Day Forty-One,

Its been a month since I first kissed Jack while we were fishing off the rower. A lot has changed since then. Take today; Jack shook me awake at the crack of dawn. Not a soul was up yet.

"What?" I yawned.

"Coming, luv?" he said flourishingly. "We're at port."

I stumbled out of bed and stood up grudgingly. Waking up early has never been my forte, so to speak. Jack took my hand and headed for the door.

"Wait!"

"What?"

"I'm not even dressed yet!" I was in my nightdress. Its decent, but I'm not about to go trudging all over town in something petty, light, and sleeveless.

He looked me up and down drunkenly. "Cant say I've ever seen you wear much more than that." He raised his eyebrows suggestively and I blushed. "Right, then." he turned his back and strode from the room.

When I had dressed, I joined him. He paused a moment to stare at my new sash. Its light blue, the exact colour of my bed sheet. Probably because it was once part of my bed sheet. Call me crazy but I just cant stand wearing a shift all on its own. It makes me feel under clothed.

We climbed into a rower. Jack took both oars but twinged in pain when he tried to row, so I slid onto the bench beside him and took the right oar. He looked surprised for a few moments, then put his now free arm around my waist.

I never enjoyed rowing so much.

Whence we had docked in port he took me by the hand and lead me through the town. It was small, to be sure, but it had all the amenities of a bust port. Traders, thieves, and redcoats alike flocked to and from the countless taverns. Ladies in corsets strolled the avenues, while drunken men in tattered clothes lay sprawled in the alleyways.

Jack knew the town inside out, strolling from this establishment to that, greeting a few men he met along the way and indiscreetly avoiding certain others. We stopped at a breezy tavern that overlooked the cliffs out to the ocean. It was filled to the bursting with traders and merchants, drinking but not yet drunk. Jack made his way to the bar, and I followed uncomfortably.

"Emmaleanna!" He called to the barmaid. She whirled around, a bottle of port in her hand.

"Jack!"

"How's the fort been holding?"

"Fine I suppose." She glanced at me. Jack noticed, and pulled me through the bar entrance into the back room, Emmaleanna following. As soon as the door swung shut, she rounded on him.

"Where have you been?" She demanded. He grabbed my hand. "You know its been five years since I last saw you. FIVE YEARS, Jack!" She paused. "Look I'll understand if something happens to you and you get delayed, but I'm no fool. We as good as buried your memory, and now you show up here like this? What kind of person are you?"

He smiled. "Pirate."

She stared at me disapprovingly. "Who's she?"

Jack put his arm around my waist. "Emmaleanna, this is Morgan."

"Another one of your whores?"

I glared at her. "I'm his fiancée."

Emmaleanna seemed shocked. "YOU are getting MARRIED?" She laughed. "Jack, you wont last a day!"

"Emmaleanna," he cautioned, "Please."

She sighed. "What do you want this time, Jack?"

"Just thought I'd come by and say hello to my dear baby sister."

I stared, dumbstruck. I never thought of Jack as having a sister, much less someone like HER. She was rude and low-class, she swore, she yelled, she stank of rum and tobacco, and she was noting like Jack.

No, wait, she's exactly like Jack.

We spent the night in the rooms above the tavern. Jack stayed downstairs and spoke with Emmaleanna, while I sat upstairs and wrote the days events into my journal.

This seriously skews my whole perspective on just who Jack is. Tomorrow I'll make him tell me about his past. If he refuses, I'll force him in the only way possible.

I may not kiss him again for some time.

Day Forty-Two,

When I woke up this morning, I couldn't find my dress. Emmaleanna lent me a gorgeous nightdress to wear. It has billowy sleeves and a chiffon skirt. But I wanted my dress, and it wasn't lying draped over the headboard of my whitewashed four-poster bed where I'd left it last night. So, naturally, I went off to find Emmaleanna.

Jack must've found her first.

I have a habit of dropping in on private conversations. I swear I don't do it on purpose. I'm just strolling down the hallway and suddenly I hear my name mentioned in the next room. Anyone would've stopped to listen. Emmaleanna and Jack were arguing. Not loudly, but loud enough.

"You cant marry her, Jack." I heard her say. "Its more danger than its worth."

"More danger, aye?" He said. "If her father finds I'll be killed, and no two ways about it."

"If he finds you holding his daughter prisoner he'll have you hung, but if he finds you MARRIED to her then he'll shoot you then and there! You may be the worst man in the entire ocean, Jack, but I care about you. Don't do this."

There was an awkward pause. Then Jack spoke. "I'll do what I bloody well please, mate."

Emmaleanna sighed. What about her, Jack? You could be putting her in danger too."

"How's that then?"

"What if-" pause, "What if she's with child? Your child!"

I've never thought of that. It made me begin to worry. If everything happened as bleakly as Emmaleanna predicted it to, then my life wouldn't be worth living anymore. If I was left bearing his child while my father had him sent to the gallows pole, if Jack was gone and I were to go back to my old life, ridiculed and disgraced. I could never survive that.

"Jack?" Emmaleanna prompted. I crept silently to the door and peered through the massive keyhole. Emmaleanna was standing upright in a light green dress, her rough brown hair swept up into a bun at the nape of her neck. Jack was sprawled casually on the window seat, glancing out idly over the ocean.

