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Although Cassandra's mind was a little bit more at rest with the thought that at least her father was suffering for this, she still felt deeply unnerved at being stranded on the ship. The whole feeling of being completely at the pirates hands scared her half to death. True some had been quite friendly towards her but other wise she hated the lot of them. The captain himself and his smugness irritated her no end, she scowled at the thought. Her belly grumbled loudly as she lent back against the wall. In protest she had retreated her self to her cabin refusing to come out, Mr Gibbs dropped by now and again to drop in some soup or stew but that had stopped and now on the four day hunger drove Cassandra out. She stomped up onto the deck.

"Jack Sparrow." she snapped confronting the captain as he dozed.

"Captain," he corrected not removing his hat that was perched in the bridge of his nose to shade his eyes.

"Captain Jack Sparrow luv," Cassandra ignored him as she raged on.

"I'm I to starve to death on this driftwood you call a ship?" she jammed her hands on her hips and glared at him. The captain tipped his hat up and eyed her with a small smile.

"If you want to eat luv, then you join the rest of them for supper, savvy?" he nodded down at the crew as they worked the ship. Cassandra snorted.

"No," and Jack laughed,

"Then you'll have to eat with me then," Cassandra bent close to him.

"I would rather die of hunger that eat with the likes of you Sparrow." she growled turning on her heel and stalking off.

"Captain Sparrow." Jack called after her replacing his hat on the bridge of his nose.

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As it turned out Cassandra did make her way to the galley at supper, she was beginning to feel somewhat light headed and faint. Most of the crew were still on deck securing the ship against the gathering winds but she did see Mr Gibbs perched on a stool digging into his strew. Cassandra ladled herself a bowl and joined him.

"Decided to join us after all then?" he smiled setting a bottle of rum by her bowl.

"It would appear I have little choice if I want to live." she said attacking the stew. Mr Gibbs nodded and slurped loudly on his leather flask.

"Drink up then lass," he said wiping his mouth and pointing to the rum. "Long night we've got ahead of us." Cassandra looked up questioningly from her stew at the older man. He pulled from his pockets a deck of well used cards. "Storm is cooking in the distance, ship is getting battened down for the night which means we're all in for a rough morning."

"Rough morning?" she repeated chewing on a piece of beef. Mr Gibbs nodded, his eyes twinkling in the dim light.

"Aye lass, by morning we'll all be feeling a bit worse for wear." he held up the rum bottle to her and she accepted pushing away her empty bowl. He flicked some cards in her direction and Cassandra picked them up gingerly.

"I don't really know how-" Mr Gibbs cut her off.

"I'll show you lass," he said grinning, Cassandra frowned and picked up her bottle of rum as more of the crew began to filter in.

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The cards she held where beginning to blur.

"I'll tell you what," Jack said to Mr Gibbs, "I'll match your two and raise you two as well, what say you for that?" Mr Gibbs grumbled under his breath and looked at Cassandra. She smiled and continued to match the bet with the small pebbles she had in front of her. The pile was diminishing quickly but with a hand like this one she was sure to win as long as Jack was bluffing.

She watched Joe and Miggs throw down their cards cursing their bad luck. Jack grinned and sucked on his bottle of rum as if it were his last. If her father were to see her now he would be happy to see her sink to the bottom of the ocean with her throat slit. Dressed like a man, drinking like one too and sitting clutching a hand of cards as if she had done it all her life.

"Just me and you luv." the captain caught her eye and lifted one side of his mouth in a half smile. He placed another cluster of pebbles on the growing pile. Cassandra didn't hesitate to match him, Jack narrowed his eyes and stared at his cards before sighing.

"Let's have them then," he said watching as she threw down her hand. Mr Gibbs turned and clapped a hand on her shoulder.

"Well done lass," he said as Jack stood nodding at his empty tankard, Mr Gibbs passed it to him.

"Another, luv?" he asked eyeing her empty rum bottle, Cassandra shook her head and watched as he ambled away. She turned to Mr Gibbs grinning wildly.

"I finally won!" she began to count her pile of pebbles as a figure slipped in beside her.

"How about I join this game?" Cuttle said smirking at Cassandra, "And if I beat you, I get to show you the inside of my cabin," his hand snaked under the table and grasped the top of her leg. Mr Gibbs threw him a warning look as he shuffled the cards but Cuttle lent closer to her,

"Still got your innocence Cassandra? I can take it away for you."

"You bastered, I would surly slit my own throat than let your hands touch me." she stood slapping his hand from her leg. Cuttle's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist yanking her closer to his face, as she caught her balance her foot kicked the stool sending it crashing into the table.

"What makes you think you have a choice?"

Mr Gibbs turned to Cuttle angry.

"You let that lass alone," he snapped.

