Author's Note: I've gotten a few reviews asking how to pronounce Kilie's name, so... here it is..

Kilie ( K-EYE-LEE )

I hope that this clears up any confusion. Alright you scabrous dogs! (hehe, I love talking like a Pirate!) read on!!! Or face the brutal consequences, and remember- Dead Men Tell No Tales!!!!!!

Also, big apologies for the long wait... September and October were very busy months for me... What with Renaissance fairs and me getting sick and College of course.... okay enough with the excuses. READ ON! * passes out Jack Sparrow posters *

-Squijim.

Chapter 6: What Could Go Wrong?

With the morning light came many hangovers, the only two people on the ship who seemed to be completely unaffected by this were Kilie and Jack- who had probably drunk more than any of them.

Jack strolled across the deck, smiling at the wide-open sea before him. They would be getting ready to make way as soon as the crew was sober and able to function.

Kilie was sitting on the starboard side of the ship, her feet dangling over the edge as she bit into an apple.

Jack walked over to her with his distinguished stride..... now whether he was drunk or not Jack always walked this way. Some said it was from too much sun, others said his brain was fried from drinking too much, while most said it was just from too many years at sea. (Personally I think it's a combination of all three.) Basically, the walk was just part of who Jack was and it made it easier to pick him out in a crowd, aside from his constant arm movement when he spoke.

He leaned over next to Kilie, tipping his hat slightly. "Mornin', luv. Ye feel alright?"

Kilie turned to him and smiled. "I feel fine, I'm surprised that you're so happy and chipper this morning what with all the alcohol you consumed last night."

Jack grinned and came within inches of her face, "I 'ave a strong head."

"Or a thick one." Kilie retorted with a giggle.

Jack furrowed his brow, his chocolate eyes narrowing. "Was that an insult?"

Kilie smiled devilishly, "Maybe."

Jack grinned, his eyes now focused on her lips. He took a breath, and brought his own lips a little closer, testing her to see if she'd back away..... or slap him.... Her choice, really.

Kilie made no attempt to resist his coming closer, her eyes were half closed, and she starred intently at his face. Jack slowly snaked his hand around her neck, stroking it gently. He was so close to her that all he could see were her bright green eyes, burning into his face like brilliant jewels. He made up his mind then, and leaned in to kiss her.

"CAP'N!"

Kilie and Jack both jerked and turned towards the doors that went below deck, Gibbs came running up the steps, huffing and puffing.

Jack rolled his eyes and dropped his head into his hands. He clenched his fist and slammed it into the wood; banging his head a few times in frustration. 'Dammit!' he thought. 'I was nearly there! Curse ye to hell Gibbs!'

Kilie smiled at Gibbs and jumped down from where she had been sitting, she nodded to him as he approached. "Morning Gibbs." She said lightly, turning her head to look at Jack. "I'll head to the helm and make sure everything's in shape." She called, acting as though the nearly steamy moment between them had never happened.

Jack stared at her and waved feebly, his eyes hardening as Gibbs came up to him.

"Cap'n! I been searchin' fer ya."

"What is it Gibbs?" Jack said with annoyance, closing his eyes as Gibbs spoke.

"Well... them six cases of rum ye brought from shore.... there not down below in the main hull anymore. I don't know what happened to 'em." Gibbs scratched the back of his neck nervously, he could see that Jack was irritated, but he didn't know why.

Jack opened his eyes, staring at Gibbs dumfounded. "Ye came all the way up 'ere an' ruined my chance te tell me that the RUM was missing?!"

Gibbs pulled back a little, staring at Jack. "Chance? What chance? I'm sorry if I-"

Jack placed a hand up infront of him. "Nothin' Gibbs.... It's nothin' I moved the rum last night to me own private hull."

"Oh... Sorry then Cap'n. I just thought that maybe ye didn't-"

"Well, I do." Jack interrupted.

Gibbs nodded, "Aye, Cap'n." he turned to go back below deck but stopped at the stairs and looked back at Jack. "Jus' out of curiosity Cap'n... what be the "chance" ye were talking about?"

Jack gave Gibbs a look of irritation. "Nothin' Mr. Gibbs, at least, nothin' that concerns you."

"Aye Cap'n.... I'll uh, just be goin' back below deck then."

Jack nodded and waved him off.

Jack turned and gazed around the ship, looking for Kilie. He found her at the helm, bent over the wheel, examining it. He smiled cockily and strolled up the steps, stopping right next to her.

"What are ye doin, luv?" He brought his face close to hers.

Kilie glanced at him and then brought her attention back to the wheel. "Making sure that the rudder change works, wouldn't want to get out in the ocean and then get stuck going one way."

Jack stroked her arm, trying to get closer. " I can always count on ye, luv. Yer more reliable than the rest of this bloody crew. Now, what say ye to continuing where we left off earlier, aye?"

