Disclaimers- I don't own any of the characters that don't belong to me. (yeh cause that makes sense)

Warnings- There's some swearing and kinda a lot of innuendo which was not my fault honestly it was all Jack, the whore was just meant to sit on his knee that was all but he kept on going on and on about what he wanted to do to her. Well lets just say this is the edited version. And then there's Sands who should come with a warning of his own.

A/n- Thanks to lindoriel, my new reviewer I was very happy to see that you finally reviewed please do so again, often cus I love reviews.

On with the story...

Last time...

"HELLO? Don't freak out on me sugarbutt, you were in your own world of vengeance and pain. Could you just try to stick to the plot? I want you to go to the bar and get us a refill (turning to Jack) Captain you want more rum?" Jack delighted that someone called him Captain without being reminded and that someone is offering him free rum gratefully accepts, leaving me to go to the bar and get it.

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Making my way to the bar I take several deep calming breaths, which for the interest of anyone who cares, were not working.

I walk around wet sticky tables and comatose pirates. Well, I think laughing to myself, at least it isn't comatose tables and wet, sticky pirates, okay that wasn't funny and didn't even make any sense, how can you get a comatose table?... Right then, I need more rum.

I spare a glance at the round table they're all playing poker at. One of the anonymous pirates has just lost his hand and is shouting at Jack who in turn is grinning like the proverbial cat that got the cream, or well in Jacks case the pirate that got the gold.

I see Sands completely ignoring me and I feel the anger welling up inside me again but I push it away. It won't do anyone any good to get angry this early on in the game so, I'll just take what ever he has to dish out now, and wait for the opportune moment to really get him back (I just used a Jack line, how cool is that?)

Finally upon arriving at my destination, I put my hands on the knife scored and chipped wooden bar as I look to the barman,

"Wha'll it be Lass?" he says while cleaning a mug with a really dirty rag, by the sound of his voice and his sluggish manner, he has to be drunk. But his drunken slur is definitely Scottish, I smile despite myself cause it is good to hear a familiar accent. I look up at him he has to be in his late twenties early thirties longish blonde hair and brown eyes, he's kinda cute but not really my type.

"Three jugs o' rum. Mate," I hold up three fingers to illustrate my point.

"Ye'll be a wantin wha?" thinking that he's misheard me. I repeat my earlier statement using a tone similar to the one Jack used on the drunken pirate, and pausing in-between words.

"Three. Jugs. O'. Rum. Mate," he looks at me like I've grown another head I look around to see if I had cause you never know, but alas nope, no other head.

Getting angry again cause this man is not giving me my much needed rum and my tempers already not at its best. I'm about to tell him to just give me the fucking rum but before I can he speaks.

"Bu, bu, but yer only a wee thing, lass an ye'll be a wantin three jugs o' rum?" He stutters out, the concern clear in his voice. I try to be angry with him but I can't realising his mistake, even if it was a really stupid one, I correct him,

"There not ALL for me mate; I'm sitting o'er there with my "friend" and Captain Sparrow." I nod my head in there general direction and the barkeep nods in understanding then looks at me like he's just recognised me.

"Ah, twas you that was in a tha' wee scuffle wi Michael earlier on, ah didin' recognise yeh wi yer jacket on," I look for any sign of mockery in his words and face, but find none.

"Aye well it was kinda cold with out it," I smile as I talk, I really like this guy and not just because he cause he called me a "wee thing"... well that did help. He smiles too, and shakes his head, his blond hair falling into his eyes, he brushes it away with his hand.

"So that'll be three rums then (he holds up three fingers, taking the piss out of my earlier action I think he's sobering up). So yur keeping company wi the infamous Capin Jack Sparrow?" He asks while pouring the rum.

"Aye, or well not quite but we are playing poker wi 'im. Why do ye ask?" he hands me the jugs which I gratefully accept, pick one up and drink from it. Ah, it's good to have rum.

"Good, once yer friend has los' his money leave. You stay away from Jack sparrow, yeh hear me lass he's no good." his voice once again laced with concern. Eh? What the feck is that supposed to mean?

"From the stories I always assumed tha' Sparrow was a good man, or at the very least no a bad one," letting my confusion show in my voice.

"Aye, he be a good man and an even better pirate, but tha' dos'neh mean that he's not a bit loose when it comes te female company. Tha' man has got half o' the whores in Tortuga after 'im, an the other half wantin to kill 'im, savvy?"

Ah, so now I understand where he's coming from, he just wants to warn me, that's kinda sweet, but I still don't quite get it.

Frowning I say,

"So.... Jacks not... nice to women?" not believing the question coming out of my mouth but not quite sure of the answer.

