Disclaimer: I own Katelyn Hockley (her family members and so on) and Captain Willow. There are more original characters that will make appearances in future chapters, I'll just drop a word in when that happens. As for Jack Sparrow, Joshamee Gibbs, Anamaria, etc. they belong to Disney. Sigh.

Author's note: Ok, let me explain a few things for your better understanding. If Katelyn's origins are a bit blurry when you finish the chapter, please, don't worry, everything will fall in place in the future. I made it so you discover bits and pieces of her past through flashbacks -- every chapter has one. Also, this scene contains sexual intercourse, so don't read this if you don't like that kind of stuff.

I'd also like to point out that my good friend Juliette Subervie worked on translating this fic to French, so you know, if you wanna check it out. Go ahead, it's a great translation. I'm proud of her. grins.

Summary: "Now," Willow began, drawing his head forward so his nose was merely inches from Jack's and his tone conspiratorial, "listen here, mate I need ye to find me a lass." - Katelyn Hockley finds herself in somewhat exceptional circumstances aboard the Black Pearl, the very ship Jack Sparrow happens to be Captain of.

Rating: R for sex, language.

Chapter 1: Infatuation

Infatuation. She let the word roll off her tongue thoughtfully. Was she infatuated with Captain Jack Sparrow? Sure, there had been the initial attraction to the raven-haired pirate, but had it really ever evolved into anything more?

She wasn't one to wear her heart out on her sleeve and she definitely wasn't one for soul-searching, yet Katelyn figured, on her final night on the illusive Black Pearl and the final night of her life she might as well figure out this obsessive fascination with Jack. She knew she didn't love him; there had hardly been enough time for that. She was also positive she'd never come to love him, not that she didn't want to. It was just... well, if her assumptions were correct, she'd never be able to love anyone after tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Another word she needed to mull over. Tomorrow was the end. She sighed. Jack, not to mention the crew, had avoided talking about it around her, but she wasn't stupid. Late night escapades past crewmembers cabins and eavesdropping in on so-called secret conversations while they thought she was sound asleep had certainly proved to be rewarding. They were headed for St-Martin. Her impending doom, as her brother had told her once. She was going to be killed, shot tomorrow at sundown in the middle of a half inhabited island.

She sighed again. What a way to go, she thought ruefully. "By God I'm depressed." Saying that out loud made her laugh, a sweet silvery laugh that resembled bells. Her mother had always encouraged her laughing; saying to anyone she met "My daughter has a beautiful laugh, the prettiest one you'll ever hear!" Of course being complimented like that made her laugh, rather nervously though, which just aided her mother's comment. There isn't enough time, Katelyn thought desperately. She wanted to remember everything... every last memory...

Katelyn pulled the brush trough her damp hair. She was just a woman with a supposed beautiful laugh, expressive grey eyes and plain brown hair. Was that enough for the pirate captain? She guessed, that maybe she really was fond of him after all. A wry smile crept onto her face. Her father would be rolling over in his grave if he knew his little Kit-Kat, as the crew had taking to calling her, was fond of a drunken pirate captain. But, in a way, it felt good disobeying her father... "That's what got me here in the first place," she muttered. All right, so it didn't feel that good anymore.

With on last tug, she finished brushing her hair. Laying down the brush on the oak vanity she regarded her reflection thoughtfully. Her eyes widened.

Sex...

Sex with Jack Sparrow...

Sex between her and Jack Sparrow...

The words sprung into her mind suddenly, catching her off guard but sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine nonetheless. The naughtiness and plain wickedness of it all was the most alluring thing she'd ever felt or thought of and Katelyn found she was wishing it would happen. The problem was, did he want to have sex with her?

It was, after all, her last night alive, she might as well enjoy it, right? She took the blue ribbon out of the Spanish jewellery box Gibbs had given her as a gift and flipped her hair. "Star-light, star-bright. First star I've seen tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might. Get the wish I wish tonight," she chanted the song with an undertone of sarcasm.

"What exactly is your wish?" A deep, slightly slurred voice drifted into the cabin. Katelyn jumped up from her chair, ribbon and song forgotten.

Jack.

