"Well, what have we here?" Sparrow grinned at me from behind the wheel of the ship. "A vision of loveliness in blue."

"What did you do with my clothes, Sparrow?"

"Captain, love."

I rolled my eyes and tried again. "Where the hell are my clothes, dammit?"

"They're safe. You wouldn't want some bloody pirate scamperin' off with your adorable little black corset-thing, would you?" Sparrow's grin grew even wider. "I've never seen anything quite like it, pet. Something from New Jersey?"

Technically, that was true. Victoria's Secret at the Quaker Bridge Mall, to be exact. "I want my clothes."

"We all want things, love. But we all have to face the reality of what we can and cannot have, savvy?" He tipped his stupid tricorner hat at me. "Besides, you look very fetching."

"That's because I borrowed your eyeliner."

Sparrow chuckled softly. "Come up here, pet. I want ye to see the view from the helm."

"Wow."

"The Pearl's beautiful, isn't she?'

This was the first good look at the ship that I had since I woke up on its deck. The Black Pearl was every inch a storybook pirate ship, except for the black sails. "The black sails are very you."

"Ever steer a ship, love?"

Before I could answer, he guided me to the wheel and put my hands on it, covering them with his own. His body was very close behind mine.

"Feel that?"

"Huh?"

"The sea." Sparrow chuckled softly and pressed my hands down and the wheel turned slightly. "And the movement of the ship. Ever feel anything like that?"

The ship rocked gently and Sparrow was getting dangerously closer. "Maybe."

Just as his lips touched the back of my neck, and my toes started to curl, the inevitable happened.

"Cap'n! Come quick! Brown's dead."

We both groaned.

Sparrow sighed and looked down at me. "I'm starting to think Gibbs may have a point."