The tavern was roudy and loud, and Catherine was fairly uncomfortable in it. She sat quietly at a table waiting for Jack to return. Eventually he did, and he carried to glasses with him. He sat down and plopped the mug in front of her, allowing some to spill out.

"There you are, now drink it up!" He grinned as he held his mug out to her in a toast, but Catherine did not return the favour. Instead she looked at the drink curiously.

"What is this?" She asked, taking a sniff and retorting quickly.

"It's rum, love." He said gently, but with a hint of amusement. "Jus' drink it, it's good. I promise."

She nodded and slowly brought the glass to her lips, allowing a tiny amount of the dark liquid to escape into her mouth. Catherine immediately spat it out as a look of disgust crossed her face. "This is vile!" She exclaimed. Jack immediately started laughing. Catherine decided she would have no more of it and decided to leave.

Jack grabbed Catherine's wrist just as she was about to leave and pulled her down onto his lap. "I'm sorry love." He smirked.

"I'm sorry Mr. Sparrow, but you're quite inebriated and I think now shall be the time I depart."

"Well, then allow me to walk you home love. Wouldn't want you to be ravished by blood thirsty pirates or something, now would we?"

Catherine shuddered at the mention of pirates. More than once she had a run in with those disgusting creatures, and never again did she want to meet one.

"Alright Mr. Sparrow. You have convinced me."

"Good, good love. And it's Captain, if you wouldn't mind."