After dressing, Cordelia met Jack on the deck of The Pearl.  She had a cutlass on her waist and was trying to prepare herself for whatever may happen when they walked into town.

Jack took Cordelia's hand in his and looked her in the eye.  "Since the crew's already in town, we're on our own.  Yer not t' leave me side, now matter what, savvy?"  Cordelia nodded.  "For all anyone knows, Barbossa might not be here at all.  I haven't heard a thing about 'im since jus' after…the curse was lifted.  'E was a bit miffed tha' I killed 'is dad.  Seems tha' 'e was a 'legitimate' child an' wanted t' follow in dear ol' dad's footsteps.  Seein' as I killed said father, little Barbossa has somethin' against me, but has ne'er had the guts t' do anythin' about it."

"Do you think this time will be any different?" Cordelia asked softly.

Jack smiled.  "No one with the name Barbossa's gonna put an' end t' Jack Sparrow, love."  Cordelia forced a smile in return.  "Ready then?"

"As I'll ever be."  Cordelia and Jack left The Pearl and made their way into Lyon's busy streets. 

Lyon was a bit of a cross between Port Royal and Tortuga.  It was a beautiful port in the daytime, but a soon as the sun set, violence and drunkenness were in abundance.  Being day at the moment, Cordelia wasn't as uncomfortable as she could have been.  If it weren't for the fact that someone could have been out for Jack's blood at any moment, she would have enjoyed the town immensely.

Jack aimlessly roamed the streets, Cordelia never out of his line of sight.  He spotted no crew, neither his nor Barbossa's, and no signs of Barbossa himself.  I'm sure Ana saw something…maybe they've turned in until nightfall…  After checking in a few more places, Jack smiled and said, "No immediate threats, love.  How 'bout some grub?"

"Sure."

Jack and Cordelia went into a tavern called "The Deep Well."  It was moderately crowded, but still had plenty of room.  Jack ordered food and drink for the both of them and then found a table in the back corner where they could talk.

Jack's dark eyes sparkled in the dim light as he spoke.  "Cordy, I need t' get t' the things tha' I said could wait before."

Cordelia waved her hand dismissively.  "Jack, there are more important things to be worried about right now and…"

"No, there aren', love.  Wha' if I die tonight an' didn' tell ye any o'…"

"Jack, why would you put that thought into my head?"

Jack took Cordelia's hand.  "T' make ye understand tha' things can' always wait.  In this kind o' life, ye need t' say wha's on yer mind as soon as ye think of it.  If ye don', ye may ne'er say it at all."

Cordelia's eyes watered, but she didn't let any tears fall.  "What do you want to say to me?"

"I feel a bit daft sayin' any o' this, Cordy.  I…I feel like I'm Will – but it's clear that I'm no eunuch."  Cordelia laughed.  "Thing is, love, I ne'er cared about a woman before, well, not like I care about ye.  Yer a rare lass an'…"

"Rare?" Cordelia interrupted.

"Yeah," Jack said, smiling.  "Aside from how I found ye, yer someone who can' take care o' herself, but yer not one o' those emotionless bein's either.  Yer a mix o' everythin' an'…"  Jack shook his head.  "I'm not making a bit o' sense am I?"

Cordelia smiled.  "I have a vague idea of what you mean, Jack.  You can, um, move on if you were planning too."

"Aye, I was.  I love the sea, I love me ship, an' tha's all I ever planned on lovin'.  I don' know why I found ye in Tortuga.  I don' know why I wasn' me usual philanderin' self with ye – not tha' I regret anythin' in the least – an'…an'…ye know, this would be easier if I had a bottle o' rum in me hand…"

"Why are you acting so nervous with me, Jack?" Cordelia asked.

"I haven' the foggiest, love."

Cordelia placed her hands on the side of Jack's face and kissed him deeply.  She felt Jack's body, as well as her own, relax as the kiss lingered.  Cordelia forced herself to pull away and said, "Better?"

"Much."

Jack continued talking, Cordelia continued to try and understand what he was saying, and the couple continued being watched by a man on the other side of the tavern.  Tha' can' be 'er…Looks so much like 'er though…Cap'n…I gotta tell 'im.  Either way, Sparrow's 'ere…