Jack glanced up from the rum crate at the commotion, he watched the girl flee from the room and Mr Gibbs face redden with anger. Jack picked up his drinks and swaggered back over in time to hear Cuttle curse the girl.

"She is a Callis, she should be punished for the death of our brothers, it was me who brought her here and instead of punishment you have her eating our food and drinking our drink," he raged glaring down at Mr Gibbs, Jack sat down propping his leg on the table enjoying for the moment the two men glaring at each other.

"The lass has nothing to do with her fathers actions." Mr Gibbs snapped standing to meet Cuttles dark eyes. Jack raised an eyebrow, it wasn't often that Mr Gibbs showed anger.

"She's a whore, and you're a fool to think other wise!" Cuttle snapped pointing a finger at Mr Gibbs. Jack stiffened a little narrowing his eyes on the black man. He couldn't tell wither it was Cuttles insult to Mr Gibbs that angered him so or the fact he had called the girl a whore, it bothered him never the less and he glanced up speaking for the first time.

"If you so much as look in the girls direction," he slurred staring hard at Cuttle, "it'll be myself that'll be pushing you off the plank mate," Cuttle scowled as he looked at the floor.

"Aye sir,"

Jack stood nodding at Mr Gibbs as he left the table, Cuttle had soured his mood enough for him to request only his own company for the evening. He glanced down at the girls cabin pondering briefly wither to check on her, rubbing a hand over his face he chose instead to retreat to his own cabin. It was a struggle to open the stairwell door that led to the deck, the wind pinned it shut and it took Jack a good shove to open the blasted thing. Clutching in one hand his bottle of rum he used his other to try and shield his eyes from the rain that was lashing down on the ship, he cursed the storm as he headed to his own quarters checking quickly over the deck to make sure all was well. An irritated growl escaped from his throat as he saw the girl standing on the deck holding onto one of the mast poles. He made his way over and grabbed her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" he shouted over the wind, Cassandra turned and looked at him her face twisted with anger. Sighing heavily Jack grabbed her wrist and heaved her into his cabin and slammed the door shut. Cassandra was laughing wildly at him, this irritated him no end as he stared at her waiting for an explanation. She took a mouthful of the bottle of rum she cradled and pointed to him.

"You're a fool Jack Sparrow, you've messed this one up something rotten," she narrowed her eyes and slumped down on one of the chairs that surrounded his deck. Jack didn't bother to correct her and instead tipped his head back to study the girl, She met his gaze her eyes burning as she smiled somewhat wickedly. She was pretty, The chestnut curls now tangled and plastered round her pale face. Jack risked a look over her wet shirt that clung to her slim figure.

"You kidnapped the wrong person," she continued taking another gulp of the rum and laughing.

"How's that luv?" he ventured reaching over and taking the bottle from her hands, he set it down on the deck well out of her reach. Cassandra's face fell and for a moment she looked completely alone and miserable, she turned quickly and stabbed a finger at him.

"If you had wanted to get back at my father then you should have kidnapped the Commodore, my father's only want for me is to marry the ass and bang!" she threw her hands in the air startling Jack, "He has the son he always wanted." Jack frowned, curling and uncurling his fingers. In another situation he would have enjoyed the waterdrenched girl in his cabin.

"Well your father will be needing you back then I expect?" he supplied smacking her hand away from his bottle of rum, she cast him an icy look. "And as long as you're here you cant marry the commodore your father will be as angry as they come." he grinned at her satisfied he'd straightened out the predicament. His eyes wandered down to her wet shirt again.

Cassandra stared at the captain as he grinned at her, wet beads of rain dripping down his cheeks. She frowned and her manor softened .

"Let me go Captain, my father need not know I'm not aboard." she stood pleading and Jack nodded cocking his head to the side his smile begining to charm her.

"Six weeks luv, the next port I'll let you go."

"You lie!" Cassandra stepped forward suddenly her eyes filled with anger, "Two days Miggs said! Two days and we're on land!"

Jack lifted a finger in the air to protest,
"Aye that would be Tortuga, but-" Cassandra raged at him

"I don't care where it is its off this bloody ship and away from you pirates." she snapped turning towards the door.

"Aye it is off this ship but-"

"But nothing ," she swung round and stabbed a finger at his chest, Jack eyed her finger in surprise and lifted his finger once more to try and finish his warming. " you'll let me off this ship Captain Sparrow or I'll hang you myself by that foul neck of yours." Jack clasped a hand round his neck as if to protect it, he frowned as Cassandra turned again to get to the door.

"Ok luv. If that's what you want."

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Well??? Please let me know how its coming on. I know it still fairly slow but some action in the next chapter i promise! How steamy do you want this story to be? Any suggestions welcome folks. Please reveiw i need some motivation. xxx