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The steady bobbing of the boat slowed and woke Bonny from her doze. She sat up with a wince. Falling asleep on a pile of ropes was not the most comfortable repose. A whistle pierced the air. Jack yelled across the deck.
"Best get ready, me bonny love, we're about to dock."
She stood up slowly and walked unsteadily towards Jack.
"Can't I stay here?" She asked, too tired to try arguing.
Jack shook his head and bent his face down to hers.
"Can't leave you alone here with Doyle and French. Wouldn't be the wisest thing. Unless you want to-"
"No!" She rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Wheres my bag? I have to change."
"Its in my cabin. I'll help-"
"No!" Scowling, she muttered "I'm sure I'll manage."
Jack watched her yawn widely and fluff her curls, then turned when Gibbs prodded him.
"Whats wrong with Doyle and French?" He asked puzzledly.
Scrunching up his face in thought, Jack said, "Well we can't leave her here alone. Wouldn't know what she'd be getting up to."
"Oh," Gibbs nodded understanding. "So ye think she's up to somethin' too."
"Oh aye." Jack glanced at the cabin door. "That she is. We can't let her out of our sight." He failed to keep a trace of seriousness in his voice. Gibbs gave a heavy sigh and rolled his eyes to heaven.


Bonny changed into her best dress. That is to say the one with the least rips and tears. It was a bit too small for her, and made of faded brown velvet with lace at the cuffs and collar. But she didn't have many choices.
Her hair was scooped up at the neck and tied up as well as she could, with a few stray curls hanging over her face.
She examined herself in the one cracked mirror she found- Jack obviously didn't use it for shaving.
Her forehead and cheeks were red from the sun, and her eyes looked shadowed and tired. Madam Molly used to make a salve for sunburn, and more often than not Bonny would need it.
She felt a sudden pang. The madam was the only Mother she had known, and though there were always other children in the house, she had always managed to make her feel loved.
Until she turned eighteen, and then it was time for- She caught Jacks face in the mirror and hastily wiped away a few traitorous tears.
"What?" she snapped, refusing to look at him.
There was silence for a moment, then he spoke in a suprisingly gentle voice. "Bad memories?"
"Any other kind?" She turned to him and stopped.
His hands were clasped behind his back and he stood perfectly still, his face expressionless. His eyes, for once, lacked any trace of mirth or mishchief and seemed darker than normal.
Then giving a quick smirk that didn't reach his eyes, he tilted his head.
"The thing with the past love, is that its over. No need to ponder it. Savvy?"
Bonny met his stare and shook her head. "The thing about the past, is that it catches up. You can sail half way round the world, but you'll still meet it coming back." She gave a bitter half-smile. "Savvy?"
Jack inclined his head in agreement. "Aye, I suppose you do." His smile widened. He held out his right arm and opened his hand. A silver chain fell from his palm and the pendant dangled, spinning in the air.
"Thought you might want to borrow this."
Bonny stared at it in awe. "Me?" She squeeked. "Wear that? Those are diamonds!" She examined the half-moon charm carefully. "Flawless diamonds!"
Suddenly Jack burst into guffaws of laughter. Bonny stared at him startled.
He composed himself enough to say, "any other woman would think it pretty. And here you are valuing it."
She smiled in spite of herself.
"Once a thief-"
"Always a thief." Jack finished with a wink. He placed in on her palm.
She stared at it, frowing. "Why didn't you sell it? You must know how much it was worth."
"Well if you don't want to wear it..."
"No no I do. " She said, suddenly desperate to remove his look of dissapointment. She opened the clasp and put it to her neck. Jack stepped behind her and took it out of her fingers. "let me."
He slid the curls aside with a gentle sweep and closed it, letting his hand linger of the curve of her neck. She wanted to move. To make it very clear that she didn't want him near her, but her feet were rebelling. Both stood still for a moment, saying nothing. Jacks breath tickling her neck. Bonny could feel the tension rising.
The door opened with a bang. They both jumped.
"Ready ta go Cap'n."
"Allright Jacobs," Jack said curtly. Bonny stepped carefully away from Jack, suddenly finding it hard to meet his eyes.
"Bonny-" Jack began.
She interrupted, talking rapidly and trying to ignore the jolt she felt when he said her name. "Thank you for letting me wear this Captain. I promise I won't loose it."
She left quickly, nearly tripping over her skirt.


The sky was wreathed in an orange sunset and Tortuga was coming to life. The streets were swarming, mainly in one direction; from the docks to the taverns. Merchants, trinket sellers and strumpets yelled from every clear space in the crowd, trying to get pirates to part with their 'hard earned' gold.
Bonny winced at the noise and tried to stay as close to Jack and Gibbs as possible. Which wasn't. A brawl broke out to her left and she was dragged back with the crowd. Struggling against the push, she jumped up and down trying to spot Jacks hat, but everyone around her was too tall. Feeling slightly panicked, she yelled Jacks name, then elbowed her way forward.
She had strayed too close to the fight. One hapless sailor slammed into her and the two of them went flying into the melee. She gasped and covered her head, trying to avoid getting trod on.
Suddenly there was space around her. A hand reached down and she grasped it gratefully. Jack pulled her to her feet, a concerned look in his eyes.
"You arright love?"
She nodded dazedly, her hand straying to her throat. "The necklace!" she gasped and dived back down.
She searched blindly for a moment before the crowd stilled. She found it beside someones boots and stood up relieved.
Jack was standing feet apart, sword drawn and black eyes blazing.
The people were frozen, whispering to each other.
"Tha's Jack Sparrow," someone muttered.
"Its captain Jack sparrow you mangy curs, and this here is Bonny Read who you were steppin' on."
Bonny felt their eyes on her face and flushed. One scar ridden pirate with a face like a bulldog actually tipped his hat and muttered an apology. Her astonishment grew as the rest followed suit. She stared at Jack with a mixture between astonishment and amusement. Giving her a wink, he nodded regally at the men. "Thats better. Knew you were gentlemen."
The crowd disperced rather rapidly leaving Bonny and Jack in an open space. He caught her chin in one hand and closed her mouth.
"Wouldn't want ye catchin' flies," he said softly. He slung an arm around her shoulder and said, "Better stick with you this time. Wouldn't want you starting another fight on yer onesies."