Author's Note hey guys.. sorry I haven't updated in so long. School stuff.. personal issues.. etc. Hopefully I can post a few more chapters and finish this up in due time.

Chapter Six Meeting With a Cat

After tenderly tucking the child into her bunk, Sam turned and slipped from the berth with a jingle of silver and gold around her neck. Once on deck, she carefully crept passed a snoring Mr. Gibbs who reeked of alcohol. Then, with something tugging at her heart, she raced back to her sleeping quarters and shut the door. She leaned against the oak door, breathing heavily. A half sob escaped her chest as she looked at the dozing little girl. How could she leave the child? Even if it was to be only for a few hours. Yet Felix demanded that she see him. They had to keep in touch as much as possible, he had said. Fear embellished her heart to bursting. With feet of lead she opened the door again and made her way off the Pearl.

With the Pearl to her back, she continued on down the dock to the busy street. Her mind was havoc as she went down the boardwalk and across a bridge. Why should she be returning to him? It was always the same. Physical and mental abuse she would receive. Her hand lifted and touched the white cut across her cheek. The scar would fade away in time… but the emotions tied to that mark would be harder to get rid of. But she tried not to think about it. She was Bloody Sam. She had built so many walls around her heart that she didn't even feel like a female anymore. But deep down, beyond the thorns and steel inside, she knew she was weak. It was the reason she continued to return to him… agree with him. She was ever bound to him with chains of fright.

It was a highly stuffed, silky, and sophisticated couch upon which the Captain Sparrow perched. He sat nimbly on the edge of the flowery chair and appeared to be grandly uncomfortable. Elizabeth seemed to enjoy it very much, as she laughed inwardly until she finally burst. "Jack, you don't have to worry about getting grease on my couches, for Ruthie is most excellent with stains!"

Jack nodded in brief thanks, and sat back into the chair, with hardly less anxiety on his tanned face.

"So what has brought Captain Jack back to Port Royal, I wonder," said Elizabeth Turner with a grin.

"Trust me, luv, if I could steer clear of this ol' town and you lovebirds, I would. And I was doing a grand old job of it too! It's been years," said Jack.

"Jack, you can't fool anyone. You're glad to be here," Will accused with a chuckle.

Jack looked around the drawing room. "Well I did miss this place," he said, gesturing at the finery. "I decided you two would love to see me again."

"Jack, dear, this is our new home. You haven't seen it before."

The sea dog blinked in utter confusion. Shaking his head, he replied, "well I would still take a hard bunk in the Pearl over any fancy pants house in Port Royal.

"So what really brings you to town?" Elizabeth said.

Jack smiled, and paused for dramatic effect. "I would be glad if you came and met my daughter."

Even though there was no answer, Jack thoroughly basked in their expressions of wonder and astonishment.

His sharp eyes examined her with appreciation. Sam knew that it was not a look of doting, but that of lust. He was Felix. Sly, biting black eyes swiftly took in everything without so much as a single blink. He sat on his chair, with the appearance of a devious predator. This was the reason Sam thought of a wily cat when she looked upon him.

"You have been keeping well, me beauty," said Felix, while his steely eyes never left her form.

"Thank you," Sam answered simply.

She shuddered inwardly as his long, spidery fingers swept across her rough ones.

"We have much to discuss on this fine afternoon," said the thin, crisply shaven man.

They were sitting at a round, crude table at the Python Ale House, in Port Royal. It was a tiny pub compared to Tortuga bars, but it was quiet, and there weren't many people there to overhear any of their private conversation. The only potential listeners were a few drunks snoring in corners or slumped in their chairs.

"So he believes it is his child then? There is no suspicion whatsoever?"

Sam shook her head slowly and averted her eyes. "He thinks she is his…"

"Very good then. All is going as planned. Now here is what I have in mind for later my love."

Author's Note I got lazy and shortened this. Lol there will be more in the next chappie though! Now please do me a huge and lovely favour and review! Do you love it, like it, hate it… ?