"Now, look at this – what do you see?" Tudor asked as she put the finishing touches on a sketch and handed it to Jack.

He looked up at her quizzically. "It's an anchor." He supplied.

"And this," She said pointing to the bottom of the paper "is what the word looks like written. It starts with the letter 'A'. 'A' Makes an 'ah' sound."

Jack raised a brow. "Why did I agree to do this again?" He smiled crookedly.

"Because I'm very persuasive." She replied cheekily. "Now, look at this one."

"It's the Pearl." He said as if it were blindingly obvious.

"But what is the Pearl?" She fished for the correct answer.

He beamed with pride at the talk of his true love. "She's a galleon."

Tudor pinched her brow in frustration. "More generically?"

"A boat?" He suggested.

"Yes! A boat – See, this is a 'b'. It makes a 'buh' sound." She glanced over to see his slouching figure. "Sparrow, we have twenty-four letters left. You've got to pay attention!"

"Alright, alright – keep yer trousers on!"

She shook her head, a wicked grin on her face. "Things I never thought I'd hear you say, Sparrow . . ."

"Yer right, I take it back . . ." He said quickly, reaching for the button at her waistband.

She slapped away his hand. "Not until you learn all 26 letters."

He pondered this for a moment, then cleared his throat and straightened in his chair. "Let's get to work then." He said with determination.

Tudor smiled to herself, then finished her next sketch. "Right then – C is for . . ." She pushed the paper to him.

"That's me!" He declared.

"And you are . . ." He blinked twice, not sure what to say. "Infamous pirate Jack Sparrow."

"CAPTAIN!" He insisted.

"Exactly! C is for . . ." Before she could finish, a knock came on the door.

"What?" Jack bellowed.

The door cracked open and Gibbs' head entered the room. "We'll be in Tortuga within the hour Cap'n."

"Aye, good enough." After the boatswain's head disappeared again, Jack turned to look at Tudor, an avaricious gleam in his eye. "Might as well call it quits for now, eh?" He said, his gaze flicking to the bed in the corner.

"No." She said firmly. "You will know all 26 letters by the time we make berth in Tortuga." The threat in her tone was understood.