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: Hmm di dum, nothing much to explain for this chappy. It's just Jack's events on the whole ordeal in chapter 1. You'll notice he sees a little differently then Katelyn. Our dear naive little Katelyn. Well, enjoy and review! The song represents Jack's thoughts. Sorry about any spelling mistakes, my beta and I are only human after all.

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, a young woman, 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 2: Treasure.

I see ya blowin' me a kiss
It doesn't take a scientist
To understand what's going on baby
If you see something in my eye
Let's not over-analyze
Don't go too deep with it baby
So let it be, what it'll be
Don't make a fuss and get crazy over you and me

Here's what I'll do
I'll play loose
Not like we have a date with destiny
It's raising my adrenaline

You're banging on a heart of tin
Please don't make too much of it baby
You say the word "forevermore"
That's not what I'm looking for
All I can commit to is "maybe"
- Crush by Jennifer Paige.

Jack growled softly letting only the smallest amount of frustration and irritation show. A storm was raging, yet he stood – tall and straight-backed – completely oblivious to the heavy, bitingly cold pellets that soaked his white shirt and pants. He was, after all, far too preoccupied to even remotely care that he'd suffer later (he didn't take kindly to colds). The ship... his Pearl... had been forced to dock at the nearest port because of a damn storm. It was nigh unthinkable! Not to mention the delay it would cause. Jack swayed slightly as a particularly vicious wave crashed against the ship. Curse Gibbs, he thought savagely, for being so convincing!

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"Cap'n, we won't last very long in a storm like this!" Gibbs screamed over the furious roars of thunder.

Jack glared. He'd never once docked a ship because of a storm and he wasn't planning on starting now. No, definitely not now! He was Captain Jack Sparrow; he'd survived being marooned on a deserted island for God's sake... he would survive the storm.

"Cap'n!" the voice persisted.

"No!" Jack said. "She'll hold!"

Gibbs snarled and dumped a bucketful of water out of the Black Pearl. This wouldn't work. A loud rumble was heard and quickly followed by a bright flash of light. Waves crashed against the side of the ship making it tip dramatically, once more soaking the deck and the crew. Jack starred ahead hoping for a clear horizon, but was greeted with a darker, if possible, gloomier sky. He was wet from head to toe and shivering, yet he wouldn't dock. It was utter madness...

A loud scream pierced a momentary calm followed immediately by a round of thunder and lightning. "Man overboard!" Katelyn yelled frightened, her face chalk white. She slipped and slid towards Jack, her legs wobbly and her ashen face turning a nasty shade of green. The crew looked desperate: on one hand, if they helped Gibbs they'd consequently kill themselves, on the other hand, if they didn't help the fallen crewmember they wouldn't be able to forgive themselves.

Katelyn shrieked with a brazen amount of relief and the crew sighed, thanking whatever deity they believed in. "I see him. Someone help me!" Anamaria picked up the nearest rope she could find and raced towards the stern with one thought in mind: Jack Sparrow was going to get one hell of a painful slap when this was over.

Together, along with Jack's help, Katelyn and Anamaria pulled the half-unconscious man onto the deck. Katelyn looked shaken, mumbling over and over again how she should have been more careful. Anamaria rolled her eyes; at times, the girl could be so innocent. Still Gibbs almost paternal liking of the young woman didn't settle to well with her. It was, in any case, a bad thing to get so close to someone.

Jack had gone back to navigating the Black Pearl and barking out orders when Anamaria slid over. "Sparrow!" she said frostily. "You scalawag, scoundrel! Dock this damn ship at the nearest port before someone dies." Jack looked thoughtful for a split second before shaking his head. Hell would freeze over first he scoffed mentally. Anamaria glared, calmly raised her hand and slapped him. God that felt good. "Don' you dare go saying you dinnit deserve that one, Jack."

"She's right, Cap'n. Ye wouldn't want for something to happen to our treasure," Gibbs warned weakly.

The enigmatic warning hung in the air heavily. Katelyn scowled skeptically, shifting her gaze from Anamaria's angry face to Jack's rather defeated one and finally to Gibbs exhausted one. What treasure could be so important that Captain Jack Sparrow would dock his ship? Katelyn chewed her cheek thoughtfully determine to find out.

Jack's demeanor changed suddenly. "Yo ho! We dock at the nearest port, savvy?"

"Ay!" the crew cheered.

