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Angry and humiliated Amber had at least been given a small cabin to sit in, it wasn't much but she was grateful for the privacy it offered, time on her own to mourn herself and what had happened to her. The shock was still overpowering. She was aboard the infamous Black Pearl and as far as she knew she was safe on it too or was she? Her thoughts wandered to Nork and his attempt at molesting her, and what of Jack was he as safe as what she was letting herself believe? Sighing she continued her restless pacing. Having no idea what was to become of her now that she and Jack had some sort of history. Would he still ransom her back to her family? Jack, why had she not suspected aboard the Hawk, how could she have? He had been so charming and so pleasant and all along he had been a pirate.

A gentle knock on the door snapped her from her thoughts, Mr Gibbs popped his head round the corner and offered her a smile.

"Hungry lass? The rest o us are eaten' thought you'd fancy some soup." he produced a steaming bowl of what smelled like chicken soup. Amber nodded quickly suddenly aware of her grumbling belly.

"That's kind of you Mr Gibbs." Taking the soup from him she sat down on the cabin bed and glanced up. "Can I ask you something?" the old man sunk a hand into a pocket and pulled a leather flask free.

"Aye lass, I'm guessing you've got questions and in all honesty so have I." Amber raised an eyebrow and took a tentative sip of the soup.

"You do?" she paused to enjoy the warmth on her tongue, "What would you want to ask me?"

"Well, who you is for a start, Jack tends to keep his business to himself, he hasn't explained you yet." Amber laughed suddenly much to the surprise of the quartermaster.

"Well Mr Gibbs, " she chuckled again at the thought of explaining Jack's 'gentleman' act on the Hawk. "I was aboard the ship that picked him of an island, said he'd been shipwrecked." she glanced over at Gibbs to give her an explanation, he grinned.

"Aye lass, six months back, he was marooned by some now deceased friends of ours." Amber frowned in amusement and proceeded to explain the rest of the story to Gibbs who in appropriate places would snigger of laugh or frown.

"So that's where the braids in his beard went." he slapped his thy and laughed, "well I'll be damned miss."

Amber grinned and set down her empty soup bowl,

"He had braids in his beard?" she chuckled, "I would have surly have known if he had kept them. She paused to shuffle back on the cabin bed, "So is he a bad man Mr Gibbs, should I be worried about what he's going to do with me?" although her tone was light and almost mocking there was a seriousness behind it, she really did want to know what was to be done with her. Mr Gibbs however saw the funny side and smiled.

"No lass, he's a good man and your probably safer on this ship now than you were aboard the Lacey." he groaned as he stood up, "If you liked him as a gentleman you'll like him ten times more as a pirate." he winked and made for the door, "I'm willing to wager a whole months gold on it. Speak of the devil might be worth you taking a wander to his cabin, says he want to see you."

Amber frowned at the closing door, surely if Jack wanted to see her he would have come down? Or perhaps not, after all he was the Captain, it still didn't sound right in her ears. Captain Jack, and what was his second name? The one he'd told her was irrelevant aboard the Hawk. Feeling a hundred times better after the soup she decided perhaps it was time to go and visit the bastered, hear what he had to say to her.

Stepping out into the passage, Amber peered nervously round each corner, the fear of bumping into Nork was beginning to really frighten her. She could hear feet above her and singing. Deciding that all the pirates were still in the galley following their supper Amber quickly rushed up the two flights of creaky steps and onto the deserted deck, deserted save one man, perched on crates and smoking a pipe Amber guessed he was taking the evening watch. Almost in slow motion he turned to look her over, a parrot sitting on his shoulder flapped its colourful wings and winked.

"Evening Lady, evening Lady. Lady aboard lady aboard." it squawked much to Amber's surprise. Giving the fellow a nervous smile she proceeded on to the front of Jack's cabin and knocked quietly.

"Aye, I'm in," the reply was in all ways exactly the same one she had received on their last night aboard the Hawk. Pushing the thought to the side she pushed the door open and stepped inside the dimly lit cabin.

"Was wondering how long it would take you to come along here to have a chew at my ears." he lifted his boots and landed them heavily on the large walnut table that graced one half of the room.

"I have no intent on chewing anything of yours Captain," her reply was sour, just the way she had intended. Jack glanced up from the bottle he was clutching .

"I believe it was a different story last time we met Lady, you were all willing to be chewing something then." he threw her a smug smile and slumped further down in his chair, Amber could only blush crimson and scowl.

