Sorry if this chapter gets a bit catty, but I just had to put in a turning point where certain characters actually interact with others. Replies are at the end of the chapter, and please review if you're reading- one line-ers are more than welcome!

Anyways, really sorry.

Lets see… on with the story!

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Meryl stood in the confessional line, glancing around nervously, her hand gripping the hilt of her sword underneath her petticoats. She had to admit that this was Jack's most brilliant idea yet. He was taking a long time. How long does it take to jam a gun at an old man's head and tell him to follow you?

The confessional door clamoured open. The old priest stepped out nervously, Jack walking close behind him. He winked at Meryl as he passed. She ducked out of line and slotted in behind her captain, sword still gripped in her hand.

The three of them walked out of the old stone church and down to the waterfront. Meryl noticed out of the corner of her eye that Jack was still discreetly gripping his gun. She smiled, mildly amused at the fear that was plainly visible in the old priest's eyes.

They boarded the Imprintor and left port almost immediately. Meryl turned to the poor man who stood cowering by the railing. "Welcome aboard, Padre."

"Father." He corrected harshly. "The Spanish are called Padre. I am Welsh."

"Alright, then, father," Jack sighed. "Let's get this over with. Emmaleanna!" His sister emerged from below with her fiancé. They both knelt solemnly before the priest (who was being held at gunpoint by the crew) and the ceremony began.

Meryl stood and looked on with the rest of the crew. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jack leave and disappear below decks, the weight of contempt in his stride. She paused, and then discretely slunk after him, not wanting to seem rude but curios about her captain.

She found him in his cabin. Alone. Doing absolutely nothing.

"Hell of a pretty occasion up there, Jack." She said. "Shame you cant be present."

He groaned. "Meryl, luv, you don't actually expect me to stand there and watch, now do you?"

She took a few steps towards him, her hands moving to massage his neck. "Well, your sister might."

Jack grimaced. "Don't remind me." He looked at her a moment, as if considering his actions, then grabbed her wrists and kissed her with such lust that for a moment she felt paralysed. His tongue slid into her mouth and toyed with hers. They fell backwards onto his bed. Meryl moaned as he began to suck and tease the skin on her neck, but when he reached to unlace her dress, she stopped him.

"What's wrong, luv?"

"Jack," She rolled off of him and attempted to catch her breath. "I don't want to do this anymore- I'm scared I'll end up in a fix." She paused to re-adjust the neckline of her dress.

He frowned. "That's what this is about?" He got to his feet and strode towards her, sliding his arms around her waist tenderly. "I wont let that happen to you, Meryl."

She kissed him playfully, sliding her tongue around his mouth teasingly and then pulling away just as he began to respond. "You may have kidnapped one of God's men, Jack, but you're not God."

He frowned jokingly. "I'm not?"

Meryl laughed. "Lets not get ahead of ourselves here, Jack." Their lips met briefly.

"Why not, luv?"

"Because," She turned her head to dodge another kiss.. His lips caressed her neck and shoulders. She stifled a moan of pleasure and continued. "I don't think I could… stop that!"

"Not many people can." He mumbled.

"No, I mean stop that!" She pulled herself out of his clutches indignantly.

"Why?"

"Ja-ack!"

"Mmmm?"

She groaned. "Don't do this to me."

He kissed her again, harder and longer. "You want me to, luv. I can feel it- you're trembling."

The stairway creaked. "Jack, that's probably Morgan." They both drew apart and unsheathed their swords as Morgan entered. Jack smiled at her and re-sheathed as quickly as he'd drawn and strode over to cradle his love in his arms.

She smiled and kissed him a little coldly. "Emmaleanna says for you to go back out on deck, Jack." He nodded and left the room. Morgan waited until the door was securely shut before turning an icy glare towards Meryl. "I've got your game here."

Meryl raised her eyebrows. "Huh?"

"I've seen the way you look at him." She said coldly. "I'll tell you something, Meryl Volleys, you might be good with a sword, but I'm the one with the gun here." She fumbled at something concealed under her petticoats, which Meryl took to be the above mentioned weapon.

"Excuse me?" Meryl said indignantly. "Are you threatening me?"

"I threw my life away for Jack!" Morgan glared at her angrily. "I'll kill for him if I have to."

Meryl looked at the girl who stood beside her, her expression somewhere between pity and disgust. "Lady Morgan Land, if you please, I've had more than my share of chances with Jack. If I wanted him, I'd have had him by now."

Morgan paused to leave, then turned to Meryl and said. "I don't want you alone with him again." In a few quick, echoing steps and a swing of the door, she was gone.

Meryl stared after her, completely taken aback by her forwardness. Her confusion soon morphed itself into anger. "You forget one thing, Lady Land," She yelled to the emptiness that surrounded her. "I've had him before! I'll have him again if I want!" Her voice echoed a little and was swallowed up by the bowls of the ship.

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Review Replies:

Erin Richards-

Yay! Glad you liked the priest thingy- I thought it was a little quirky, just like Jack would be. My stories are so blasphemous, which is kind of weird for me since I am considerably religious… oh well, if I cant do certain things for real, I'll live through my stories. *pauses to consider* Actually, that's a bit stupid, really. I'm going to read Love My Way now. Thanks for reviewing!

PLEASE REVIEW! ONE LINE-ERS OR ANYTHING, CRITICISM, WHATEVER. ANY REVIEW IS GOOD!

-SQ