Chapter 5

Jack looked up to place the face with the voice.  It was the boy from the docks.  The boy that had called Will 'Uncle Will'.  He slowly stood up, ever so watchful of the boy and the sword.  With out his eyes leaving Jack, JJ reached down and helped his mother up.

"JJ, put the sword down." Madeline said sternly as she brushed her skirts off.  When he refused, she yanked the sword out of his hands.

"This is your son?" Jack asked, looking between Maddy and the boy.  Madeline looked at Jack.

"Yes.  JJ say hello to Captain Sparrow."

"We met down at the docks.  What does JJ stand for Maddy?" Jack asked.

Panic surged through her.  Praying that JJ would keep his mouth shut.  "It's his name Jack.  JJ and that's it." She turned to look at her son who was still keeping a cautious eye on Jack.

"Did you do what I asked you to do JJ?" she asked.

"Yes mum.  Everything is done."

"Good, now run along home and I will be there shortly." JJ looked up at his mother.

"I thought we were having dinner at Aunt Elizabeth's."  Madeline sighed. 

"Run along to Aunt Elizabeth's and stay there.  Savvy?" she said.  Without realizing her choice of words.  She looked at Jack who was watching with a raised eyebrow.

"Savvy mum." JJ said and ran off.

"Interesting choice of words Maddy love." He said, reaching for her arm.

"Jack, please let go." She could feel the warmth of his hand through the sleeve of her gown.  It had been too long since she had felt his touch.  She craved it.

"No.  I will not let go.  Now come along, I'm sure dinner is waiting."  Jack steered her towards Will and Elizabeth's house but she held back.

"Why are you here? In Port Royal." She asked.

"My ship needs repairs.  I had no idea you were here.  But now that I know you're here, we have plenty to talk about."  He pulled her tightly against him.  She put her hand on his chest to brace herself.  When she did, she could feel the muscles contract from her touch. "I've missed you Maddy love.  I've wondered what happened to you all these years."  His face began to lower towards hers.  Madeline felt her breathing shorten.  His lips just mere centimeters from hers.  Her body ached for his.

"Is there a problem here Mrs. Skye?"

Madeline turned in Jack's arms to see Commodore Norrington standing there with a small regiment of troops.

"Bloody hell." She heard Jack mutter under his breath.  Madeline realized she was still holding the sword and hid it behind her in the folds of her skirt.

"No, not at all.  Jack and I were just talking."

"Jack?" Commodore Norrington asked questioningly.

"Um, yes."

"Good day to you once again Mrs. Skye."  He eyed Jack as he continued on.

Jack turned Madeline around to face him once again.  Fury in his eyes.

"Mrs. Skye?"