"Nay lass, Jack likes women an tha's his problem its like this. Jack sees all women as accessible, be they whore, wench or lady. He uses 'is charm, wit an' cunnin te bed them. Then once 'ees 'ad them he kinda just forgets about them very rarely goes back te 'em again. Just the way it is lass, the man loves 'is ship an' nuttin else. Couldn't tell ye how many whores an' wenches I've 'ad in 'ere crying their hearts out o'er him, an' it takes a lot to make a whore cry."

Wow, Jack sure does break a lot o' hearts, but I pretty much figure that I'm safe, no chance of me falling in love with Jack Sparrow. I know your all thinking, yeh right but I'm not about to fall in love with him and I'm sure as hell not about to fall for Sands, I might kill them both but my heart is safe.

"Thanks for the warning... by the way what is your name?" feeling silly that I hadn't asked before now

"Steven, and yours lass?" he says while filling up my already half drunk mug.

"Linz, but Steven why warn me about Jack surely you don't warn every lass he's with? What makes me so special?" I ask feeling a wee bit self conscious.

"No, Jack would have me 'ed if he knew I was warnin women off 'im. Then I'd lose me best customer. But lass, we come from the same place so we do. It's been so long since I 'eard a decent Scotts accent specially one from such a pretty face, an I couldn't stand by and watch one of me own get hurt now could I? Now run along back to the table, the rums on the house. I'll keep an eye on ye, an if ye ever need anything come strait here, an I'll do me best te fix ye up. I'll see ye later lass." and with that he winked at me and went to serve someone else.

I grab the jugs and make my way to the table and take my seat between the two Johnny Depps. The pirate from earlier who was shouting has left the table, whether it from lack of gold or suspecting Jack from cheating I don't think I'll ever know or really care. As I sit the jugs down and pass them out I briefly wonder whether I should have spat in Sand's but figure that it would have been childish and that I so should have done it. Oh well maybe next time.

"Took your time." Sands remarked as he looks suspiciously at his rum apparently he had the same thought that I had. With a smile I say

"It took me a while to remember where I put the arsenic." Jack, who had been in the middle of a big long drink of rum, on hearing this spits it all out onto Gibbs who wakes up from his stupor long enough to curse Jack for breathing and then quickly falls back to sleep. Jack who ignores him completely just looks at me wide eyed.

"Not for you, for him (I nod my head in Sands direction) he drank the last o' me rum!" Jack understands this and goes back to drinking though somewhat more warily this time. Sands with one more suspicious glance at his rum swaps it with the one that I'm drinking.

"What is it with you and drinking my drinks?" Not that I mind cause this one is full and the other one was half empty, or is it half full?

"They've been near your luscious full lips," He replies not even turning away from his cards to speak, but that's okay cause I wasn't expecting an answer. Laughing I say

"I think you've had enough to drink, mate."

And with that they went on with playing poker which was really boring when you knew that two of the three playing were cheating. For every three that Jack won Sands would win one then the other guy whose name I found out was, Phillips would win if he was lucky which he was not often.

So much for creative sportsmanship Sands was losing the game keeping only enough to stay in the game, and with that thought I came to a silent realisation, Sands was hustling Jack and he was falling for it after that the game became more interesting.

Sands loses three games in a row to Jack, then Phillips wins one then, Sands wins two and proclaims that his luck must be in tonight as he's never won much at poker or had much talent for it. Never had a talent my arse, his lies are so believable that I, who know he's cheating, almost believe him.

I watch both him and Jack, and try as I might I can't figure out how they are cheating. I start to hum the tune to Jay-Z's "hustler baby", Sands smiles despite himself and gives me a knowing glance.

A whore walks up and sits herself down on Jacks knee and starts to indecently stroke him,

"Are ye the great Capin' sparrah?" Jack looking somewhat suspicious and uncomfortable, no wonder considering where her hand is, answers her,

"Aye luv, an it seems te me tha' ye've got me at somewhat o' a disadvantage seen as how ye know who I am, but I don't have a clue who ye are, aye?" Jack being Jack is now the perfect picture of drunken comfort, and letting his hands roam to just as scandalous places as hers. She turns around to straddle him and he puts his hands now fully up her dress to do god knows what.

"Me name's Sandy and work was kinda slow t'night so Gisele told me where you were," Jack who was clearly enjoying himself under her dress stopped and made a face at the name of the other whore.