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Jack took a swig of whatever alcohol was in the bottle he'd traded at the tavern and rubbed his neck. His able-bodied crew, as Will Turner liked to say, was below deck keeping as warm as possible, wrapped in newly washed, crisp blankets and singing rather loudly. He, on the other hand, was standing outside in the rain (though it had practically died down by now) reminiscing. Jack didn't reminisce often. He was, like most pirates, a man who lived in the present, but Gibbs comment still hung fresh in the air, almost hauntingly fresh. Ye wouldn't want for something to happen to our treasure. Treasure.

It had initially bothered him to take on this errand, transporting people from one port to the next wasn't his idea of a job fit for a renowned pirate captain and he could shake off the feeling that something bad would happen. But, a favor, especially with a fellow pirate, was a favor and Willow had chosen the oh-so opportune moment to call on the one Jack owed him. So he'd tracked down the illusive woman – Katelyn certainly knew how to stay hidden – bargained with her, convinced her to come on the ship with him and the rest was history. Luckily, as the trip to St-Martin progressed, the initial anxiety had died down and been virtually forgotten.

After tonight, though, after Gibbs comment, some of the worry was seeping back into his mind. What troubled him, really, was Gibbs use of the word treasure. Was Katelyn a treasure to him?

"Not all treasure is silver and gold," his own voice rang out.

He smirked and took another swig from the bottle, emptying it. He supposed it was all right to think her a treasure. She was, in spite of everything, very much like one: beautiful yet dangerous. So, he concluded, he fancied her his treasure. Another smirk, this one rather arrogant, graced his features; coming to terms with that notion hadn't been as difficult as he'd thought.

Jack grumbled, his mind fogging slightly as the alcohol began to take effect. "Musta been strong," he slurred, leaning on the side of the ship. The rain had faded into a slight drizzle and the heavy clouds had parted, giving way to a half-crescent moon and bright stars. It was a lovely evening, by all means. The waves, restless from the earlier storm, rocked the ship gently.

Another thing that troubled him was that he'd taken a liking to her. He didn't love her; no, especially not in the romantic Will Turner meets Elizabeth Swann way. But she was attractive and there was no denying it. Even though his late night thoughts and occasional dreams involving her had been more sexual, feral almost, he still couldn't help worrying about her when trouble struck.

She's part of the crew now, he supposed. He loved his crew, he loved his ship and he loved his rum: each one in a sick, twisted pirate sort of way. His crew...they had grown over the year, becoming more and more competent, which left him with a feeling of almost fatherly pride. He'd pushed them through thick and thin, icy cold and blazing heat, seemingly impossible tasks and each time they'd come out better. His ship, he thought smugly...The Pearl had finally been gutted and cleaned and looked once again like the dreaded pirate ship with black sails. As soon as this thing with Katelyn was over he'd once again be the feared pirate who traveled the seven seas. He smiled gleefully. And his rum... well, words couldn't describe his feelings for rum... they were just too strong to be defined by petty words...

Jack shook his head. The rain had stopped completely and a warm breeze was blowing calmly, rustling the nearby tree leaves. He suddenly remembered his real first conversation with Katelyn.

"How old you be, luv?" Jack asked mischievously, emptying a tankard of rum. He wrapped a hand around her shoulder and stared at her through half-closed eyes. They had been in Tortuga barely an hour and already the captain was half inebriated. Would he ever learn?

"Twenty-five going on twenty-six..." she said it stoically.

"...And you ain't married? Surely a lass as beautiful as ye would-"

"I have horrible luck with men, Captain. They never seem to last long..." Katelyn grinned slightly and took a small sip of rum. She resisted the urge to shudder as the alcohol forced it's way down her throat. "This is disgusting!" she proclaimed loudly.

Jack looked mortally offended by her comment. "Rum..." he slurred. "Is not disgusting." He waved his arms around and Katelyn laughed.

"You believe in what you want to believe in, Captain Sparrow. I'm going to go rest."

She stood up abruptly and walked out of the tavern, looking slightly dejected. In his drunken haze he hadn't noticed that his comment had bruised her...

Jack smiled sourly. He remembered now why he hated reminiscing, it always made him feel like a jerk. Must come with the job, he reflected. Shaking his head once more, he threw a final glance at the deck, went downstairs to warn Warren that he was on guard duty and climbed back up the stairs. Just as he reached his room, he got the rather wicked idea of visiting Katelyn. So, before he could change his mind, he strutted towards her room. It was times like these, he thought, that he was happy he had at least some alcohol tolerance.

"Star-light, star-bright. First star I've seen tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might. Get the wish I wish tonight," he heard her sing softly. Jack couldn't help but smirk at the sarcasm that laced the lullaby; she'd been hanging around Anamaria far too long.

"What exactly is your wish?" he asked, which made her jumped up from her chair, ribbon and song forgotten.