Kilie turned around to face him; she started a little because his face was so close to hers. She picked up his hand, removing it from her arm and ducked under Jack, attempting to get away.

Jack kept his hold on her, spinning her around again to face him. "What's wrong, luv?"

Kilie quirked an eyebrow. "Nothing's wrong. I just don't understand why you're acting this way."

Jack gave her a surprised look. "Was I the only one who noticed that little warm moment we just had? Ye tellin' me that ye don't remember it? It wasn't more than a few minutes ago!"

Kilie's eyes glittered. "Oh, that... yeah I remember." She nodded her head, smiling. "Well... I'm off to take a quick nap before we set sail. See you later Jack."

"What?" Jack's face was confused and a little hurt.

Kilie turned and did sort of a half skip down the stairs, giggling to herself the whole time.

Jack watched her go. She seemed to be making it a daily ritual now to tease him... it was so bloody easy for her to resist him. He smiled to himself. The more she resisted him, the more intrigued he became. After all, he always did like a challenge.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Yer sayin' that Jack has the map to the Island of Black Sand?" the voice came from a figure of a man, leaning back in his chair, his feet resting on the table infront of him.

"Aye, Cap'n Bronze. I heard it with me own ears." Twigg said with a malicious grin.

"An' he's leavin' in the morning fer the Island?" Bronze fingered his pistol.

"Aye, Cap'n. First thing."

A dark and evil laugh escaped the lips of Captain Bronze, he gazed out at the window, the new morning sun was just about to rise. "Assemble the crew Mr Twigg, tell em' to have the ship ready to make way within the hour."

"Aye-aye Cap'n" Twigg bowed slightly and left the room.

"It's time for us to pay an old friend a visit." Captain Bronze pulled out a long, deadly sharp sword and ran his finger across the blade, smiling.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"Mr. Gibbs! Check the main sails! I don't want anything to slow us down today. Mr. Cotton, make sure those rudder chains are in order and working properly! Alright ye scurvy rats, prepare te make way!" Jack stood at the wheel, shouting his orders to the crew, his eyes glittering and his chest swelling with pride as he stared off into the horizon.

Kilie assisted Gibbs with the main sails, she could climb faster than he could and Jack Sparrow wanted nothing short of quick work that morning.

The Black Pearl sailed majestically out of the harbor, speeding off into the wide ocean, when they were a good 30 miles from shore, Jack ordered Anna Maria to take the helm, walking away to the bow of the ship.

He rested his hands on the edge, gazing out in the direction of the Island of Black Sand, though he could not see it, he knew it was out there and soon all it's treasures would be his for the taking.

"Careful you don't fall in."

Jack turned his head about, where the hell did that come from?

"Up here, Jack."

Jack gazed upwards, seeing Kilie hanging from the ropes under the sails, smiling at him.

"Was yer father part bloody monkey or somethin'?" Jack grinned.

A small laugh escaped Kilie's lips; she swung down to the deck, her feet hitting the wood lightly. She came and stood next to him, staring down at the water splashing and creating small waves at they sailed onward.

"What were you thinking about?" Kilie asked, running a hand through her long red hair.

Jack glanced from her to the horizon again. "About all that gold, just waiting fer someone to take it and make it their own."

"How much is supposed to be there?" Kilie turned to face him, leaning back against the railing.

Jack smiled, "More than ye could ever count up in that pretty red head of yers, but none of it comes without a price."

Kilie cocked her head, intrigued.

Jack continued. "Finding the Island is the easy part, the real work will begin when we try te get the Gold. Ye see, the gold is all hidden in 13 large treasure chests, which all happen to be under water; an fer anyone who's tried to drag a full treasure chest to the surface, knows it takes some time and skill. Not to mention the fact that in order to get to the chests, ye have to find the tunnel that takes ye to the underwater cove where the gold lies- this makin' any sense luv?" Jack quirked an eyebrow.

Kilie nodded, her eyes narrow as she visualized a mental picture for herself.

"The tricky part is managing to survive the drop and still keep yer boat in one piece."

"Drop?" Kilie repeated curiously.

"Aye, there's a long drop straight down into the cove where the treasure's at, ye can smash yer boat jus' tryin' to get through."

Kilie breathed in, this was going to be a bit tougher than she'd first thought.

"Not as simple as one would imagine now is it?" Jack ended with a slight laugh.

Kilie smiled with him, "No it's not." There was silence between them for a moment before Kilie spoke again. "Jack, are you entirely sure that this was a good idea?"

Jack gave her an odd look. "What makes ye say that?"

Kilie shrugged. "I don't know... I just had a feeling..."

Jack laughed and placed a hand on Kilie's shoulder. "Not te worry yer pretty little head, luv. We've a full supply of food, plenty of rum, the ship is running superbly, an' there's not a soul that knows about the map or of our business... what could possibly go wrong?"