A/N: Chappie 2 of the day!

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Chapter Eight: Talking Business

"Ye're a sly one, Sparrow," she says. He smiles back at her.

"Yer righ' though. No one can see us up 'ere," he says.

"So?" she asks, knowing full well what his intentions are.

"Well," he says, snaking an arm around her waist. "I was thinking we could. . ."

"Jack, I did wha' I did last night because I thought ye were drunk, that ye wouldn't remember anythin', it was jus' fun, an' it's no' happening again too quickly."

"Fun doesn' 'ave ter end though, love." Sage rests her head on Jack's shoulder, both looking out to sea. "Ye surprised me, love."

"Ay?"

"I feel somehow, like I've met me match in ye. 'Xcept AnnaMaria, and the odd whore, I've ne'er brought a woman aboar' me Pearl before. I didn' think ye were gonna be like ye are."

"Why not?"

"Well, I knew ye're a Captain an' all. Bu' I didn' think ye'd be as strong as ye are. Ye took them lashin's for Creal, an' yer no' wantin' nothin' outta yer relationships."

"Jack, you're a pirate, do you feel anything for any of the whores you've been with?"

"No."

"Am I a pirate?"

"Aye."

"Same thing. We're both the same breed Jack. You have met your match." Jack gave her a sly smile.

"Does this mean I've met someone who won' mind sleeping round?"

"Jack, unless you want to be pushed the forty feet to the deck, or into the sea, I suggest that you keep your dirty little thoughts inside your own, dirty little head," Sage says, poking him in the forehead.

"Alrigh', I won' tell ye me thoughts." Jacks leans in to kiss Sage's lips, but she turns her head and he kisses her cheek.

"Get back down on deck, Captain," she says playfully. Jack smiles begins to climb down the rigging, Sage slapping his rump as he goes.

Sage - glad she was now on friendlier terms with the Captain - and Jack - a bit disappointed that she wasn't willing – didn't see much of eachother for the rest of the day. Sage went about her duties, and Jack steered the ship, until evening was about to fall, and Jack calls her into his cabin. She goes in, to find him pouring over the maps, again. There's a pin stuck in the map, appearing completely at a random point in the middle of the ocean.

"Tha's the Isla de Cantar," he says, turning to find a bottle of rum. Sage looks at the map.

"And we're about here," she jabs her finger at a spot in the sea.

"Aye," replies Jack, holding out a bottle of rum for her. She takes it a little cautiously. "Jack, if you're thinkin' if you get me drunk tonight's going the same way as last night. . ."

"I'm jus' offering ye me rum, love," says Jack, taking a swig of his own. "How much de ye know about the treasure?" Sage sits down on the bed and takes off her boots.

"Admittedly, not a lot," she says. "I've heard, tha's there's a lot there, more than any man's ever seen. Bu' I doubt that because they've never seen it, so where that story comes from I wonder. We're only about three or four days away now, we'll find out soon enough."

"Aye love, about four days now."