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Once I calmed down I realized that I had not a stitch of clothing on except the silver locket. I quickly dropped on the ground encircling my arms tightly around my knees, to make sure nothing was showing in the pale dawn light. I flinched slightly as my shoulder burned with a white hot searing pain.

"Somethin' matter with yer shoulder luv?" Jack asked, as if I weren't sitting here naked, stranded on an island with him. As if we hadn't been about to do... It!... But I wasn't about to start blushing now! Play it cool.

"WHAT IN THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING SPARROW?" I shout angrily at him. Okay not so cool, but all I wanted to do is jump up and wail him in that broadly grinning face.

"You seemed to be enjoyin yer self luv." Jack pointed out as if this was the most logical answer in the world.

"Give me your shirt Sparrow." I ordered in a quiet forced patience voice.

"Now why would I be doing that?" Jack asked, grinning more broadly than ever.

"Jack give me your shirt." I ask, a little more loudly.

"That's Cap'n Jack Sparrow." Jack says, clearly not so amused as he was a minute ago. So we were back to this Captain thing again.

"Your not my Captain, Sparrow."

"If yer gonna be ridin' in me Pearl, I am the Captain luv."

"I don't seem to be riding in any boat at the moment." I reply icily. Jack runs his fingers rapidly through his hair, glaring over at me. I glare up at him. Jack stomps over to me, drawing his sword. He looks menacing now, his sword pointed at me. I huffily bite back a scream of rage, I am naked!

"Perhaps you've never heard of my reputation?" Jack asks in a deadly soft voice. He bends down till he's eye level. He's so close. Too close. My breathing comes faster, I'm not sure if I am angry or... something else.

"Are you trying to threaten me, Mr. Sparrow?" I ask in a whisper.

"I am a pirate luv, and pirates do all sorts of things to innocent young women such as your self." He replies apparently inspecting his sword blade carefully.

"Who said anything about me being innocent?" I ask, and am rewared with Jack's head shooting up in surprise or maybe shock? Of course I've never really done anything with a man, but Sparrow doesn't need to know that. I tighten my arms more firmly around my knees, and make sure everything is covered up.

"So you know of the things that pirates do to women against their will." Jack says, slowly regaining that commanding air.

"I'm not worried." I reply cockily. Though of course their's a tiny part of me thats worried and scared... But just a tiny part. Jack runs the tip of his sword across my neck and down my arm, not pressing hard enough to draw blood. I shiver slightly against my will.

"All you 'ave ter do luv, is call me Cap'n." Jack coaxed softly.

"No." I say firmly.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"NO."

"YES."

Jack and me are both breathing heavily, and he's glaring at me. I am so tired, and my shoulder hurts so badly. And I'm ready to give up. I open my mouth to give in, but Jack stands abruptly and takes his shirt off. He throws it at me and turns around moodily. Wow. I slip the shirt on hurriedly. And sigh happily at its warmth. It's soft and smells like Jack, ocean breeze, cologne, and rum. I stand up my legs threatening to give out. Jack turns around briskly, and starts strolling in the opposite direction. I look after him for a few minutes and whistle to Patchs, who had been sleeping this whole time. And slowly we follow Jack out of the forest.

The whole crew was silent as they watched the two men who had come onto the island to row us to the Pearl, climb up the rope ladder. I am still only wearing Jack's shirt, and Jack had his coat draped onto him. Covering the muscular chest I knew must be hidden under the folds of the coat. I look miserably at the rope ladder, as Jack and I sit in the quaking row boat. One of us has to go first... I have nothing on but a loose fitting shirt that reaches my knees. If Jack went first then I'd know he wouldn't see anything. But I am not entirly sure I can make it up that ladder, my legs having given out the moment I sat down in this tiny boat. I send a despairing look over to Jack, who is still glaring at me confirming that he's still angry over my not calling him Captain.

"Peri! Are you coming up?" Asks a small wavering voice. I look up to see a messy brown head leaning over the edge of the main deck.

"Ben!" I shouted, terrified the seven year old would fall into the water, "Yes I am coming up, get back before you fall over board!" And that small, frightened voice made me stand and latch my arms onto the rope ladder. Poor Ben, I'd left him by himself alone on a pirate ship. I was the closest thing to a mother for him, and I've done mucked it up. And so with a withering glare sent to Jack, I started up the ladder.

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