[A/N- dear Ms. Sparrow, who goes into such length as to email me on this point, yes. I did have a loaded pistol pointed at Johnny Depp's balls. And you have no idea how much fun it was! Oh, and tell me I got Jack right on this one. It felt like I did, but I wasn't sure.]
Alinnya could only raise her eyes in wonder at the singularly most amused Jack Sparrow that ever climbed aboard the Death Flight in all her days there. They'd been in port at Bengale for a little over a day, and she had already taken care of, and was overseeing, the loading and resupplying of the ship. The box under Jack's arm worried her overly much, however.
"Afternoon, love," he swung over the rope to kiss her hard, nearly making her lose her balance. She sighed in mild irritation. She didn't enjoy his- sometimes very- public displays towards her. You could learn to live with anything, though.
"What is it?" she grinned, turning to continue counting the crates being loaded. He held out the box to her.
"You'll have to forgive me, I guessed the sizes."
"What's this?" she opened the box, revealing a very fashionable violet silk dress, with hairpieces, jewelry, shoes, all the trappings of a fine lady.
"Well, where I come from, love, they call that a dress. I'm told it's all the rage."
"I was aware of that fact, I was inquiring as to the occasion."
"Well, our kindly Governor Davis has invited the French Queen's Lady- in- Waiting, Alice Chantelle, and her escort, Captain Jack Young, to accompany him to a rather formal affair they are hosting this evening. I thought," he sat, biting into an apple he took from one of the crates, "that you should be properly attired."
"Jack-"
"Captain."
"Bastard," she growled. "My French isn't that good."
"You're just stalling. These are the English, love, none of them will speak a word of it."
"You better be damned glad I know anything about the French court," she snarled back, completely infuriated at his calm manner.
"I am," he gave her his most roguish grin, kissing her once more. "It's just a bit of fun, love. What can go wrong?"
"A lot, Jack!" she roared as he walked down the ramp.
"Captain!" he called back to her. "I'll have the carriage here at dusk. Don't be late!"
"Shite," she sighed in defeat as he disappeared on the dock, looking down at the dress in her hands. God, how he'd just added to her workload… what the hell was she going to do with her hair?