Helloooo! I'm so sorry for taking so long to post this. Moving out...grumble grumble...packing...grumble...fighting with friends over rooms...grumbly grumbly. Note of warning to anyone moving in with friends-don't do it!!!! Especially if one is an ex. Sigh. So, anyway, enjoy and thanks for the reviews :)

"The map is a fake!" She said with desperation. "Its a trap."
He stopped, his hand resting on the door knob.
She babbled, needing to fill the sudden silence. "Commadore Norrington made me do it! If I didn't I'd be hung! I didn't want to! And I wanted to tell you, well, at first I didn't, but now..."
Jacks voice was amused. "Its because you fell for me love."
Bonny's jaw dropped. "What?"
He turned around wearing a grin. "You've fallen hook line and sinker. Can't say that I blame ye." He shook his head. "I was wondering when you'd tell me..."
"What?" She said again stupidly.
He walked towards her preditarily, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Do you honestly believe I thought that map was real? The pirate Morgan couldn't even write. Let alone make up nice rhymes about where his treasure was."
He came closer and Bonny backed up against the wall.
"No self-respectin' pirate makes a bloody map to his treasure. What would he need it for? Its his, and he knows where it is. Wouldn't want anyone else taking what was theirs eh, even when they're dead."
He caught one of Bonnys curls and twirled it in his finger. "We're a very possesive bunch, pirates. Savvy?"
Bonny managed to get one thought to stop spinning in her head. "So if you knew the treasure was fake? Where in the blazes are we going?"
He smirked. "Theres something I have to pick up. You and me are the only ones who know where the island is, and I've noticed you're no dab hand at navigating. We've been going in the opposite direction since Tortuga."
The power of speech had deserted Bonny.
Jack stared into space for a moment. "Course I'm a bit put out by the mutiny. Suppose the plan will just have to be tweaked a bit."
"There's a plan?!"
He grinned. "Darlin' there is always a plan. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!"
"Yeah! Captain to a bunch of mutineers."
Jack bent his head to hers. "But you still fell for me."
Bonny turned crimson. "I did not fall for you! I just saw what a pathetic predic- pre-. What are you doing!?"
Jack had caught her wrist in his hand and was holding it in the air, his fingers along her pulse.
"An experiment," he said with the interested air of a scientist.
"Wha-" He held a hand up for her to be silent, then nodded to himself.
He pulled her head to his and kissed her. His actions were softer this time; his tongue slow and teasing. He caught her lips between his teeth and bit gently. She groaned involuntarily and closed her eyes loosing herself to the kiss.
Too soon Jack stepped back, still holding her wrist in the air. A grin threatened to split his face. "So, you haven't fallen for me at all, eh? Your heart rate just shot up Love. One of us is in denial."
Jack raced out of the cabin narrowly missing flying crookery.