AN- okay everyone, this might be a little confusing if you've read this part earlier..but I decided to change/re-write/extend it completely! I'm sorry for any confusion, I hope you like this a little better than it was before, if not, so sorry!!

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Something banged on the door. Both pairs shot open and up. Jack kept Ana tight against him, shielded from the door. "Aye?" he asked roughly. "Aye?" he called louder, with one hand picking up his pistol and pointing it at the door.

Seconds passed.

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Chapter 4: Port Royal? _________________

"Jack?" they finally heard an uncertain voice. Gibbs.

"What be the trouble?" Jack asked on full alert.

"Aye.where we be headed Capt'n? I need to steer the ship, sir," Gibbs growled.

Jack grinned. "Port Royal, mate."

Ana's eyes went wide. "Port Royal? Are ye daft? Yer a wanted man there!" she all but shrieked.

"Pirate," he reminded her cheerfully. "Will an' Elizabeth will gladly take ye in and keep ye safe. They're trustworthy sort."

She frowned. "So I'll stay with 'em and ye all will go after the treasure on Isla de Muerta

Jack looked somewhat uneasy and he frowned. "Maybe, love. Not sure yet."

She rolled her eyes. "I got work to do, Capt'n." She freed herself with a squirm and made to open the door. Jack stopped her with a hand on her wrist.

"Just.be careful, love. There be several who do anything for gold.I just don't trust em, savvy?" He kissed her briefly once more in parting, eyes solemn.

Ana stroked his cheek in reassurance, then shoved her hat down over her hair and opened the door. Jack watched her step through into the bright Caribbean sunlight. He leaned up against the doorjamb and took a swig of his rum. "Anamaria." he sighed. What a woman.

"Capt'n." Gibb's hoarse voice came from the side into his ear.

Jack jumped and flailed his arms, startled, a hand dramatically on his chest. "Aye?"

"We be arrivin' at Port Royal 'afore noon tomorrow. There be a good strong breeze." Both men unconsciously glanced at the helm where they saw Anamaria steering, following a compass in her hand.

"Good." Jack told Gibbs. "She can be safe there for at least a while."

Gibbs looked at his friend, somewhat surprised and disappointed. "We be leaving her there?"

"Aye," Jack eyed his friend seriously. "Ain't it bad luck to have a woman onboard anyways, mate?"

Gibbs looked uncomfortable. "It used to be.me guesses. But she does more than most of the men, truth be told."

"Aye." Jack agreed sorrowfully.

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For the second time in three days the Black Pearl made its way into Port Royal. It anchored somewhat in a small deserted rocky cove. Anamaria and Jack launched a boat to go ashore. "They'll recognize ye," Ana hissed.

Jack frowned. "I got ye to protect me, love." Ana rolled her eyes and strapped on another pistol. She insisted she would row as ell and after safely stashing the boat behind a clump of trees, the pair entered the bustling Port Royal.

He pulled her along behind him and she followed obediently, although she doubted very much that he knew where he was going. Finally he stopped in front of a large fenced-in stone mansion. "Home sweet home," he announced cheerfully, pushing open the gate.

Ana dug her heels in. "Yer going to waltz up to the bloody front door? Everyone's lookin' for ye, ye fool!"

Jack let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine, aye. We'll go around, savvy?"

"Savvy," Ana replied. Jack eyed her, strangely amused by this, and kissed her hand. She scowled.

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Elizabeth Swann sat in the shade of her porch, fanning her self delicately. Her lips parted in appreciation as she admired her new ring. It was delicately woven thin silver strips with a small sapphire stone. Will had come by last night and spoken to her somewhat disappointed father. Will proposed to her and just thinking about it made her eyes well up. He had made the ring himself.

She closed her eyes. She could almost hear his somewhat rough, but still beautiful voice whispering the words that he had spoken the night before.

"Elizabeth!!"

Elizabeth gave a little scream and nearly fell out of her chair. She was staring into a pair of dark dancing eyes lined in black. "Jack!" Elizabeth shot up. "What are you doing here? There's looking all over for you!" she hissed.

"I told you so, Jack Sparrow! Yer daft!" Elizabeth heard a woman's shrill, angry voice come from behind him.

"Anamaria?" Elizabeth asked curiously. "What's going on?"

"Ah, can we come in, love? I don't want to lose my neck just yet, savvy?" Jack cut in impatiently.

Elizabeth led them into a small parlor. She leaned her head out the door and grabbed a passing maid. "Fetch William Turner from the blacksmith shop." She told the girl simply.

"They're lookin' for us, Elizabeth," Jack told her.

"You too?" Elizabeth frowned at Anamaria.

"Yes!" Jack answered, frustrated. "Can you.disguise her or something?" Ana glared at him, shaking her head in protest.

