Glad to know there is some interest in this fic. I apolagize for the long wait for this chapter, which in my honest opinion isn't all that great. But I thought it to be humerous in some places, if you picture the great Jack Sparrow rolling down a flight of stairs...but that's giving it away when you haven't read the chapter yet, so Please read and review.

If I don't get much of a response, then I'll never know what you all think, so please please review!

I guess I knew that wandering off with that very, very attractive man wouldn't do me any favors.

When I rolled over the next morning, to find my thigh brush up against his naked body, I merely smiled and snuggled closer.

Then I thought 'If I were a lady what would I do?'

So, With I sigh, I dragged myself from the bed, slipping my clothes back on and shook him until he woke up.

He grinned up at me from the warm, safe, inviting bed, and I found I wanted desperately to return to it.

I raised my hand, and with a groan, slapped him hard across the face.

"What tha bloody 'ell was that for!" He shouted at me.

"You have no right to touch me like that, taking advantage of a lady.." I strutted around the room a little, before bending over in a fit of laughter.

He got up and looked at me as if I was insane "Right… well then… I'll be gone…" He started for the door. I groaned in frustration and pegged my shoe at his head.

He spun round "Now see here wench! Stop bloody throwing things at me!" He did a funny gesture with his hands.

I frowned in confusion "My father did say you were mad…." That explained it.

He looked at me oddly "Your father?"

I picked at some fluff at my dress "That's what I said isn't it! Do ye ever listen mate! You are utterly frustrating" I complained, switching from my normal way of speaking, to the ladylike approach that didn't seem to sit on my tongue too well.

Sparrow certainly was good for my tongue thought….

"An' who might that be?" He said trying to seem uninterested.

I smiled sweetly "James Rutherford"

He nearly fell over.

"What!"

" His name… is… James… Ruther…Ford!" I said slowly.

He hit his head against the door frame, again and again "Stop that ya bloody idiot!" I said grabbing his arm and yanking him into the room.

"I just bedded Rutherford's brat!"

I pouted " So… What of it"

"I just bedded Rutherford's brat!"

"I believe you mentioned that"

"You… You…. Did he send you here?" He said pointing an excusing finger in my direction.

"What? You think….. Ye daft …bloody… Imbecile! Me own father wouldn't send me off to sleep with a half witted …..scruffy looking…. Pirate! I did that on my own! Because stupid bloody Nicky is off courting some bloody tart Elizabeth… instead of me!" I shouted at him, reaching for my pistol to blast two rounded holes in his head.

I screamed in frustration when I realized my gun was gone. That's right. ...Lady...Damn.

He started laughing, a sly grin on his face.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I growled at him and picked up the piece of wood that he kept the door locked with, swinging it up and smacking him in the head with it.

He flew backwards from the force of it, unconscious.

I gloated for a second.Only a second.

I frowned. Damn, I might have just killed my only chance of getting Nicky interested in me after all…. Not that I wanted him to be interested. Because I have no feelings for him what so ever. Stupid little boy that he is.

I checked for a pulse. Nope, the damn bastard was still alive. I sighed, grabbing both of his legs and dragging him out the door.

I dragged him down the hallway, vaugley aware he was almost naked. Lucky for him, he'd managed to pull on some pants.

We soon reached the stairs. This could present a problem. Ok… I never got that saying, I mean, if it could present a problem wouldn't it already be a problem?

I suddenly got an idea. I pushed him into a sitting position, then pushed his back and watched him roll down the stairs.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

I winced a little with each thump, then stepped down the steps gracefully after him.

Grabbing his arms, I dragged him into the street, ignoring the stares of people, and occasionally stopping to give a friendly wave.

I spotted Nicky's ship, and smirked. He was still here. What a surprise! After the damage I had done to his ship……

I hauled Jack to his feet and tried to support him, walking hunched over I some how made it Nicky's ship.

"OY! Nicky!" I shouted, and he appeared looking somewhat frazzled.

"Jayde?"

I nodded, well tried to. It was kind of hard to move when you had heavy, unconscious, sleazy pirate on your shoulder.

Nicky was glaring daggers at me, so I said politely "Can I keep him?"

Now I had a plan. A very, very good, genius, brilliant plan. It would make Nicky jealous and want me back, even though he never had me, and I don't have any feelings for him, It would make my father buy me a name and set me up somewhere so I could be free of the Pirates life, and maybe…just maybe make Jack Sparrow my permanent puppet.

I always was the smart one.