Disclaimer- again, we don't own any parts of POTC, but I own Kila, Cano, and Robin…bla bla bla. Ok, you all know how this goes.

Chapter 4- The interrogation

Sighing from frustration, Kila pulled a few blankets off of jack's bed and plopped them on the floor. As she arranged them in a bed shape form, she could feel Jack's eyes burning into her back, watching her every move.

"So," Jack said, breaking the silence, "what be yer name luv?"

Damn, what was the name that Kila gave at the docks? "Kendall…Waters" she stuttered.

"Now, that not be yer name now, is it?" Jack slurred, proud of himself. "Ye didn't answer me right away; ye had to think about it first."

Kila turned around, eyes wide. Jack spread his arms in a kind of way to say 'sorry luv, I'm smarter than you think.'

Kila coughed and turned back around.

'Come on darling; just tell him your name. You seem to be stuck with I'm anyway' that annoying little voice said.

Kila sighed. "Kila Pemrell."

"Ah, now that is your name, isn't it?" Jack said, swaying over to where Kila stood. "Welcome aboard the Black Pearl Ms. Pemrell. I be your handsome, brilliant, charming and modest captain, Jack Sparrow, at your service." He made a very overdone and eccentric bow. Kila coughed again.

"So, where ye be headed?" Jack asked, sitting on his bed and beginning to take off his boots.

"Torguga." Kila answered without hesitation.

"Ah, I see. What ye be running from?"

Kila turned around again exasperated. "Why would I be running from something?" she asked.

"Because everyone who goes to Tortuga is trying to escape something in their life, savvy?" He raised his eyebrows and curved up one side of his mouth in a smirk.

"…that's none of your concern." Kila answered, the sting out of her tone. But then it was back again with her next sentence. "Why did you pull me aboard this bloody ship? Why couldn't you have just left me alone on the Sparkling Diamond?" She asked.

"Three reasons luv." Jack said, holding up three fingers. "Reason number one. Pirate. Reason number two. It gets mighty lonely on this ship with just me crew. And three, I thought ye to be a strumpet, and I thought that your business would be greatly appreciated elsewhere, mainly here, because Captain Rousseau is a great big git." Smiling, Jack went back to getting his boots off, and said "and this is not a bloody ship, I keep it very clean, thank ye."

"I AM NOT A WHORE!" Kila exclaimed.

'Just keep telling yourself that darling' said that stupid voice.

"Well, what else was I to believe, ye being the only gal on a ship?" he said, throwing his hands up. Not out of exasperation, but out of pleasure. This was a mighty feisty girl, and he rather enjoyed pushing her buttons.

Kila sighed, knowing that she couldn't argue with his point. "Do you have any night clothes that I can use?" she asked. "You never gave me a chance to grab mine."

Then she realized that her luggage was still on the Sparkling Diamond, and she felt a great pain in her side. Her clothes! Her toothbrush! GA!! She needed her toothbrush!

While she was pondering this, Jack had strutted over to one of the many chests in his cabin and had pulled out a fine looking nightdress. He sighed. He had rather hoped that Kila spelt in her birthday suit, but alas, not all dreams came true.

He walked back over to Kila, who still had her back turned toward him and draped the nightdress over her shoulder, taking care to stroke her shoulder in the process.

Kila shuddered under his touch, half from disgust, and half from excitement. She coughed and grabbed the nightdress.

"If you look, I swear I'll skin your hide, tar and feather it, and then light you on fire." Kila warned, and again assumed her position with her back facing Jack after she had seen Jack roll his eyes and turn around.

Of course, if a woman is changing in Jacks' room, he won't keep his eyes closed for long. He turned his year, excited to see her perfectly tanned flawlessly golden back.

But when he looked, a perfectly tanned flawlessly golden back was not what he saw.

Kila's back was indeed tanned, but it wasn't flawless. Instead, it had an uncountable amount of scars and bruises. Jack recognized the scar marks, they were from whips. He had doubtlessly whipped pirates from enemy ships, but he had never whipped men from his ship, or a woman for that matter.

And the bruises! They were not only on her back, but on her shoulders and upper arms as well. Plus, the colors ranged from black to purple to green to blue.

Jack winced at the sight, and then turned his head, probably for the first time in his life to turn away from a girl dressing. He then asked with pity in his voice "who gave you those scars?"