"Ana, come with me. You can where one of my dresses. I'm sure no one will recognize you. Will can get you something to change into, Jack." Elizabeth bubbled on, taking Ana by the arm. Jack waved cheerfully at her, and Ana raised her fist and grumbled, firing daggers from her eyes at him behind Elizabeth's back.

The governor's daughter rummaged through her closet. She pulled out a sky blue and white print dress. "It's perfect!" she exclaimed. "It's a few years old, but Father bought it off some traders from Puerto Rico, " she chattered on and on.

Ana snapped to attention, something clicking in her mind. Puerto Rico. Her eyes widened. Five minutes later, a certain unsuspecting pirate captain was inspecting a broken piece of a silver light, holding it up to eye level with certain curiosity.

"Jack!"

Jack dropped the piece with a bang and wince, spinning around as a whirl of blue fabric ran into the room. "Ana?" he asked, puzzled.

"Just now, Elizabeth mentioned something about--"

Jack clapped his hand over her mouth. "Now wait just a minute love, yer not gonna let a lonely man go without a look, all dressed up nice as ye are," he teased with a wicked smirk. Her hair was pinned up and the dress was high in back and square-necked in front. Ana's golden skin glowed against the fabric and it skimmed her body, showing Jack the curves that he had only been able to imagine before. His eyebrows rose as he surveyed her and he blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "Ye could make quite a livin' in Tortuga, love."

Ana's eyes darkened with temper and she slapped him suddenly before he had a chance to react. With one hand clutched on his reddening cheek, he reeled away from her, blinking in shock. "I thought we were past all this slapping bit, love," he tried to tell her, but her anger was on the rise and he was not helping it.

"Jack Sparrow is that what ye take me for, one of yer whores from Tortuga!" Ana turned on her heel and made her way into the hallway where several servants were milling about.

Jack frowned with a little surprised noise as he scooted to where she was making her getaway; not very successfully it appeared, due to those skirts. He grasped her arm, eyes still glittering in a way that heightened her anger more. "Ana, love don't be angry, it's a compliment," he tried valiantly at his most dashing smile. Servants were staring now, making no attempt to be discreet; Ana didn't notice through her anger and Jack gave them an apologetic smile.

He dodged the hand that shot out of nowhere. "What I mean is," he paused, dodging another flying palm, "yer not like them and ye just look so," he hesitated and cringed, waiting for the stinging slap which had not come yet, "lovely," he finished bravely.

Ana sighed in frustration; her expression was still angry. He brushed a piece of hair from her cheek and gave her a hopeful smile. Ana knew if she stayed a moment longer she would give in to his charms and be putty in his calloused hands. She turned on her heel again and marched up the stairs, headed to the far west wing, him following at her heels. She turned down the hall, pushing a maid out of her way as she opened the door Elizabeth had told her she was to stay in. "Ana, love don't be angry. Talk to me," Jack said imploringly, his eyes taking on the 'lost puppy' expression.

Ana was not moved and shut the door in his face. He heard the lock click in place and resumed the position he had been the previous day. "Ana, open the blasted door!"

Ana breezed through her room. She threw open the windows and tried to ignore his calls. "Go away, Sparrow," she yelled sharply.

Jack leaned his forehead against the cool wood door. "I ain't leavin' until ye," he hesitated. What did he want her to do? He blinked, coming up with the thing that crossed his mind, "tell me what Elizabeth said that was so important."

Ana let out a frustrated huff; this man was insufferable. He'd chased her all the way up the stairs and was shouting so the whole house could hear so he could know what she'd barely mentioned in the first place? "What? No! It ain't important, just let me be, Captain Sparrow."

Jack winced through the wooden barrier. After all her fighting against the title, now that she finally said it, it brought him no joy. "Ana, I'm warning ye!"

"Warning me with what?" He heard her laugh bitterly, and suddenly Jack decided that he wanted in that room.

"Ana, if ye don't open this door, I'll hafta--" he bellowed, then paused, not knowing what he'd have to do. He looked down and saw both his pistols secure in his belt. "Shoot the blasted lock!" He fumbled to get it out of his belt, knowing that this was not a rash thing to do. But, he was not a rash man.

Ana jumped to the right of the door instinctively. If he was daft enough to do this, then she certainly didn't want to be in the way of the bullet. "What! Jack Sparrow if ye dare to-"

BANG.

Servants screamed around him and Jack glance around sheepishly. "It's okay!" he yelled, "It was stuck!" The servants looked slightly calmer and Jack shook his head. Oh well. He kicked at the door in an attempt to make it swing outward, something he'd always wanted to try. It didn't budge. He tried once more for good measure: still nothing. He shoved it with both hands. Nope. Finally he rolled his eyes, turned the mangled handle and pulled the door towards him open it-

To come face to face with Ana's sword at the tip of his nose, "Jack Sparrow ye are the daftest man I've ever met. Yer destroying the house!"

