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AN (4/6): I was all done with a lovely chapter already on Monday…but the power went out before I saved. I was at school, too, and our Deep Freeze system got rid of the backup. So, therefore, I'm starting over…which is depressing. But what can you do?

One Night Stands: Number Four

I'm sure I looked absolutely miserable the day I actually got to meet Captain Jack Sparrow. You know, tales of his piratical adventures over the years used to lull me to sleep. The only person my mother liked talking about more was herself. I think she liked Jack just as much as I do. Unfortunately, she died before she ever had the chance to meet him.

The world just isn't fair sometimes, is it? Oh well. Whether the world is fair or not, I did get to meet the man who'd been the main star in a majority of my dreams. And he'd looked exactly like I'd pictured him. Of course, he was a bit shorter than in my dreams…but it was still remarkable how close my vision of his face matched his face. Maybe my mother had seen him before or something and had planted the correct images in my mind…

Still, it was great fun actually seeing that timeless man in the flesh. Goodness, he was a god among men! I'd never seen anyone with such a perfect nose or such captivating eyes. My heart started fluttering a bit uncomfortably as I saw him start walking with that odd and uncomfortable-looking swagger of his. He seemed a bit put out…almost like he was storming out of the restaurant I had just been about to enter. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, actually, that he knocked me straight into the cobblestone streets of Nassau. I was nearly run over by a carriage!

It took him a moment to realize what he'd just done and, being the courageous individual he is, he jumped onto the street and helped me up, even though another black carriage was headed towards where we were.

It was almost like magic, the first time he touched me. Of course, he had bumped into me before…but that hadn't had any skin to skin contact. By touching my hand with his…I really felt like we'd shared something. He'd smiled slightly at me, helping me back onto the sidewalks.

I looked quite distressed. Why? Well, actually, I had just found my fiancé Jonathan busy consorting with his scullery maid, when I'd gone to visit his family's large mansion. That was enough to upset anyone, even if I didn't love Jonathan, right? I mean…I thought he'd respected me at least. He'd been eager enough to ask my grandfather for my hand in marriage. Of course, that could be because I was the sole heiress to my father's fortune. He and my mother had been lost in a horrible storm on a business trip. I hadn't wanted to marry Jonathan in the first place…but it was quite an insult to see him jamming his tongue down a maid's throat. I couldn't stand the injustice of it, actually.

Which is why I'd thrown a bit of a temper tantrum and had grabbed a "decorative" musket from above his fireplace. I fired a warning shot into his head. Jonathan, the stupid git, had kept a loaded musket in his home. He got what he deserved. Imagine…treating a woman of my wealth like that?

Anyway, after the scullery maid threatened to go tell the authorities, I bashed her across the head with the musket and put it in her unconscious hands. No one would ever know it was me. Even if it was, I could use my good looks and riches to get off the hook.

Still…I was very distraught after leaving his home. I couldn't stop shaking. I kept thinking that someone would say I was a murderess or something. Ridiculous. You would've done the same thing if you'd seen him with that woman, wouldn't you? I really hadn't noticed Jack much before I'd been knocked in the street. Not very surprising…but he did apologize profusely and offered to buy me a new dress.

How sweet of him! I'd smiled politely back and had said I didn't want a new dress. Then he'd offered to cheer me up by taking me to a tavern. Now, what woman could resist his charm? Of course I wanted to go and get drunk with him! Not only would I forget the blood that had splattered behind Jonathan (I'd taunted him first and ended up shooting almost directly next to his skin) and how the scullery maid had screamed, but I would be able to get to know the man my mother had told me about all the time as a child.

Life was perfect. Of course, I acted coy and he had to work to persuade me. Eventually he led me to the tavern. We got three sheets to the wind, his voice seemed just as slurry as ever…and sometime during the evening he rented a room for the night.

I'll never forget that night as long as I live. It didn't even bother me when I woke up and he wasn't next to me. Why? Well…he gave me a chance to forget what I'd probably end up hanging for. I hadn't thought about Jonathan since Jack accidentally pushed me into the street, too. It's always easier to pretend that you have no idea what someone is talking about during questioning, after all, when all you can think about are Captain Sparrow's magic hands and kisses.

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