"Look, why don't you go concern yourself with someone else's life, aye?" He mumbled.

"Answer my question!" She demanded.

"You never asked a question, mate."

"I implied it, now answer me!"

Jack turned to her and raised his eyebrows patronizingly. "What question would that be, exactly?"

Emmaleanna narrowed her eyes contemptuously. "You know my question, exactly."

He paused. "If you mean did I sleep with her then-" he sighed. "Yes, alright? Now can you please take your abnormally-" he waved his hands while searching for the right word. "spear-like nose out of my life?"

She turned to leave. I flew from the door silently, dashing back down the hallway to my own room. I could hear Jack's heavy footsteps coming down the hall behind me. A moment later he entered, just as I had pulled my blankets around me and flung myself down onto the Swiss idar pillows.

"Morgan?" he called softly. I faked sleepiness and sat up drowsily. "Morning, luv. Sleep well?" He strode across the room and offered me his hand to get out of bed. I took it, and he pulled me up.

"I slept wonderfully!" I said rapturously. He leaned in to kiss me buy I stepped back. "You still owe me your story."

"Uh-uh, I said I MIGHT tell you."

I turned away, making a point to look despondent. "Well," I said softly, "That's not fair." He reached for my hand tenderly, but I pulled away. I had to know.

"How 'bout I tell you something 'round the time I met you, aye luv? What say you to that?"

"When you sacked our ship?" I scoffed.

He reached for my hand again and drew me close against him. "Nay, remember?" I shook my head. "Back when I was captain of The Pinnacle?" Oh yeah.

I nodded. "I remember." He kissed me. A very long kiss.

"That was after I lost command of The Pearl." He paused for a moment, and I could see in his eyes how much he misses his old ship. "The Pinnacle was just a step back towards The Pearl. I owed a year of service to the rum runners for pulling me off that goddamned island. Jennings Bay was my route, and Port Crowne decided to start policing it. Remember?"

I nodded. "I remember." He kissed me again, longer and harder this time. As the kiss broke, I said, "I remember giving the flagship's crew the order to blast the hell outta your ship." He laughed. "You were awful to us, you know."

"I know." He muttered. "But I think I hold some sway in pointing out that I was never profane directly to you, aye? Just to aristocracy in general." We kissed. "And people change."

I sighed. "Maybe eight years is long enough to admit you might've changed." His arms loosened around my waist. "Or maybe I changed."

He caressed my cheek softly. "Forgive me." He whispered. We kissed for a long time. A very, very long time. He gently drew my nightdress down around my shoulders. I began to undo his belt. Then we both stopped at the sound of shoes clattering down the hallway.

I pulled my nightdress back up as the door swung open. Anna-Maria entered, shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Jack and I so hurriedly dressed.

"Captain Sparrow," She said. "Mr. Turner wants to leave port soon."

"Aye," He nodded. "Tell him we'll be there by noon." She nodded and left the room. He turned back to me. "Well that was interesting."

I re-adjusted my nightdress. "We should go." His bandanna was crooked and his belt half undone. "Jack?" I pried.

"Blast damn Turner." He cursed under his breath. Then he turned back to me. "Got what you need, luv?"

"I still need my dress."

He kissed me. "Emmaleanna'll have it." He paused. "Not sure where she's run off to." I placed his hat back on top of his head and left to search out my dress.

Two hours later we were back on the Imprintor and ready to leave. There was just one very small problem; Emmaleanna wouldn't let Jack go.

She stood, feet planted firmly on the wooden deck of the Imprintor, refusing to leave. Jack wont take her from port with us. I suppose he still thinks of her as his baby sister, like he's morally obligated to protect her or something. I didn't bother pointing out that she's four years older than me- this is one of those psycho family things that are more fun to watch than they are to rake part in.

"I'm not leaving, Jack!" Emmaleanna declared. "The last time I let you sail away you didn't come back for five years!"

He waved his hands in frustration. "Please?" He begged. I watched from the sidelines with the crew. Its not every day we get such a cruel yet comedic drama in our midst. "I promise if you let me leave I'll be back within the year!"

"Let me come with you!" She demanded.

"Emmaleanna-" He stammered angrily. "Bloody hell you cant come!"

"Because I'm too young?" She asked.

"Yes!"

"Jack, I'm three years older than Morgan." She said flatly.

"Four." I cut in.

He turned to me and frowned. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-three." I replied.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, then turned back to his sister. "You," He waved his arms, frustrated at her stubbornness "are not coming!"

"You," She cried. "are not either!" Pause. "Jack, I've waited too long to have you back home again. You left right after Liam died. I'm not losing you to the ocean, too. Not this time."

He sighed. "Blast damn you cant come!"

"Captain Sparrow?" Anna-Maria interrupted. "Mr. Turner has already left. If you keep arguing any longer we'll have a lot of catching up to do."

"Right. On deck, then, you scabberous dogs!" He turned from his crew to Emmaleanna. "We're dropping you off in our next port, mate."

This should be quite interesting; Jack and Emmaleanna on the same ship for a good bulk of days. He'll be too preoccupied to concern himself with me, but the quality entertainment we get in return is unsurpassable