"Gisele? Yer not here to slap me are ye?" she fixed her position on Jack lap before saying huskily,

"Only if ye pay for it Capin.'" then she leans over and takes his hat off and sits it on the corner of the chair then leans into him placing his face right at her cleavage, she grabs his dreadlocked hair and pulls him up into a long, deep, probing kiss when all of a sudden she breaks it off with a moan, his hands having long since returned to their original purpose of which I'm not sure if I want to know but her reaction tells me that I might enjoy finding out. Briefly I wonder if both Johnny Depps are as talented. Bullet to the head, Bullet to the head, Bullet to the head, bullet to the head

I look to Sands, who is shuffling the cards, and I try to keep a strait look on my face. Sands, on the other hand is the picture of cool none of this is bothering him if it is he doesn't let on. He looks up and I mouth the word "Sandy" then raise my eyebrows suggestively. Much to my surprise he loses it, only for a second he bursts out laughing not the controlled, cold, mocking laugh but this was real, pure unadulterated Sands.

I have time to think, "it makes him look so much younger" before he gets it under control and says to Jack who was looking at him now totally oblivious to the whore on his "lap" (well at least it better be his lap)

"Are ye in or out this one captain?" Jack who has just realised that he's playing poker (and not poke... well golly I'll just stop that train of thought right there shall I)

"Aye I'm in, (then to the whore) not ere luv I'm kinda in' the middle o' somthin but it'll only take an hour or so, so I'll meet you then." he then proceeded to tell her where he was staying and where to meet him he even gave her a piece of gold to keep her busy until they met up. And with that she went on her merry way.

"How do you know she won't just take the gold and run?" He grins as only Jack Sparrow can, flashing his gold teeth as he does,

"Oh, she'll "come" alright or me names not Captain Jack Sparrow, an I can assure ye lass, it is."

I can't believe he just said that, and managed to look so sexy while doing it. He twirls his moustache into peaks and gives me a come hither look I raise an eyebrow pretending that he has no effect on me.

Hormones we have a problem and his name is Jack Sparrow. Bullet to the head... no wait that one won't work with Jack damm. I could always try, leave the next day, leave the next day, but that's the point of one night stands. Why does he have to be so sexy.

I was brought out of my rampant thoughts by another whore coming up to the table but instead of Jacks lap she sits on Sand's, which I find damm insulting due to the fact that he is obviously with me. I look to Sands and he's not exactly telling her where to go but looks as if he's going to pull a gun out and blow her brains across the poker table. We so don't have time for this.

Going into my left pocket and taking out my pistol, I smoothly pull it out and place against her temple. She freezes and her eyes find their way to mine.

"He's with me, if you don't get the fuck off him I'll blow yer fucking brains all o'er the table, savvy?" Sands eyes widen apparently surprised at the lack of emotion in my voice. Well that makes two of us. I feel myself go cold and empty I wonder if this is how Cat feels.

The whore just nods slowly and backs off, leaving the table and Sands alone. I watch her leave before putting the gun away and turning back to everyone. Phillips is concentrating on his cards and completely ignoring the exchange. Sands has also went back to scrutinizing his cards.

But Jack is looking at me almost in a fascinated way, the way a predator may look at another animal trying to figure out if it is a threat or pray. Wondering if it would taste good, oh I hope he's not wondering that. I give him a shy smile and down my rum and slam the empty jug on the table.

"Some lass ye got there." Sands looks up from his cards a slightly puzzled look on his face.

"Oh, she's not mine." That was insulting, I was just disowned by the only other crazy person at the table (apart from Jack and Gibbs). Jack sat back playing with his beard braids an amused look on his face kinda like he's pondering somthing.

"Well mate, I wouldn't make that common knowledge. Round ere women are nothin but property, (he gestures with his hands as he elaborates) someone's wife, daughter, mother, whore, wench, sister. Round ere its likely to be more than two o' these things. The ones that are by themsell' get taken quickly, savvy?" Again with Jack and his double meanings but if he thinks that I can't take care of myself.

"I can take care..." He holds a hand up to stop me speaking.

"Ah know tha' luv, and a don't doubt tha' ye could take on two or three, four even, if you can use tha' sword, but the thing is that pirates don' travel in two's or three's, luv they go in groups o' ten or twelve. Ah just don' want te see ye hurt, yer a pretty temptin wee thing a wouldn't mind having meself, so I'm just sayin to keep a sharp eye. Only friendly advice, do with what you will" After he's finished speaking he looks at me once more to make sure that I've understood his point before turning back to the game, the thought of being cornered by twelve pirates was down right terrifying, as I think it should be. Sands is giving me a strange look that I can't quite decipher.

I don't have much time to ponder his look or anything that Jack said because I see a girl in the corner looking at us that has to be Jane Wood the description fits her perfectly. She starts to make her way over to us.

"I'm going to the bar does anyone want anything?" they all shake their heads in negative which is good as I'm already moving to intercept Miss Wood.

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A/n- I think that's my longest chapter yet. Please review cause I would like feedback I want to know if I'm keeping them all in character. The next chapter we will meet that Jane Bitch and we will find out what Cash and Cat have been up to which to be honest isn't much.