A/N- Oh wow, you guys are so great, you really kept up with your part of the bargain so I'm gonna try to make this longer- I gave info on Starr and Jack's little quarrel, it's not that great of a story, I'll admit, but it works…Jack is just so damn…Jack or sexy, whichever you prefer.

Disclaimer- I wish it were mine, I do, but PotC belongs elsewhere, Starr is mine- no one else's

Chapter Four: For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art black as hell, as dark as night

Jack's head was throbbing when he woke the next morning.

What had happened, and whom had it happened with?- were the first groggy, chaotic thoughts that went through his mind. They were answered when the small, silky, warm body next to his stirred. Jack jerked to the side…it was Starr, it was always Starr, but this time a heavy headache and several scratches told him that it wasn't just a dream. He glared down at the childlike woman in his bed- she really was lovely, but beauty, as the saying goes, is only skin deep.

Jack knew her true form, she was an Angel with a Demon's grace. She had wormed her way back into his heart and he didn't want the feeling of her to leave. So she had trapped him in a rather perilous game of homicide where he had been left at the gallows waiting for some miraculous event; but that didn't mean he had to continue hating her, he just wanted her to admit that she had done wrong, then they could go on like they had last night with a bottle of rum and no thought to trouble or revenge…

He watched as Starr stretched and gave out a catlike purr before opening her eyes.

Jack knew her moods, he also knew that her moods could be determined by the hue of her eyes. Now her usually emerald green eyes were as dark as the Mediterranean and probably just as treacherous. Jack knew that when her eyes were a light mint green, she was happy; when her eyes were a grayish moss color, she was always her most stealthy, light meant happy and uncaring, darker meant danger, and near black…Jack had never encountered this color on Starr before.

"Morn'…" she mumbled , her voice heavy with sleep.

"Morning…" Jack said softly, his dark eyes trying to pull themselves free of her innocent visage.

"Jack, did we really…" she trailed off, a blush of mixed disgust and lust rising and spreading over her body.

"Afraid we did and," he bent his head and covered her mouth with his, "we are going to do a lot more-" she bolted away from him, dressed in nothing but her birthday suit.

"No, Jack, not again, we have ta settle some things firs before we do anything like that again."

"Starr," he quirked his mouth into an jester's leer, "we settled it last night."

"Impossible, I'd remember."

"Well, love, you did not remember sex, so it is quite probable that you don't remember that."

Starr grabbed for her things, "Jack, I'm getting off this hell of a boat you call a ship, an I'm swimming to shore, I don't care anymore, I swore that all was done ten years ago, an trust me, it is very much done."

"You can't leave just yet."

"Why's that?" she cried, flinging her arms to show her exasperation. Jack swung his legs over the side of the bed and took great striding steps toward her, "We have something to finish, love, and I'm not so sure we're done." Starr pulled on her dirty pantaloons in an angry haste, "I'm gone, Jack, you cannot keep me here against me will."

"Did I say in some sense this morning I would? Go." her eyes widened in disbelief, "Starr," he jeered, "I have come to the decision that having you around me is not only hazardous, it is down right stupidity. When I'm with you, I am not myself." he stopped here hoping to make a point.

"Jack, yer a fool, I always knew ye were mad, but now I know yer jes a fool."

"I may be many things, Starr, but I have never been a fool." Starr shook her head, a headache brought on by the lack of him and the confusion he wrought.

"Say it again, Jack, I think you almost believed yerself, maybe next time you'll get someone else to agree." that said, Starr flew up and out to the riggings deck, her black hair unbound and cascading behind her like tendrils of smoke.

Jack sat in her absence, completely unmoving, staring at the door in utter rage.

How did she manage to take all the things he thought good of her, no matter how briefly, and turn them into some sort of morbid fascination? How did she make him feel like shit and at the same time bloat his heart to the size of a herring? Why was he still hoping that she held a trace of love for him somewhere in her frigid heart?

Last night had been…last night had been the most passion he'd had in years, he'd had adventure and he'd had gold spastically throughout the years, and getting the Pearl back had been a dream, but he only seemed to find real passion with Starr.

He slipped into his clothing and ambled up the stairs, he glanced around deck to see if Starr was in sight, noting Will's jerk of the head towards the bow, Jack stepped out to begin charting out their destination…

Ana-Maria hadn't been startled when Starr had approached her, in fact she had been somewhat relieved, at least she now knew that the girl had no intention of killing her. Ana-Maria focused in on the girl's conversation- the girl was having Jack problems, Ana-Maria knew Jack problems all too well.

"He's denying everything, and I know that he knows he did it."

"Maybe you two 'ave it all wrong, maybe neither o ye did it an yer jes trying to esplain what happened by blaming the one most likely to 'ave committed the crime."

Starr huffed out her ignorance, "The Jack Sparrow I knew is dead!" she cast her eyes out to sea and felt a shiver run through her body. She remembered seeing Bram lying broken at the bottom of the stairs, she remembered the scream that froze on her lips and stuck to the roof of her mouth like glue. She remembered the tears she had cried knowing Jack had done it, and now the possibility that he hadn't shook her.

The feel of Bram's cold, waxen skin, and bright red locks had been so perfect, and so cold, Starr had had the feeling that she would never get warm again.

Ana-Maria said something, but Starr shrugged it off, a saying she had heard long ago playing repeatedly through her mind: "For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art black as hell, as dark as night."

A/N- Well? Am I getting any better with this one? I have a lot of fics under Harry Potter, Raven Nights is probably my best, but I like trying different things- I have a Dogma one I'm gonna post eventually too, but back to BL, please review, I love that you all reviewed the last chapter- and when and if I ever rule the universe, I will make sure you are all second supreme ruler beings- I'm not sure that's what I'm technically going to label them, but I'll think of something. Love you all. My quote "For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art black as hell, as dark as night."- is from Shakespeare's Sonnet CXLVII