Hey! Thanks to Sereture and Wicklowe for reviewing. I wasn't going to continue it, but because I thought it was so awful. But thanks to you two, I've continued it. I hope you like what I've got here. More constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated.

There she was. She sat in a man's lap, her arm draped loosely around his shoulders, a mug of ale raised in the air as she threw her head back in laughter. Really, she was too beautiful to be in this place. Jack tensed as the man smothered in his face in her bosom, sloppily kissing the delicate skin he found there. He thought he saw a flash of annoyance cross her features, but it was quickly replaced with a mask of exaggerated pleasure. Alright, now it really was getting to be too much. He stalked over to the couple and stood before them, boring holes into the back of the man's head.

"Viola," he said, his voice as deep and raspy as ever. They pair looked up him with equal exasperation.

"Captain Sparrow," she greeted him amiably. "I hadn't expected to see you so soon."

"I know," he stated. 'That's all you've got, ol' Jack? Ye gods, what's the matter wif ye?'

"I'd love to chat, Sparrow, but as you can see, I'm in a bit of a delicate position." She nodded to the man on whom she was sitting. "Perhaps I'll see you later," she added with a wink.

"Come with me." He grabbed her arm abruptly, pulling her off of the man and to her feet.

"'Ey!" the man yelled, standing indignantly. "What d'ye think yer doin'? She's wif me!" He grabbed Viola's free arm and pulled her back to him.

"Ye really don't want to be doin' that, m'boy," Jack slurred.

"C'mon, ye whore. 'urry up and finish what ye started." Viola looked up at the man who was practically drooling with drunkenness. Without even putting any serious thought into the repercussions of what she was about to do, she pulled her hand back and slapped him straight across the cheek. His face immediately turned scarlet with anger at being accosted by a mere prostitute. His raised his fist, ready to connect it with her face. But in his drunken lethargy, he was a bit too slow for her and her fist got to his nose first. The next thing Jack heard was the thump of a heavy body hitting the floor.

"Oh lovely," he mumbled. "'f course." He looked at her and heaved a sigh. "I was hopin' t'would be a bit more difficult than this." He grabbed her, threw her over his shoulder and walked out of the bar into the warm Tortuga streets. He walked into her flat, up those rickety steps, threw open the bedroom door and tossed her on her bed.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?!"

"Yer the one who knocked that man out cold!" He observed her warily. "Where did you learn to punch like that anyway?"

"The edificial streets of Tortuga," she sighed, and with an annoyed tone to her voice continued, "What do you want, Jack?"

"I, eh.." he mumbled. "You?"

"You pulled me out of that bar and made me lose more customers than just that slimy man, just so you could sleep with me?"

"Yes?" She glared up at him. He knew better than this. With a sigh, he pulled out a small bag that jingled with gold. Her eyes lit up and her scowl softened into a smile. "Welcome back, Captain."

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He wasn't going to lie. That romp between the sheets was as amazing as ever. But it wasn't enough. He wanted to have her, to claim her, to own her, to control her as she had been doing to him for so long. He wanted to wake up every morning with her in his arms instead of losing his ephemeral fantasy woman every time the sun's rays shone down on his eyelids. It was his right to have her, was it not? She had been stealing him every time he closed his eyes, in every daytime fantasy, and in every dream at night.

"Viola!" yelled an inebriated voice from outside the window.

"Shit," Jack mumbled, rising from the bed while trying not to disturb her. He looked down at the man who stumbled around outside her door, yelling her name. Wonderful. It was the drunkard from before. This was getting ridiculous. He had better things to do than fight with more drunks here on land when he could be out pillagin' and plunderin' and fightin' with drunks on the sea, and makin' passionate love to beautiful brunettes in his cabin. He looked back at Viola, and a sinister smile spread across his face.

"You're coming wif me."