She stared at him, looking extremely flustered and self-conscious. "Well," she began struggling for words while he swaggered over. "See... um... well actually it's quite a stupid wish. You know, won't really come true, too farfetched I guess," she rambled.

Jack smirked. "Farfetched, eh?" He stroked his chin and she averted her eyes. He'd never seen her like this; it was amusing to say the least. She was rambling and redder then the Royal Navy's redcoats. "What can we do..." he said. "... To help you?" This was beyond amusing.

She blushed; her face tinged a dark crimson. "Um... well." She glanced at him. Jack frowned at her sudden change in posture. What was she planning? She'd gone from insecure rambler to decisive. This could be very rewarding or very horrific, and he just hoped she hadn't decided to slap him. After all, his jaw still ached from Anamaria's earlier brutality. Sometimes, he wouldn't mind seeing that woman walk the plank.

"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, covering over his momentary shock. "I quite think we could fulfill your wish," he told her slyly. He had definitely not expected this, not that he was complaining.

There was only one, teensy, little problem... she was probably a virgin. Well, he came to the conclusion rather quickly, sweet sex is better then no sex. With that thought, he gave himself over to pleasure (intent of not hurting her, of course) and crushed his lips 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.

Katelyn moaned as his 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. This was killing him, her fucking moans were too adorable and were arousing him beyond belief. He pulled the shirt over her head, leaving her half-naked and dazed. She really was attractive... He kissed her on the neck, the nose, the eyes, every inch of her face with gentleness that surprised even him.

He lowered her onto her pillow, watching happily as her brown hair pooled around her head. A fallen angel, or a demon in disguise, whichever you preferred... He smiled at her again, hoping it to look reassuring, and hurried to take of his clothes. She was grinning at him, lazily, rubbing her stomach and breast lightly. Jack suppressed a moan. The damn girl was inexperience and arousing him better then most women he'd been with. Must be the innocence, he thought fleetingly, not really caring to dwell on the thought.

Finally done with his clothes, he straddled her waist, kissing her neck and moved down. Light kissed between her breasts, around them, on them all the while unlacing her pants. He knew what to do to her, where to touch, where to blow, where to lick... he knew what she wanted, he'd been with enough women to know most of their erogenous areas.

Katelyn moaned arching her back slightly. 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 torture. This was, without doubt, rewarding. And as much as he enjoyed rowdy sex, this was turning to be just as good.

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. She was groaning desperately by the time he spread her legs, silently pleading for more. Jack looked down at her, brown hair stuck to her face, flushed skin and dark gray eyes, almost black with lust. She was, by far, one of the most enticing women he'd ever met.

"Shh..." he told her, she didn't need to draw attention to them. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, licking it carelessly and slid into her. Aye! Jack muffled a groan, oh yes... She gasped in pain and his suspicions were confirmed, she was indeed a virgin. It was too late for regrets, though. But next time, Jack swore mischievously, he'd show her a relatively more pleasurable side of sex.

Her gasps of pain quickly turned into moans of encouragement as he fastened his pace, losing himself completely. "Jack," he heard her repeat over and over, her fingers digging into his back drawing small amounts of blood. He smirked delighted, his eyes closing in pleasure. "Mm!" she groaned, her hips bucking to his rhythm. "Katelyn!" he choked out when he reached his peak. "Aye, Katelyn!" he sighed. She cried out his name a moment later, arching her back before collapsing on the bed, sedated.

"Oh Jack!" she whispered, smiling languidly and took his hand, entwining their fingers. He grinned and couldn't smother the irrepressible feeling of pride. Ha ha ha! He was good in bed.

"Sleep," he commanded, pulling a blanket over her. He sat up, preparing to leave when he heard a small sound of protest. Katelyn had grabbed his arm.

"Stay, Jack," she said. Jack looked dumfound. He never stayed with someone after he had sex...

"Please," she pleaded, her eyes closed and mouth set in a straight line. She seemed to have noticed his discomfort at her request. "Look, we'll say it's a gift. My before-death gift..."

Jack's eyes widened. She knew. "Katelyn," he began ready to tell her he couldn't do anything to help her (What? You didn't really think he was gonna apologize, did you?), but she'd already fallen asleep. He shook his head, incredulously, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He made sure they were both covered, before closing his eyes. She certainly was something... conniving yet innocent, dangerous and beautiful. He smiled briefly. Gibbs was right, she was a treasure.

"Not all treasure is silver and gold," he whispered curtly kissing her ear and drifted off into a dreamless, one-eyed sleep. This had been his moment of weakness... his first and last...

-TBC.

Author's end note: Like I mentioned in the previous chapter, 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.

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-Haeniliel.