"Indeed but that was a different person, not the person I see before me now." she lowered her eyes fearing he may see the hurt that had suddenly penetrated her face.

"I'm no different now that I was then love, save I had acquired some manners and a cleaner shirt."

"You lied to me." her voice was no more than a small croak of pain, she masked it was a hateful look, glaring at him with burning eyes.

"Aye I did, but for all the right reasons," shrugging he dragged his feet from the table and stood. "would your dear Captain have let me on the ship if he knew I was a pirate?" he held out his hands to encourage an answer, "No, I didn't think so, would you have been as decent as you were with me if you'd known." he paused again to get an answer that Amber had no intention of giving, "No I didn't think so either so thus I had no choice." he grinned a mouthful of gold at his explanation.

"You still had no need to woo me the way you did knowing that I had no way of seeing you again." From the drinks cabinet Jack snorted.

"I gave you my word I come see you again love, with every intention of visiting you in Debrine." he pulled a fresh bottle from the cabinet and peered at the label, apparently satisfied her stood up and closed the door with his foot. "I would have explained then what was going on but…" he frowned, "You managed to find me first."

"No!" Amber waved an angry finger at him, "I had no intent on coming aboard this ship, it was your men that dragged me over." she crossed her arms over her chest to continue glaring at him but he did not look over.

"Which men?" tugging the cork free of the bottle he threw it onto the table and watched it roll across and drop off the other side. Amber distracted for the moment watched it fall then turned her attention back to the pirate.

"The dark one, Nork I believe, and Sam." she said loosening her crossed arms and sitting back in the chair. Jack still didn't look over at her from where he stood but continued his gazing out of the large panelled windows.

"I'm guessing that's who did that to your face and neck." he mumbled glancing over with sorrowful eyes. Taken aback by his sudden concern Amber licked her lips and nodded.

"I'll deal with them tomorrow." he promised wearily before turning and seating himself back down opposite her.

"I'd rather you didn't say anything to them." Despite her fear and dislike for the pirates, causing trouble would surly only make things worse for her while she was aboard. Jack squinted over at her and lifted his bottle to his lips. He grinned into the opening of it.

"Cheer up Lady, no need to worry about being on here, I'll show you what real ships can do," he swallowed a mouthful, "Fourth cousin of the queen eh? Guess I wasn't the only one hiding something." He chuckled, "A pirate and a princess, your mother would have kittens love."

"I'm not a princess." Amber snapped back scowling at Jacks continuous grin, "You're loving this aren't you?" she demanded feeling ready to storm over to him and slap him into next year. His nodding did nothing for her incentives.

"You're a brute." Jack raised his eye brows at her insult. He set down the bottle and shook his head.

"If I was a brute darling you wouldn't be sat just there firing remarks, you'd be in my hold waiting and hoping your father was going to pay the fucker of a ransom I'd have on your pretty forehead." he held her eyes until she looked away.

"Apologies Captain."

"Were we not on first name basis last time we were together?" his question caught Amber off guard and she shrugged.

"Wither we were or not I think formalities are suitable for the moment." Jack's jaw tightened and he took in a sharp breath.

"As you wish Lady."

"Goodnight Captain, I trust you'll be letting me off at the next port?"

"Aye."

Jack watched her leave and sighed at the quiet click of the door as it snapped shut. It was just his luck to run in to her of all people. Lifting the bottle he took another swig and enjoyed the pleasant burn that raked down his throat. His thoughts wandered to the darkening bruises round her throat and to the small cut on her cheek bone. Nork, he shook his head at the mere thought of the bastered, always been a problem aboard the ship, always scrapping with someone, Jack wondered why he even kept him on. Truth was Nork was one of his best swordsmen, fought as well as three men in one but he was a bully and the proof was marked on Amber. God knows what he'd have done with her had Josh not fetched them to him.

Setting the bottle down he lifted his fingers to his temples and rubbed them tenderly, the onset of a headache was starting to throb behind his eyes. As his mind wandered he winced at the thought of Amber, was that guilt he was feeling? He hadn't meant to hurt the lass, far from it but he really didn't think she would fall so hard for him the way he was on the Hawk, a bit of fun he had convinced himself. It was beyond him why he had allowed himself to pick the most sensitive of the ladies aboard, he could have easily had one of the tarted up strumpets but he had picked the alternative, perhaps it was the challenge he had wanted, or perhaps it was because he wanted to make use of being a gentleman for a time, either way it had backfired on him. Not only did he succeed in kicking the girl when she was down but he failed also to get his trouser buttons anywhere near loosened.