FallenCherub: (Holding AbusedDancer back with a very large club) AbusedDancer we appreciate your fervor, but we're afraid of the effect this subject will have upon our story.

AbusedDancer: I find it all fascinating.

FallenCherub: Yes, that's what concerns us.

Note: Jesus Christ! School is so intense. I probably won't be able to update for a while. But if you review it may just make me update sooner. I'd also like to apologize for the random ending last chapter. I was just really tired of typing, so…

Sofia led them into a bar and sat them down in a relatively quiet corner. "Now Jack, I'm assumin' you're goin' wiv Gibbs, and Gibbs, if you know someone else you'd rather go wiv, that's fine, but yer both welcome to stay wiv us."

Abi groaned and got up, taking her rum with her. An hour later she was wandering the streets, eyes wide, having forgotten where she was.

"'Ello, pretty," a drunk pirate looking for a good time said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

Abi screamed, running him through with a hidden dagger. Unfortunately for her, but fortunately for the plot, a large chunk of his crew was milling around nearby, also drunk, also looking for a good time, and a little pissed that she had killed one of their mates.

Five of them raced towards her. She killed them easily, but more kept coming. When a sword cut her arm near where it had been shot, she screamed, dropping her dagger and lashing out with her bare hands.

The men backed away, shocked by this behavior.

Jack, seeing her, ran over and threw his weight against her, grabbing her hands and throwing her against the wall. She struggled fiercely. "Hey. Hey. Hey!" he yelled with increasing volume and intensity. "Hey," he said gently as she calmed down. She looked at him and her eyes focused. She collapsed, her head hitting the wall.

Jack lunged down to grab her. She was crying.

"Holy shit," Jack murmured, stroking her hair. "Get!" he snapped up at the crowd watching them.

"Oh Jesus!" yelled Sofia, seeing the situation and guessing its cause. Sofia ran over to Abi, kneeling beside her. She ran an appraising eye over Abi's wounds and sighed. "Abi, Abi," she said, similar to Salma Hayek speaking to Loki near the end of Dogma, "can't you stay out of trouble for five seconds while I not watching?"

Abi's only response was to slide into unconsciousness.

"Jack, do us a favor and take her back to the ship? After that I don' care where ya go."

(AbusedDancer has managed to work her way in again. I'm so sorry.)

When they reached the dock, they were both silent. Jack had put his arm around Abi to steady her. He helped her climb onto the ship.

"Come with me," he commanded in a low sexy voice. (Poppet shakes her head.) Abi looked up into his eyes. God she was sexy. She was a fiery piece of ass, not respectable like the women he had courted in the past.

He guided her to his cabin, (Poppet buries her head in her hands) his touch firm but somehow gentle as he pulled her around. She bit her lip, not wanting to admit her arm hurt.

"I'm sorry Jack. I shouldn't have—"

At this he stopped her with his mouth. (Poppet, unable to bear it any longer, bashes AbusedDancer over the head with a flower pot.)

"Holy shit," she breathed.

ChasteActress: You're all prostitutes!

Poppet begins to open mouth.

ChasteActress: Yeah, I loathe you too.

Poppet: For the plot's sake, ChasteActress, shut up!

Then ChasteActress died. And no one cared. Well, it was for the plot's sake after all.