She stared at him, flustered and self-conscious. Her wish... "Well," she began; struggling for words while Jack strutted over, looking even more high and mighty then normal. "See... um... well actually it's quite a stupid wish. You know, won't really come true, too farfetched I guess," she rambled; positive her cheeks were the same colour as his bandana.

Jack smirked. "Farfetched, aye?" He stroked his chin and Katelyn averted her eyes. One word sprung to mind: torture. It was torture not having him. Yes, she asserted, her father was definitely rolling over in his grave. His baby had an infatuation his Cap'n Jack Sparrow and wanted to have sex with him. Right here, right now as the expression went. "What can we do..." he said. "... to help you?"

She blushed. "Um... well." She glanced at him. To hell with it all, what's the worse that could happen? So, he threw her off the ship or killed her early... either way she was going to die. God, she hoped she didn't regret this.

"Jack," she murmured and brought her lips to his. It was a sweet kiss, nothing exaggerated, almost like she was asking him permission. He raised an eyebrow. "I quite think we could fulfill your wish," Jack said slyly.

The next thing Katelyn knew, he had his lips crushed to hers passionately. He snaked his left arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him and held the nape of her neck, occasionally entangled his hand in her damp hair. They kissed for a while, not really bothering to do anything but explore their mouths.

She moaned sweetly as Jack's cold hand went under her nightshirt and tickled her spine, slowly moving to cup her left breast. He smiled and rubbed her nipple gently. "Jack!" she gasped, softly. He pulled back slightly and pulled the shirt over her head, leaving her half-naked and dazed. He kissed her on the neck, the nose, the eyes, every inch of her face with a surprising amount of gentleness for a pirate captain.

Katelyn's head hit the pillow quietly. Jack smiled at her again as he took off his shirt and boots; the same sexy grin that always graced his features. She smiled back, wondering if there ever was a time when Jack Sparrow didn't have a smirk or grin on his face. He straddled her waist, kissing her neck and moved down. Light kisses between her breasts, around them, on them all the while unlacing her pants.

Katelyn moaned arching her back slightly. She didn't think she'd ever regret this... no, not even in a million years... it felt way too good. Jack traced a pattern of fiery kisses from her breast down to her navel and past the patch of curly hair. He darted his tongue over her sensitive bundle of nerves. "Jack!" she cried out, biting her lip to muffle her moans as he continued his sweet torture. She had enough sense to not wake the crew, but God, she wanted to scream and let the world know she was in pure ecstasy. He continued, bringing her close to the edge but not letting her go there.

He stopped and kissed her lips again. Somewhere along the line, they'd both unclothed themselves and their garments lay in a heap on the floor. Katelyn was dimly aware of the fact that neither of them would be happy with the mess they'd made. She groaned desperately, the clothes issue completely forgotten when Jack performed a particularly skilful move with his tongue and spread her legs. He looked down at her, brown hair stuck to her face, flushed skin and dark grey eyes, almost black with lust. She was, by far, one of the most enticing women he'd ever met.

"Shh..." he told her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and slide into her. Katelyn gasped in pain, though it quickly turned into moans of encouragement as he fastened his pace. "Jack," she repeated over and over. This was too good to be true.

And all she could remember of the experience the next morning when she woke at the crack of dawn, snuggled against his bare chest, was the sheer mind altering pleasure that had lead up to a single moment of blissful release which has sent her spiralling into ecstasy. Katelyn sighed. Oh, and that she'd liked it a lot.

Sex... she figured...

Sex with Jack Sparrow...

Sex between her and Jack Sparrow...

...Was amazing and a perfect way to spend the last night of her life!
Author's end note: I'm aware that a first time never happens like that and that more blood should be involved. But, come on, this is a fic. First times are supposed to be perfect in fics.

Alright, if you're a bit put off by Katelyn that's normal. The chapter starts of pretty brusquely, but like I mentioned before everything will fall into place. For those of you who think Jack is OOC, wait till chapter two - it's his point of view on the events. You'll realize that Katelyn is seeing things how she wants to see things, Jack's account is different, more cocky, less sweet.

Well, now all you have to do is review. Sincerely Haeniliel. Hope you liked it, any questions and I would be glad to answer them, unless of course that ruins the plot. :)