Disclaimer: *other authoress ponders* Well…if we were to conjure up a key… then maybe we could get some weapons or something and take over the ship…

*rolls her eyes* We don't need to take over the ship, just capture Jack and subdue him! Once we have Captain Jack Sparrow as our hostage, who can stop us? Well, on the Pearl at least…

*claps* Brilliant!

*looks to the laptop*

*notices this* It's a Dell! Isn't it so awesome? *beams*

*sighs and pulls out her own laptop, mumbling to herself* The people I deal with…have to do everything myself.

Authors Note: Sorry to worry so many of you with the last chapter…I really didn't mean to make Jack look like that. Though I'm surprised so many of you told Kendra to go for it…when that would mean 30ish Jack would be kissing 13-15 year old "Pierre"… *cringes* Slightly strange that Kendra didn't think of it like that. Anyways…hope you enjoy!

Four-Sided Eyes

(a.k.a. Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the fangirl)

Chapter 25: Humanity

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(Jack's POV…)

This was too much fun.

Well, more fun than I should be having at the girl's expense. But really, this little enigma is quite entertaining.

Am I being too rough on her?

She has been unconscious for three days.

Wait a moment…

I am going soft!

Must remedy that…

Immediately.

Poking fun at a young girl is perfectly acceptable, especially when she's been driving me up the wall. And lying to one's captain is certainly not an admirable trait.

She deserves to be punished. Is that so wrong?

No matter the answer, the way she was staring at my mouth made me want to do something…anything with this situation.

Pierre was unnerving me.

And Captain Jack Sparrow should not be unnerved.

I need to regain Pierre's attention.

So I asked in a seductive tone: "Why do you find my mouth so much more interesting than my eyes?"

Her eyes widened and her tension became more prevalent. But she didn't do anything more. Perhaps a bit more prodding is necessary to get her to break the growing tension.

"Did you want a kiss, love?"

She opened her mouth a bit and gasped for air. She was losing her nerve…the anxiety was quickly becoming palpable.

Finally…my charms were back in action.

Not that they weren't working before, just that to receive the desired effect another method had to be employed.

I'm Captain Jack Sparrow.

And I still have my touch.

I allowed a light chuckle to show itself, "I'll take that as a yes. Well, love, go ahead if you want. I'll not refuse a kiss."

Magic words…

Pierre's gaze shot up to mine and once again I was able to explore the fluid bronze and copper expanse within her eyes. Of course my expression fit the mood and I was proud to see a realization of my convincing gaze and sincere tone. Once more, I am the victor.

Nervously, Pierre licked her lips and my eyes darted down to follow the movement.

Really…what kind of a name is 'Pierre'?

I paused and listened to her rasping breath. I could feel the tautness in her restrained wrists and her general anxiety.

She's so tense she might actually answer a question truthfully.

"What's your real name, love?"

A shudder of…something…went through her body and a wave of horror flashed across her eyes. What could be so harmful in her name?

I made my smile as comforting as possible. "I won't tell anyone if you don't want, love. But you can at least tell the man that you're going to kiss your real name, can't you? I am your captain after all."

She swallowed hard and I could tell she was thinking this through. She opened her mouth again, but my door swung open and a gasp was heard.

Someone had opened my door and invaded…just at the wrong moment.

"Um…Cap'n Sparrow?"

It was a cabin boy, I think Wesley was his name.

Seeing as this situation couldn't appear any worse - I was the one leaning over my cabin boy and almost lip to lip with him - I let go of Pierre and stood, turning to face the intruder.

"Aye, Wesley?"

My assumption was correct. They always are.

Except when confirming Pierre's sex…

And when Pierre was lying to me….

"Well…the French woman keeps sayin' yer name and won't let anyone else come near 'er withou' makin' a fuss."

I nodded. "All right. I'll be out soon. Thank you, Wesley."

"Aye Cap'n," he took one more glance at Pierre and then at me, before stepping back and closing the door softly behind him.

This would definitely take some explaining.

"How much longer will I have to stay here, Cap'n?" she asked in a whisper.

"A day or so. Until I'm sure you're able to hold your legs. I'll send in some food." With a nod, I kept my back to Pierre and left the room, closing the door and breathing deeply.

From one woman to the next.

Perhaps this is why Gibbs always says that women onboard a ship are bad luck…

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(Kendra's POV…)

Cursed Sparrow…he's…he's toying with me! Offering to let me kiss him? Why would he even begin to think that I would want to do something that…that…

Desirable?

