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(End of last chapter: Jack continued to stare at her for another moment, but finally with a somewhat exasperated sigh he shook her hand. "Yes," he said, "We have an accord.")

"But just for tonight, you'll be in the brig." For a split second he could see outrage flash in her eyes, but then it was gone and replaced by a coolly indifferent mask, and he continued. "By virtue of the fact that you're here at all you've provided more than enough evidence that you're both traitorous and destructive, and to put it quite bluntly it would be foolishly irresponsible of me not to lock you up. I'm sure you understand. Ah, men?" Two scruffy men came up next to Kit and hoisted her up by her arms. Jack pressed his palms together and nodded his thanks, while Kit sighed quietly and shook her head.

"This is a mistake, Captain," she said dismissively, "That much I can assure you. The only thing you've accomplished is to give me time to plot my revenge." She smiled innocently at him as one of the men lifted the hatch. "I can take it from here, mate," she said pleasantly to him, "There's nowhere to run to anyhow. We'll let Captain Sparrow play his silly game." She smiled and glanced back up at the captain. "Sweet dreams!" He smirked at her as she disappeared below the deck, and as soon as she was out of sight let out an exaggerated sigh. Anamaria came up next to him with her hands on her hips and grinned.

"Lettin' another woman get the best of you, Jack? Shame, shame." She patted him on the shoulder and he smiled sarcastically back.

"Lest you forget, Ana, so long as you're a part of my crew you're under my orders," he reminded her. She sighed and put her arm around his shoulder, shaking her head.

"Sometimes I wonder if you'll ever learn. You may be a captain, Jack, but that doesn't necessarily mean you're going to be able to control all of your crew. Especially her. Just let her be." She patted his shoulder and walked away without another word, leaving Jack to wonder whether she was being serious or just a pain in the ass.

In the brig, Kit watched the pirates clod up the stairs and sighed as she plopped down on the damp floor. "What a night," she said aloud, though there was nobody around to hear her save a few rats scurrying around the crates outside her cell. She took a knife out of her boot and began tossing it into the air. "Abandoned one crew, found another, and got myself a treasure map and a new ally/enemy all in one go..." She trailed off and frowned. "It'll be interesting to see which one he turns out to be." She looked over at the pair of glowing eyes that were staring at her from the other side of the room. "Well, you could be dinner at least," she said to it, glancing at her knife only to find that it was so dull it most likely couldn't cut even her own flesh. "And that will never do." She chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip and glanced around for some way to get to her effects, which were on the wall outside her cell, but finally realized that there was none. Bored, she eventually resigned herself to sleep.

"Awk! Rise and shine! Rise and shine!" A cow bell joined the parrot in an obnoxious cacophony at a distance of what seemed like three feet from her head, and she covered her ears with a loud groan before being able to bring herself to open her eyes. When she did, she found an older man outside her cell, staring at her, ringing the bell, with a multicolored parrot on his shoulder. He stopped abruptly when he saw that she was awake, and unlocked her cell without a word before walking away indifferently. Yawning, she picked up her dull knife, stuck it back in her boot and followed the man lazily up through the ship. He stopped at the Captain's Quarters, and before he could say anything the doors opened and Jack was smiling cheerily at them.

"Thank you, Cotton," he said, and the old man nodded and went back to work. Jack smiled again and glanced at Kit, who was looking at him suspiciously. "Beautiful day, isn't it? Care for some breakfast?" He opened the doors wider so she could see the food on the table. "Come, come. Sit down." He turned and motioned for her to follow him. She glanced from the food on the table back up to the pirate in front of her with a tinge of suspicion.

"Did you do this for me?"

Jack laughed. "No, no, dear. Well, in a way, but not exactly because there was in fact a lot of food on y- I mean, the Viper. Anyway, the reason why the food is here is not what I brought you here to discuss."

Kit picked up an orange and began peeling it with her dull-bladed dagger. "And what would that be then?" she asked, sounding mildly intrigued. Jack grinned and rose from the table to pull a thick, dusty volume from off one of his various bookshelves. Pushing dishes out of the way, he set it down on the table and peered meaningfully at her over the spotty leather.

"I want to discuss this treasure," he said.

"Ah," she said, taking a bite of her orange, and leaned forward with a grin. "What exactly about it do you want to talk about? History? Value? Danger? Preparations, perhaps? Time frame?"

Jack leaned backward, slouching comfortably in his chair, and cleared a space on the table for his booted feet. "Everything," he said simply, and selected an apple from the basket of fruit. "Tell me all there is to know."

Kit laughed and Jack frowned. "I don't know," she said, popping another orange section into her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully for a moment and smiled. "But if I could spend some time with books and maps I believe I could make it all very simple indeed."

Jack gestured around, indicating the room at large. "By all means," he said. Kit glanced around, noting all the racks and shelves full of books and the maps stretched out on the walls.

"Most excellent," she said with a grin. Swallowing the last piece of orange, she reached across the table and picked up the leather book. The cover was streaked with dust and grime, but when she opened it she found that the pages were very much intact. "Beautiful," she said quietly, more to herself than to Jack. Looking up, she found that he had removed himself from the table and was now putting on his coat. She watched him with curiosity; after having let her out of the brig less than an hour before, it didn't seem likely or even smart that he would suddenly trust her alone in his cabin with maps and valuables and all his personal belongings. As if reading her mind, he paused in smoothing out the wrinkles and smirked at her.

"Don't worry love, I'm not leaving you unsupervised. The doors will be open all day and the crew will be on deck. If you cause any trouble, I will not hesitate to shoot you personally. Are we clear on that?"

"Aye, Captain." He smiled.

"Good. Well, good luck." He tipped his hat to her and wobble-sashayed out the door, and she turned her full attention to the book in front of her. She had a lot of studying to do.

The sun had nearly set when Kit emerged from his cabin and hoisted herself up on the rail, squinting into the horizon, a bottle of whiskey in her hand. She looked tired and a little ruffled, but somewhat pleased nonetheless. "We need to go to Tortuga," she said. Jack frowned a little.

"Oh?" he said. She swallowed a mouthful of whiskey and nodded.

"Aye. I need more extensive maps. I need more information. I need to talk to some people I know there and see if they can help us out. We're going to need everything we can get for this one." She sighed and held the bottle at arms length for a moment before tipping it back and taking another swig.

"Alright, Tortuga it is then. Just be sure it's worth my while to go all that way out of the way," he glanced meaningfully at her, "Savvy?"

"Savvy."

Yay! I finally finished it sorry it took forever I have really bad writers block and it's not going away but I'm still trying! I think it's getting better at least. Don't forget to review!