Jack flicked the blade down with his finger. "Ana, put that away."

"Don't try my patience, Jack. It's already worn out." The blade replaced itself at his throat.

Jack ran his fingers along the blade. "Do you really want to start this, love?"

"I'm not a whore," she gritted his teeth. "I may have been one man's whore, but I'm not open for all of Tortuga. If ye can't get that through yer thick skull, then I might as well fight ye."

Jack sighed like this was all terribly boring to him, "If you insist." He drew his sword and set up before her, "But yer going to have an awful time in that fine dress."

Ana let out a shriek of frustration, attacking first. He parried the attack, blocking high as she kept at her precise blows. Jack lunged back, and she blocked him easily, gown or not. They kept at it for several minutes, swords clanging and eyes never leaving the others'. Ana's flashed angrily while Jack's appeared somewhat amused. Jack noticed suddenly that the neckline of her dress had slipped downward to reveal a rather full bodice.

Ana knocked Jack's sword out of his hand as she noticed his attention wavering. Jack held up one hand in a gesture of surrender; the other swept behind him onto a desk and grabbed an enormous lead candlestick. He warded off several blows with this, until he caught it just right and the sword reeled back with a resounding clang. Ana knew there must be a notch in the blade and hesitated for only the slightest moment. It was enough and Jack knocked the sword out of her hand with one swipe. She lunged towards his sword, but dropped the candlestick at the last minute just before her outstretched hand, causing her to jerk it back. Jack grabbed his own sword which had stuck into an upholstered chair. Moving to rise from the floor, Ana felt his sword tip brush back a stray lock of hair from her face.

She rose slowly, hands splayed in a gesture of helplessness. Her eyes were spitting fire. Jack looked smugly at her. "What did I tell ye, love? I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." Ana made no reaction, knowing that was what he wanted. Jack chucked. "Come on, love. Don't be bitter." Ana all but spat in his face.

Jack sighed heavily. "Now, tell me what it is that ye have so brilliantly discovered." He flicked his sword closer and leaned in, lips so close that she could feel his warm breath. "Or I might have to resort to other methods, savvy?"

Ana gulped. She knew herself well and knew that if he started kissing her there might be no way she could stop herself. She squeezed her eyes shut and finally said expressionlessly, "Lord Charles Adler. He never sent anyone after me before. Last April over by Puerto Rico we ripped off some traders and one of 'em looking bloody familar. He thought I was dead before, and must 'ave seen me."

"Oh," Jack said for lack of any other intelligent comment. He heard her sigh angrily and he cocked his head at her, eyes softening. "I know yer not a whore." At the daggers she shot at him, he winced. "As me honor as a pirate, love, I don't see ye as one. Yer my first mate-" he paused, knowing he was going to say something wrong, "And me friend, and a bloody amazin' woman."

Ana did not smile, but her expression softened somewhat, and she managed to nod. Jack lowered his sword, looking relieved. Out of nowhere, her hand shot out and slapped the fading red mark on his cheek. "In case ye ever forget it," she told him seriously as he gaped at her.

Rubbing his cheek, Jack nodded like a child, his expression looking somewhat downtrodden. After his-well, kind of apology he hadn't expected that. Ana sighed, feeling somewhat guilty.

Bloody pirate.

She rose on her tiptoes and took his face in her hands, blowing gently on the innocent place where she had just harmed. Keeping her hands firmly on either side of his dark locks so he couldn't discreetly turn his head at the last second, she kissed the rouging spot.

She meant to step back, but his sword clanged to the floor and his hands wrapped around her wrists, keeping them firmly in place. He gently kissed both of her cheeks and gently brushed his lips over hers once. Then, feeling as if that was enough of that considering the previous context, he slid his hands down her arms to wrap around her back and shoulders, one hand cradling her head to his chest. Ana's arms instinctively came down, one to rest on his shoulder and the other slipping around his waist. She closed her eyes, hearing the soothing rhythm of his heart against her ear.

Jack inhaled her hair, knowing that he'd miss her when and that he most likely wasn't doing the right thing leaving her here alone. She was safer here than aboard the Pearl, he reminded himself. Jack pressed his lips against the top of her head, committing the warm feeling flooding him to memory. He would need to be able to remember this on those late wakeful nights aboard the Pearl; it had become like tradition that he and Ana, both sleepless, would talk for hours and stare at the stars and the rolling ocean until the lullaby finally lulled both to sleep. Ana sighed contentedly, and Jack heaved one of his own a moment later.

She heard it before Jack did. A heavy footstep and the whir of a sword blade. She broke away and both froze. Ana had Jack's other gun drawn and cocked in seconds.

"Jack! What are you bloody doing to Eliz-"