I don't own anything . . . unfortunately. No seriously guys, help me out. I've been surviving on Safeway Select refried beans for the past year and a half. Jk.

The next few days were a flurry of ridiculousness for Amanda. Captain Sparrow, although a complete scoundrel, had enough propriety to not make Annabella work. However, Amanda spent hours in the kitchen from sunrise to sundown. Afterwards she would have to go spend time with her mistress who had been, much to her dismay, kicked out of Captain Sparrow's cabin and into her own closet. Annabella was so heartbroken over the rejection that Amanda almost felt sorry for her . . .almost. Any free time that Amanda had was spent trying to shoo away the captain and his unwanted advances. It seemed to have become his hobby to seduce her, and Amanda's self-control was wearing thin. Her mind and heart desperately wanted him to leave her alone but her body begged for his nearness.

It was around eight o'clock on a Thursday evening and Amanda was happier then she'd been in a long time. She was done with all her work, Annabella had wanted to be alone, and it seemed that the captain was busy with something of relative importance so Amanda had a few hours of blissful solitude. She was leaning against the railing humming quietly to herself, watching the water. She was actually about to start singing when she felt a very annoying presence behind her, so much for blissful solitude. She rolled her eyes heavenward and waited for the rude and sexual comment . . .but it never came. He just walked up to the railing and leaned on it in the same fashion she was. Just as she was beginning to enjoy his silent company he decided it was time to speak, "Ya know luv, this is my favorite time to be on a ship. The water is the most beautiful color. It's like a midnight blue, almost navy. Ya know, yer eyes are tha' color, and yer hair's like the sky enveloping it. Or no! even be'er! Yer hair's the midnight sky and yer eyes are two twinkling stars in the middle of it." He grinned at her seeming very proud of his "poetic" compliments. Amanda stared at him scrutinously for a moment before asking, "Captain, have you been drinking?"

His grin fell as though her words hurt and opened his mouth to say something but Amanda cut him off, "Listen, I know you think trying to seduce me is a very fun game. I, however, am not having fun. Your constant jabbering and miserable failures of compliments are driving me insane. INSANE!!!! I can't take it another day, captain. Look! I have bags under my eyes and what's worse, I have a vein! Certain words trigger it!" She pointed to a particularly large vein protruding from her usually smooth forehead. Jack grimaced slightly at its size and Amanda continued, "You can't honestly expect me to be so stupid as to give away my virginity to someone who I know for a fact makes a habit of using innocent girls and tossing them to the side when he's had his fun. You are a self-centered, horrible man who makes a living by lying and hurting other people. You are simply incapable of feeling anything except greed, lust, and the desire to hurt other people. I do not want to be with someone who is unable to give or feel love and happiness and I certainly do not want to be like you so please, for the last time, leave me alone!"

She turned to leave but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him, bringing her so close that their bodies and noses touched. He was looking at her with such fury she wanted to hide in fear. He opened his mouth, but instead of yelling as Amanda had expected he whispered with such intensity that it shook her to her core, "I have loved more deeply and passionately than a simpleton like you could ever hope to understand. I have looked into the face of death and stood before the gates of Hell and seen things that, had you looked upon them, would have killed you with fright. I will not take insults from the likes of you, you who hide behind your morals and the belief that you're a good person because you're so afraid of getting hurt and actually living life that you hide in your shell because you believe it will save you. It won't Amanda, it will crack around you and you will not be able to deal with reality when you're faced with it. My wild and sinful ways may get me killed before you, but we'll both die eventually and at least I'll be able to say that I lived, I felt, I experienced, I reached out and grabbed life and milked it for all it was worth. You, all you'll be able to say is that you went along for the ride. It's a good thing you don't want to be like me, you're too much of a coward to handle it."

They stood staring at each other for a long time. Amanda was letting everything he said sink in and Jack was trying to gauge her reaction. She was the one who broke the stillness by putting one hand on his shoulder and the other behind his head drawing him to her as she raised up on her tiptoes until their faces were so close that when she spoke their lips brushed, "I may not have experienced much, but I'm glad I'm experiencing you." She then closed the gap between them and switched the pressure on their mouths so that the touch was a kiss. Her kiss. A soft, gentle kiss, their lips barely touching and he let her control it. When she pulled back he looked a little astonished but very happy. She smiled and pecked him gently on his chin and then walked back to her cabin. She sat down and put a hand over her heart . . . her chest was beginning to hurt.

Captain Jack Sparrow stood stock still for at least five minutes, thinking over the recent events. She had kissed him. She had kissed him, not the other way around. Well, he thought, first times for everything. He grinned to himself, imagining what it would be like if her first time was with him. He knew he had scared her that first night with how aggresive he was but that was because he hadn't know she was a virgin. He could be very gentle if it was the right person. And she, he thought, just might be the right person. He laughed softly to himself thinking over the irony of the situation, he had just stated what an amazing person he was, and how he was so much better then her and yet he was completely taken with her. Maybe even . . .in love? Jack Sparrow shook his head, he wasn't one to fall in love with just anybody, but Amanda Smith wasn't just anybody. He realized that if he did love her, he had to get her feeling the same way soon. He had decided to send a letter in three months to Annabella's parents asking for her ransom and a time to meet for negotiations. Afterwards, they would sail for six more months and ask for just a bit more money. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. And more desperate, he thought to himself. All in all it left only nine months to convince his bonny lass to stay with him for love's sake. He knew it would take at least that much time to convince a logical girl like Amanda. He decided that the sooner he got her in bed, the better. Nothing made a woman more attached then sex, especially if you were their first. With his mission set in his mind, and he felt it was a noble one, he waltzed down to her cabin, took a deep breath, and for true love's sake knocked on the door.

A/N: ooooo cliff hanger! Sorry guys, sexuality in next chapter just to be warned. Also, I know to a lot of you sparrow seems like a jerk for trying to get her in bed but part of my character development of him is he does the wrong things for the right reasons. Get it? he really does care for Amanda and is trying to seduce her because he wants her with him, not because hes a horny lecher lol. Just didn't know if I made it clear enough. Please keep reviewing!