Kila twitched. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed that Jack's back was turned. Kila sighed, and then coughed, and sighed again. This was really not a matter that she liked to discuss. But, he wasn't looking at the moment…"My mum and Dad." She answered.

"Drunks?" Jack asked.

"Only my Dad." She answered back. She could hear the beads in the captain's hair clink together as he cocked his head to the side in confusion. "My Dad drank and either would beat me, or run through the streets naked screaming obscure things like 'limp noodles dry hard.' My Mother was so ashamed by his behavior, she took it out on me." she coughed again and continued. "So, I took it into my head to get away, that's how I got here. Happy now?" Tying the last tie on the nightgown, she turned around and examined her figure. The gown made her look like a ghost, white and flowing by her feet. It hugged her hips and chest, accentuating her curves.

"Do you have a hairbrush?" Kila asked.

Jack turned and again went to the same trunk and pulled out a whalebone comb.

"Do you have a whole warehouse stuffed in there?" she asked eyes wide.

Jack smiled, making her body tingle. "Why would I tell you, and spoil the surprises?" he asked, handing her the comb and placing his finger on her nose.

Kila smacked his hand away and sat down on her pile of blankets and started combing her long taffy hair.

Jack sat on his bed and propped his head up with his hand, watching Kila intently the whole time.

Kila kept coughing. "Damn," she said. "I may be coming down with a cold."

"I wouldn't doubt it, with them scars and bruises and all." Jack replied, a little bored with that conversation. He was having the time of his life, just looking her up and down, mentally raping her with his eyes. She was a beauty, and Jack couldn't understand what made her so much more attractive that all the other women he had meat. Maybe it was because she wouldn't let him touch her that made it so exciting, but he really didn't know. All he could tell was that he wouldn't be letting her leave him very quickly. As he kept gazing at her, his noticed something on her upper chest. "Is that a birthmark, Ms. Pemrell?" he asked.

Kila paused at brushing her hair and looked up at him. "Where?" she asked.

"On ye left breast." Jack said, pointing.

Kila's eyes narrowed. "Why were you looking there?" she said through clenched teeth.

'Why not?' answered her conscience.

'I've had enough of you.' Kila thought back.

"I wasn't looking there…much" Jack muttered the last word under his breath. "I just happened te notice it."

Kila looked down at the mark. "It's not a birthmark per say." She answered, and continued to brush her hair. "It just kind of appeared after me brother Robin died, about seven years ago. Why?"

Jack suddenly perked up, and became very interested in the conversation. He furrowed his brow and thought. "Well," he began, "it's just that it's in the shape of a flower…in fact, in the shape of a Lotus." He then began stroking his chin, pushing the braids in his beard dangling from side to side. "Peculiar".

Kila raised an eyebrow and continued brushing.

Jack studied her, and then laid down on his bed, attempting to sleep.

Too bad that sleep did not come easily to Jack that night, due to the fact that

1. There was an attractive young woman in his room and

2. She was coughing so loudly that he was amazed the dead didn't wake up from their eternal slumber.

Jack groaned, and pushed a pillow over his face. No, that didn't suppress the coughing.

"Enough 'o that already!" he said.

"I'm not doing it from my own ::cough:: amusement, you yellow bastard." said Kila.

Jack got out of bed, and moaned "guess I have no choice" then in a normal tone he motioned to Kila and said "come 'ere, and leave the blanket on the floor."

Kila stood up, warily, and walked over to Jack.

Then Jack opened a door that exposed another bedroom, smaller, but just as luxurious as his own.

"YOU TOLD ME THERE WERE NO OTHER ROOMS YOU SADISTIC PURPLE LIZARD!!!" Kila screamed, outraged.

"I said that when I wasn't bloody tired. A cranky captain creates a crappy crew." Jack said, and with that, he slapped Kila's rump and pushed her into the room, closing the door hurriedly. He could still hear her coughs, but thankfully, there was a think wall between them, blocking out most of the sound.

Sighing happily, Jack flopped onto his bed and fell asleep.

Yay! Ok, that's it! Your turn ash!

3 Hayley.

A/N: Ashlee and Melanie, please make sure that Kila keeps coughing… although it doesn't have to be as much as she was in this chapter. Gracias!