A/N: I wonder how much it would cost to buy Pirates of the Caribbean?

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(A/N: I'm gonna skip the whole part where Jack explains to Gibbs about Will and everything because I'm too lazy. *sheepish grin*)

"Well, that's settled then. Time for more rum!" Jack exclaimed.

"Sorry mates, I have to go look for yer crew. 'Twill probably prove difficult," Gibbs declined, and left the tavern, waving farewell. Now I had time to talk to Jack alone.

"You're going to use Will?" I whispered.

"Aye. That's what I said isn't it?"

"'Tis. Will he die in the process?"

"Most likely."

"Oh. That's good." We exchanged grins. Jack leaned toward me.

"Now love, time for you to hold up your end of the bargain."

"Hehe," I laughed nervously. "Now? In here?" Jack nodded.

"Couldn't we rent a room?" I suggested.

"We *could*. Would ye like that?" he said suggestively. 'Pervert!' I thought.

"I didn't mean it like that!" I snapped, outraged. "You insufferable bilgerat!"

"Aw, come on love. You know you want to." He waggled his eyebrows.

"Damn it Jack! Now ye've made me mad. I ain't telling you."

"Calm yourself, missy. It was all in jest."

"It isn't funny." I glared daggers at him. I was not in the mood for his idea of 'jest', especially when I was about to tell him a major part of my past. The reason why I had no ship. I sighed heavily, and exhaustion washed over me suddenly. "I need another drink. I haven't had enough rum to tell you just yet," I snipped and strolled out of the back room into the noisy brawl of the tavern. Will was still standing outside.

"Want any rum yet?" I asked. He gave me a strange look. 'Well, it beats his usual nasty one,' I thought. His expression changed to one of resignation.

"Maybe a little," he replied.

"Ah, great!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands together gleefully. "Maybe you aren't a eunuch after all."

"He has yet to prove that," Jack drawled from his seat.

I smiled evilly at Will. "Very true. We'll just have to see."

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"88 bottles of rum on the wall! 88 bottles of rum! Take one down and pass it around, 87 bottles of rum on the wall!" Will bellowed.

"Gah! Make him stop!" Jack yelled over Will's *extremely* bad singing voice. I covered my ears with my hands.

"Maybe the rum was a bad idea!" I shouted back.

"He only had two!"

"Must shut him up," I muttered. Will was now twirling around with a pint in his hand. His third pint. I snatched it out of his hand.

"Hey! What'd ya do that for?" he slurred.

"No more rum for you Will," I told him. He frowned and made to snatch the rum back from me. I held it out of his reach. "Uh, Jack! A little help here!" I called.

Jack grinned cheekily. "You seem to have it under control, love. Besides, you haven't held up your end of the bargain yet." I growled under my breath.

"Fine," I retorted, and turned back to Will, who was looking sullenly at the rum in my hand. "Why don't you keep singing your song?" I suggested. Will's face lit up, and he smiled broadly.

"87 bottles of-"

"Alright! Alright!" Jack shouted. The whole tavern fell silent. Jack waved at everyone. "Sorry mates, you may continue." The tavern was soon roaring again.

"Ah yes. Thank you dear William. You've proved somewhat useful for once," I simpered. "Now, Jack, would you be so kind as to rent us some rooms."

"Therein lies the problem, love. I've no more money."

"What?" I asked incredulously, glancing at Will who was now talking to some invisible friend of his. "I only have a 6 shillings left. Does Will have any money?" We turned to look at Will, who had stopped babbling and was now staring into space, clearly in a drunken stupor.

"Will, lad, do you have any money?" asked Jack.

No response. Jack cleared his throat loudly and tried again. "Will!" he said loudly. Will snapped to attention, and regarded Jack suspiciously.

"Who're you?" he demanded, a confused look on his face. He squinted. "Ah! A pirate!" he screamed shrilly, turned as white as a sheet, and passed out. Jack and I looked at each other.

"Bloody fucking hell," I sighed. "It's going to be a *long* night."

Jack was chuckling softly to himself. "Ye know, yer kind of cute when yer angry," he commented.

"Really?" I asked sarcastically, and ambled over to where he was, so that we were nose to nose. I slapped him hard, his head snapping back. Smirking, I watched him rub his cheek. "Don't *ever* call me cute," I warned, and stalked off, leaving Jack to attend to Will.

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"How much are the rooms?" I asked the man behind the desk. He looked up from his work and blinked stupidly, then looked me up and down before his eyes settled on my chest. I cleared my throat. "Ahem. I'm up *here*, thank you very much," I huffed. His eyes snapped up to my face. He smiled unpleasantly.

"What did ye say lassie?" he asked gruffly.

"How *much* are the *rooms*?" I asked again, this time impatiently.

"Ah yes. They be 4 shillings," he replied. 'Damn...this is NOT good.'

"I have six shillings," I told him. "But I need two rooms, savvy?"

"Aye. But you need eight shillings for two rooms, and that you don't have."

"Please?"

"It's money or-" he trailed off, then licked his lips. "Your services."

'Eeeeewww!' I took a step back. "Let me think...NO!" I snarled, repulsed by his offer. 'I should have known,' I thought bitterly. 'All men are the same.'

"Fine," he replied, looking taken aback. "Is there anything you *do* want?" I could tell he really wanted me to leave him alone now.

