  Jack was never the best reader, but he knew enough to realize it was a marriage contract with his, her and a priest's signatures on the bottom.  "Well.  I, um."

"My name's Darcy Keeper.  If you want to know."  Darcy scooted off the bed and began dressing.  "Damn it!"

"What's wrong now, love?"  Jack asked as he finished dressing.

"My skirt is still wet from last night."

"What happened last night, besides the obvious?"  Darcy blushed and bowed her head.

"I'm a bit afraid of heights and while I was climbing the ladder to board the ship, I fell into the water."

"I guess grace is out of the question for one of your virtues."  Jack went to his chest of drawers.  "Here, you can wear my extra breeches."  Darcy looked insulted.

"I am a woman!  That would be unseemly."  Jack laughed at her.

"You're on a pirate ship, Miss Keeper, your idea of unseemly is about to change.  You either wear these breeches, your wet skirt, or you go with out."  He tossed the pants onto the bed.  "Welcome to the Black Pearl."  With that, Captain Jack Sparrow walked out the door.