Here we go again…

My resolve melted and I was glad to be alone in the cursed man's cabin. Yes, I was in his bed, and had apparently been there for three days…but still!

Life is entirely unfair to me.

So, I was a bit rude to Janette…but she was testing me! I did go out on deck and fix the problem. I saved her neck…and in return I got tossed out to sea and my secret revealed.

How is that fair?

Or was justice simply having my ill will towards others - that appeared whenever appropriate, I assure you - return the favor now?

Either way…I can't wait until that food comes. I'm hungry.

Starving.

Ravenous.

Famished.

Feeling quite emaciated…

Any way you put it, I am quite ready to consume that food as soon as possible. And the sooner that I eat, the sooner I will be free of this wooden prison.

To think…a captain's cabin a prison for me…I always thought of a cabin as a place of refuge. Especially my own. But I suppose that Sparrow's cabin…that was a prison.

And what am I wearing? Sitting up and examining my attire, I frowned. Looks like one of Sparrow's shirts.

Cringing, I slid off the bed and hoped he hadn't been wearing this recently. I shivered a bit and was glad of my small size. The garment hung past my knees and the sleeves, well…they were very long.

After searching his cabin a bit I found my clothing - it appeared to be freshly laundered - and stumbled through changing. There was no need to go walking around lookin' like a sickly child.

He had asked me to kiss him…but why? He knows I'm a lass now…but surely he doesn't find me attractive. I'm constantly mistaken for a lad, and gossip and experiences with Janette would tell me that Sparrow was most definitely attracted to women, not lil' lads. And that's besides the fact that he would have just taken the kiss. A blush began to creep up my cheeks.

"My first kiss…" I mumbled.

Adjusting my belt I shuddered. There's no way I'm giving anything to Sparrow, let alone my first kiss. That's usually reserved for someone special…not that I happen to have anyone special…

Nor is it likely I will in the future.

Ever.

Closing my eyes momentarily, I let out a deep sigh and recomposed myself. I'd soon be showing myself to the crew after three days of being unconscious in Sparrow's cabin. Need to look as healthy as possible.

I may be a mere cabin lad, or lass if Sparrow told them, but I intend to keep up the proper image in the least.

There was a knock in the door and I stood tall. "Ye can enter."

I didn't so much watch the pirate that brought the tray of food in, as much as the tray of food itself. Wonderful, warm…food. Whoever the crew member was, he set the tray on Sparrow's table and left. I waited until the door closed and then rushed over to it, pulling off the lid and almost going to tears.

"Food…" the word rolled of my tongue without my command and then I ate to my heart's content.

After finishing that task I examined Sparrow's cabin one last time, then breathed deeply and started for the door. If Sparrow's so intent on having his cabin back…I'm not one to argue with him. I'd much rather get back to keeping up the scraps of my façade, not be locked in this room like some invalid. I'll have to take things easy for a bit, but I can't stay in here a moment longer.

Taking another breath I eased open the door and scanned my surroundings, blinking at the bright afternoon sunlight. Being in bed for three days really isn't beneficial to my health…

I took a few wary steps out on deck, and was glad to be out of that blasted cabin. It was really quite pleasant to just stand here and take in my surroundings. Even if it took far too much concentration to not have my knees buckle or wobble. I can't look weak…

"Pierre!"

I let out a moan. I'd almost forgotten Janette's grating squeal. And here she is to pester me again. Turning slowly towards her voice, I kept my face expressionless and she hurried down from the helm, stopping before me. Since meeting - and getting rid of Beatrice - I didn't think so many disturbingly gleeful people could exist. But apparently I was proven wrong again.

"What is it, lass?" I was reminded of how nice it was to know at least all conversations with Janette would be secret.

Unless someone else had kept their ability to speak French concealed all this time. If that's taken from me…I don't know what security I'll have left.

Strange how Janette was previously a curse…and now I somehow am glad for this drudgery? I must still be exhausted, or out of my mind…that must be it. I really must be tired…takes much more effort than it should to keep up looking attentive.

"How are you feeling?" she played with her hands.

That's a new habit she's picked up. Can't remember her being so fidgety before.

I shrugged. "Feelin' better I suppose. What have I missed?"

Strangely enough, no matter how I had cursed her previously, talking to her about nothing at all…was oddly…calming. Or maybe my animosity towards her took too much energy.

That could be it too.

Blinking slowly, I realized that Janette had been talking all this time. Not a good thing. Not at all.