"Aye. One room please." I handed over the four shillings and took the key he gave me. I was careful to avoid any physical contact, lest I retch all over the floor in disgust. (A/N: I know, I know. BAD mental images. Ewww...) I hurried off back into the main tavern as quickly as I could, and found Jack trying to revive Will.

"No use," I commented. "He's out for the night."

"Aye. That'll be one hell of a head ache tomorrow. What I don't get is that he didn't even drink that much," Jack replied. He shrugged. "We'll have to drag him."

"Sounds like fun," I moaned. "Which reminds me, I could only get one room."

"One room? We'll have some fun tonight, love," Jack said, grinning.

"That's what *you* think," I replied. "Let's just get him upstairs."

Jack and I each took and arm and pulled Will up the stairs. His head "accidentally" banged the step a few times, and we dropped him a few times from "physical exhaustion". It took about twenty minutes to get him to the room. We shoved him in the corner, and stood for a moment surveying the room.

It was plain. There was a bed on one side with a night stand and oil lamp beside it. On the other was was a bureau and a mirror. In the corner opposite Will, there was a bathing basin, a bar of soap, and a towel draped over it, and a chair next to the basin. A few shabby looking paintings hung on the walls, and a small window overlooked a dingy-looking alleyway.

"Lovely place, this is," Jack commented after finishing his view of the room. I nodded.

"I get the bed!" I announced, and flung myself face-first on it. I flipped over and put my hands behind my head. "You get the chair," I said. "Or would you rather sleep on the floor?" Jack grumbled something incoherent. "What?" I asked.

"I'm not sleeping in that chair or on the floor. We're *sharing* the bed," he said. I blew one of my blonde cornrows out of my face.

"No, we aren't."

"Aye."

"Nay."

"Aye."

"Nay."

"Fine then. I'll sit on ye," Jack threatened.

"You wouldn't!" I gasped.

"Oh, but I would." He leaped onto the bed and landed on top of me, and then rolled over onto his stomach so that he could see my face. He had me pinned to the bed, with nowhere to look but at him. 'This is *not* good,' I thought, panicking slightly. "I think I like this position," Jack remarked, grinning slightly.

'Wow. I didn't know his eyes were so...beautiful,' I thought. They truly were: dark brown and intelligent, and, at the moment, filled with mischief and.... lust? 'What the hell?!' I regained my senses then. "Get off me!" I snapped, trying to squirm out from under him. He wouldn't budge.

"I'm quite comfortable thank you very much," he drawled.

"Dammit Jack! This isn't funny!" I yelled, and with as much strength as I could, managed to push him off. Actually, he rolled off, and hit the floor with a thud. I sprang out of the bed and had my cutlass at his throat before he could so much as move. He smiled weakly at me. "If you *ever* do that again, I'll kill ye. Do NOT touch me, savvy?"

"Aye, love. Now, could you let me up?"

I sheathed my sword and sat back down on the bed. Jack shot me one last pleading look. "The chair, Jack. Now," I growled. Sighing, he sunk heavily into it.

"You win," he said, and tipped his hat over his eyes. Satisfied that he wouldn't try anything else, I blew out the lamp and settled in to the bed and thought about my reaction to Jack. 'That's never happened before. And I don't think I like it. At all.' I was confused. 'Must be lust,' I summed up finally. My mind somewhat at ease, I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

TBC

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A/N: Woo hoo! I *finally* updated!! It's a bit longer then the previous chapters, which I hope is a good thing. I'm worried that Jack is a bit OOC. If this chappie is totally horrible I'll rewrite it. Also, if anyone wants to be my beta reader let me know in a review or email. I definitely need the help. -_-
Now, on to review replies! Y'all get rum this time!

I lOvE cHeRrIeS yUm- Yes, it is a great ride. I also rode it before it came out. Thanks so much for the review! Here's yer rum mate!

Jessi Lupin- You reviewed twice! Thanks so much! I look forward to helping you with your new story. -_- Thankies again for the long reviews!
Rachel: Yeah, she loves long reviews. Jumped around like a maniac.
Jack: Aye, it was kind of scary.
Me: Shut up you two. *to Jessi* Here's yer rum mate! :^P

CentrefoldPirate- The spell check on Word says that 'proliferous' is not a real word. According to dictionary.com , the definition is "Freely producing buds or offshoots, especially from unusual places, as shoots from flowers or fruits from fruits." *shrugs* I have NO idea how that fits in. Oh well, here's yer rum. And thanks for the review!

Vyerna Malice- Yeah, it is kinda mary-sueish, but I'm glad you still like it. Thanks for the review. I think your story really cool and not Mary-Sue in the least. Here's yer rum!
Rachel: I am NOT a Mary Sue. *glares*
Me: Get over yerself.

San San As Herself- Aww, I hope ye get better. actually, you probably are better. I just haven't updated in for freakin ever! *looks guilty* Maybe the rum'll make ye feel better!

PepaMynt- *blushes* You are TOO kind! Thanks soo much for the nice review. I'm glad my bribes are working! Here's yer rum, and I'm glad you like the story. And feel free to review again!

emeraldmedallion-Thanks for the review mate! Here's some rum! Now go get drunk! Hehe. And Orlando was awesome!

Well, that's it folks! Keep up with the reviewing! I'll give ye POTC snowglobe thingies! *grins* Or some more rum, whichever ya want.

Until next time,

~TheSiriusSparrow~