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Moulin you always make me pee my pants with laughter! Yes Elizabeth does always get whats she wants! Sorry this chapter took so long, i've been a busy bee this week so ive made it long, hope it doesny make you bored. Thanks also to Untouchable! YEEEEE your back! and capatinme and blackcharityflint thanks loads for your reviews!

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Sasha could do nothing but accept the fact she was being herded out of the tavern by who she presumed to be the pirate that had caught her stare. The door slammed heavily behind her as she finally came to a halt on the dusty street. He removed his hands from her shoulders and allowed her to turn round.

"What the hell are you doing!" she demanded jamming her fists onto her hips and glaring at him with malice. Not a flicker of emotion crossed his tanned brow as he levelled her stare.

"Who are you?" he asked, his eyes squinting over her face. Sasha swallowed unsure of how much of a threat he was to her, her jaw tightening she refused to answer.

"Who are YOU? Pushing me out here and demanding my name. Its rude." she watched as a charming yet cold smile crawled across his mouth, he bowed slightly holding her eye the whole time.

"Jack Sparrow," he lifted a finger to wave it under her nose, "Captain."

Sasha stifled the laugh that near burst out of her throat.

"You? Jack Sparrow?" the laugh escaped at last, "I don't think so." The pirate seemed to take great offence to this, his eyes widened and he took a glance down the full length of his body making sure that he was who he said he was. Sasha shook her head still amused, she had never actually seen Sparrow herself but she had heard stories about him. A handsome man with the strength of a thousand, the face on an angel and a black sailed ship, faster than any other ship in the Caribbean. The man who stood before her didn't so much as look sane let alone respectable, his hands were never at peace, fingers curled and uncurled on hands that danced in air. He was a rouge, shabby and very drunk and not that much taller than herself

"I'm glad you're amused love," he commented, "But I still have been deprived of your name and what you were doing at the Turner's wedding." his finger waved dangerously close to her face. Taking a step back she snorted.

"Same thing you were doing I expect." She took a meaningful glace at his grime smeared hands.

"I knew it!" one of those hands shot out and clamped round her elbow, "You thieving little gypsy!" Sasha was somewhat shocked at his sudden anger, she hadn't expected it and flinched at the sudden movement.

"No more a thief than you." she replied bringing her own hand up to prise her fingers from her elbow.

"I thief I am, but I not at that wedding. Your in big trouble darling," he grasped hold of her again and began to march her down the drunk ridden streets. As much as Sasha tried to pull away his grip only tightened.

"You let me go, you hear! I'll scream blue murder if you don't." she clawed at his hand and he ignored her completely striding on towards the docks.

"What's you name love?" he turned to her at last, ironically standing in front of her own ship.

"I'm telling you nothing until you tell me exactly what's going on." she pulled her arm free at last, feeling for the first time fear prickling the back of her neck. The pirate tipped his head to the side and regarded her with interest.

"That wedding you so quietly sacked happened to be my dear friends and guess who got the blame." he paused to grin at her, "That's right I did. You fouled my name with them."

"What name?" she snapped crossing her arms over her chest to glare at him.

"I told you my name love," he shrugged and motioned towards the ship anchored next to her own, "There's my proof, however you'll be admiring it from the inside, the brig to be precise." he grabbed hold of her again with the full intention of dragging her onto the Black Pearl. Sasha was completely dumfounded as she stared up at the eerie ship.

"No." she waved a hand at his face, "No way, I'm not getting on their with you." she turned her back and tried to storm away but he had a good grip and one that wasn't near letting go.

Jack rolled his eyes already bored with the whole episode, he wanted to get back on his ship and drink himself into a stupor.

"Stop making this difficult. Your coming back to Port Royal with me to clear my name." he pulled her with some force onto the deck of the Pearl and grinned when she landed heavily on her knees in front of him.

"Are you crazy? They'll hang me for sure!" she picked herself up and stared at him wide eyed, Jack only smiled feeling particularly well pleased with himself for catching the strumpet. He shrugged.

"Perhaps I am love, but I have no reason not to hand you in and unless you give me one…." he glanced quickly down her full length, "I'm completely inclined to watch you hang." he shouted over his shoulder and from the helm another man appeared.

"Your going to shoot me in? We're both pirates!" her voice had now taken on a new edge of panic as she struggled to contain her fear. Jack tipped his head back and looked at her through narrowed eyes.

"Aye, we are, but I had one night to prove myself to those landlubbers, one night to try and get bloody Norrington off my tail and you screwed it up for me good and proper." he grinned his gold teeth at her and she lowered her eyes feeling suddenly in despair.

"Don't do this." she murmured as the other man gripped her by the wrists ready to haul her away to the brig.

"Give me a reason not to." he challenged, "One that's worth me having the royal navy chasing my ass and my friends thinking I'm a traitor." Sasha met his eyes and her silence said enough. He'd walked off before she had a chance to beg further and as she was dragged without mercy down into the brig of the ship her thoughts rested solely on her own stupidity.

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Jack finally shut himself in his cabin, eager to find the bottom of some bottles of rum. He growled with irritation as the door rattled not two seconds after he had managed to get his butt in a seat. Ignoring it seemed not the answer when it rattled again.

"I know your in there Jack! Open this bloody door!" Anamarie. Jack closed his eyes, she was the last thing he wanted. Ignoring the door rattling was once thing but ignoring her voice was another.
"JACK Y-"

"Alright! I'm coming!" standing with the grace of an elephant he stormed over to the door and opened it, she burst in knocking him heavily as she stormed passed him.

"What is that in the brig!" she demanded glaring up at him with burning eyes. Jack feared no man but then Ana was not a man and her rage when it chose to show in random bouts was something he would normally sidestep and try and hide from. Not now however, she had him corner

"Business." he offered weakly rubbing his temples.

"Business?! Jack you promised us some time off! Why am I getting the impression you've made your own plans?" she stabbed him in the chest with a finger he shrunk back. She was right, he'd promised them time and time again some time off, and each time some business cropped up.

"Ana, not the time love," he turned his back and wearily sat back down. This enraged the woman further and she snatched the bottle from his hand as he made an effort to bring it to his lips.

"Jamaica you said. Shore leave. We're not slaves Jack, its been years since we had our own time." she raged on and Jack managed some how to blot her out. "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!" Perhaps not the brightest of Jack's ideas to shake his head but never the less he did it anyway and received a clout across the cheek in reply.
"Ana, give me peace!" he stood rubbing his cheek moving away from her to flop down on the bed. Bloody woman never just let things go. Sighing he eyed her from where he lay.

"The lass is the wench that sacked Will's wedding, she's my bargain at getting Norry to give us a proper pardon." he waited expecting her to explode all over again, instead she sighed.

"Jack we need some time off, I need time off, YOU need time off, its just one thing after another." her dark eyes burned into his, she reached out to rest a hand on his leg.

"After this I promise…" his voice trailed off as he realise she'd heard it all before. "Look, its only going to take a week or two. Can you hold on that long?" Ana sighed and shook her head.

"I don't suppose I have the choice." she muttered pulling dark strands of hair from her eyes and meeting his gaze, "If you disappoint me once more Jack I'm off this ship." Jack chuckled, he'd heard that before, Ana could threaten him as much as she wanted but the truth was, she needed him more than he needed her.