"…it was simply awful! I thought you were dead, or…worst of all, that I had been the cause of your death. I couldn't live with that…" Janette forced a smile.

That action in itself was unnatural. She was supposed to cry, be contrary, or be chipper. Not be anything like this. She's petty, she's…Fluff.

"What's gone on in the last few days, Fluff? Are you actually feeling regret?"

Her cheeks turned rosy pink and her fidgeting substantially increased. "I…what are you talking about, Pierre?"

I flashed a grin. "Just commenting on your humanity, that's all."

"Humanity?" she blinked.

Still the same old Janette. I shook my head and laughed again. "Don't worry about it. Aren't you eager to tell me about the last three days?"

"But Pierre…I already did. Weren't you listening?"

"Ah," I nodded and started strolling down the deck. "Guess I stopped listening, Fluff."

She hurried to my side and pushed back a strand of hair that had fallen loose, looking over me like I was…her child or something. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Are you sure you're all right, Pierre…you just…you were so tired before. Is it a good idea to be walking around in your condition?"

Janette started to move her hands towards my hair again and I caught her wrist, holding it still.

"Calm yerself, lass. I'm fine. Now stop tryin' to mother me. Ye understand?"

She nodded, looking to my hand nervously. "Of course, Pierre…or," she lifted her gaze to mine, "miss Pierre."

So Janette knows too…wonder who else Sparrow's told. But…he couldn't tell Janette, could he? She more than likely noticed it when she watched over me. Great…and she likely mothered me when she was keepin' an eye on me. At least I was asleep during the entire ordeal.

"Kept ye all fooled for quite some time, didn't I?" a grim smile was all I could muster.

I really am going soft…or something. The sooner the ransom note for Janette is made, or the price for her pretty little head is high enough, the better.

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Reviewer Section! Yeah! 10 this time around! Go me! I couldn't do it without you guys! You rock my socks, my shoes, all that stuff! (Full page of review replies…wow.)

PED-sarah: Yes, another cliffy…but this one isn't so bad, right? Or is it even a cliffy? *ponders* Oh well, hope you enjoyed installment number 25! But yeah…Kendra is mighty tempted to smack him, but she's a bit tired…she'll just get him back later.

KawaiiRyu: Sorry about that…no kisses this chapter, or likely for the next few…*weak smile* Hope I didn't make you wait for too long!

novembergrl: That's awesome! But be sure to read the first story first, it's called…"Inconvenient" then there's the story I'm co-writing, "Caught by the Past"…so yeah. And about the double reviews…I really don't know. It is quite strange…*shrugs* But yeah…the head butting will continue. *grins* And we will enjoy.

Buritsutsunei: Glad to contribute to your Christmas! And yeah…Jack will definitely have some suffering due him. Kendra will ensure that.

TheSiriusSparrow: Breathe in…breathe out. Please do that? I don't want to be the cause of your death or anything…*looks worried* But…here's the next chapter. Just keep breathing…and reading and reviewing.

rythmteck: Is Winn feeling not so jealous anymore? I really didn't mean to cause any…*glances between the two pirate women* animosity or anything…and Kendra would be quite willing to let Winn have Jack. He's a bit too…Sparrow-ish for her liking. *grins* Plus she has issues with going for guys who can't recognize her as her proper gender…*snicker* By the way…will Kendra be appearing any time soon in CBTP…?

AAR Rocks My Socks: Um…it's actually not my direct sequel, though in a way it is. Rythmteck is the main author. It's her sequel, and Kendra just happens to be involved. Cause…*deep breath* FSE would be _chronologically_ the first, then rythmteck's "Inconvenient", then "Caught by the Past". The latter being the one that Kendra is in as well. But the other questions will be answered soon. I hope…*grins*

elven wood: Hey! New reviewer…or at least I'm pretty sure you are. Thanks for the support! *looks a little cocky* I'd sure like to think it's pretty good. Maybe even pretty nifty…awesome…

HealerAriel: Well…Kendra's got issues throwing kisses around. Especially to Jack…Can't give him an inch, that Kendra. *shrugs* But she wouldn't have it any other way…And yeah, Janette's point of view will likely be in the next chapter, so you'll see what's up with her.

Clover the Sea-Beast: *cringes* Um…if you would have just waited a bit longer…er…Jack wouldn't normally. Plus he only…well…*points to Jack's pov above* Yeah…er…*cringes at the thought of Sparrow and fangirl carnage* Youch…

Keep 'em up me 'earties! Ye do yer part, I'll do mine! Ye know I love ye! *two thumbs up*