I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. It's okay, don't cry. I know it's hard t'handle when first ye find out such a sad sad fact. But I promise ye, after the third day, ideas start to form in yer head. None of 'em logical, those don't come 'till at least the fifth or even sixth day fer the slower of us. Then, they become plans. Aye, I may not own Pirates of the Caribbean now, but give it three hours, six minutes and forty-two seconds and I shall be tellin' ye different!

"I need clothes."

"Ye've got clothes."

"No, I haven't. I've got your clothes."

"What's the matter with me clothes?"

"Nothing. I just can't live in your clothes forever."

Jack regarded Christina, a smile twitching at his lips as he sat with his feet on his desk.

"What's the matter with living forever in me clothes?"

"Jack!"

"Alright! We'll get ye some clothes."

And that was how it happened. That was how Jack was tricked into letting Christina drag him around Port Venesula's shopping district.

At first, he had tried to convince her that Anna and the other girls would have dresses she could borrow. Such had been a futile attempt for obvious reasons that remained elusive to him. Finally, he had given in.

Now, he was in a boutique.

A boutique of all God forsaken places.

"What do you think of this one?" Christina asked, holding up a long sleeved rose pink dress to herself for his observation.

Jack grunted in response, too busy spying out the boutique's front window to be sure no one could see him inside. It was something like this that could ruin his reputation as one of the most fiercesome pirates the world has ever seen forever. He would become that pirate who was once famous and feared and now had a fetish for women's clothing. Gossiping was a terrible thing.

Christina imitated his grunt. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Sighing, Jack turned to study her properly.

"The colour does nothing for yer skin tone. The blue ribbon clashes too much with the white lace on the bodice. I highly doubt ye'd be able ta fit into that corset and, unless yer planning on growing a few inches taller tonight, you're too short for the skirt. The fabric doesn't look like it would breathe, ye'd probably faint if it got too hot. And, I'd say it'd be a tad too ambitious of you to try and fill out that neckline with yer bust size."

Christina's face fell. She put the dress back.

"There had to be a more diplomatic way of going about that," she informed him bitterly.

"Well, ye did ask, luv. Just thought I should tell ye the truth."

"Thanks for that," Christina replied dryly.

She sighed and reached for another dress, this time, a tight fitting, sleeveless turquoise number.

"What about this one?"

Jack rolled his eyes.

"Again, the colour would make yer skin look pasty. It's sleeveless, ye haven't got the arms fer that. And ye'd need a longer neck to make the best of the high neckline. The-"

"Jack!"

"What?"

"How is it that you can be so offensive over a simple dress?"

"How is it that ye can ask a question and then beseech me fer answerin' it honestly?"

"Because you're not really supposed to have an opinion on these things! A simple 'Yes, that looks lovely' or 'The colour brings out your eyes' would do fine!"

"So now I'm 'sposed to apologise fer havin' an opinion, is that it!"

"I can't shop with you," Christina sniffed.

"Thank God fer that. I'll be right back!" Jack spat.

Christina stared after him as he left, not sure if he was coming back or not. The menacing looking woman at the counter glowered as she stood awkwardly in the middle of the store, at a loss as to what to do.

"Are ye buyin' or not?" the woman snapped.

Christina smiled nervously.

"Buying... I hope."

"Well, hopin' don't do anythin' does it? Buyin' or not?"

"Buying," Christina replied as confidently as she could and the woman nodded in approval.

Jack returned five minutes later, pushing a puzzled looking Anna by the shoulders in front of him.

"There ye go. Shopping partners fer life," he informed them.

Anna's eyes lit up at the word 'shopping'.

"Here's some money. Buy what ye will. I'll be at the bar 'cross the road," Jack told Christina sharply, dropping a heavy pouch into her hand. Upon opening it and looking inside, Christina's eyes widened.

"Jack this is too much!" she told his turned back as he left the store for the second time.

He only flicked his hand over his shoulder in response as Anna put a hand over Christina's mouth, grinning wickedly.

"Let's go shopping, shall we?"

And they did.

Christina felt like a china doll Anna was having fun dressing up for the next two hours, trying on things she wouldn't dream of wearing even in the privacy of her own home.

"I like that one," Anna informed her as she emerged wearing a shamefully short and low cut green dress with puffy sleeves.

Christina bit her lip, debating as to how was the best way of telling the prostitute that she disagreed without insulting her.

"It's not really my style..."

"But it suits ye perfectly!"

Christina tried to not look to resentful at the words.

"Hmmm, maybe after I've lost a few pounds."

"Ah, I get it. Ye're one of the girls who always think they're overweight no matter how tiny they are," Anna shook her head in disgrace, her blonde curls bobbing with the movement.

"Yes, one of those," Christina agreed abruptly, pleased with the easy escape as she ducked back into the dressing room.

Eventually, they exited the store with nine dresses, most of which they had agreed on.

They strolled into the bar where Jack had been drinking and waiting. Drinking being the more notable activity of course, Christina could tell by his even more drunkenly stance as he stood talking with another man.

"Here's your change," she told him, handing over the considerably lighter and smaller pouch.

"Oh, so ye've left me something fer food, eh?" he asked sarcastically, jingling the pouch by his ear and showing his disappointment at the result.

"Tell 'er she's not fat, Jack," Anna demanded.

"Why would she need me t'tell 'er that?" Jack frowned.

"'Cause she has it in her mind that she is, ye fool."

Jack turned his frown on Christina.

"Although I am not responsible fer any insecurities that ye may 'ave, I will tell ye that ye are not on the large end of the scale as far as bodies go."

"...Thanks, Jack," Christina accepted.

Christina turned to regard the man he was talking to and fell silent at the same moment. Brown eyes gazed at her behind wisps of ash blonde hair. He was a pirate, the fact made obvious by the cutlass and revolver hanging from his belt. But, like Jack, as far as pirates go, he was clean cut and... well, clean in his white shirt and black trousers. Christina guessed him to be a few years younger than Jack and a few years older then herself.

"Jaxon!"

Her studying was interrupted by Anna's shriek of recognition.

"Anna!" Jaxon grinned in reply as she leapt into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"This is Jaxon. An ol' friend of mine," Jack introduced slurringly, "And this is Christina, the royal pain in me arse."

Christina glared at him as Jaxon laughed.

"Pleased to meet you, Christina," he smiled, offering a hand that she shook, instantly all smiles again.

"The same to you," she returned sweetly.

Jack lowered his brows. She hadn't been so pleasantly responsive when they had met.

"So, how is it that Jack is keeping company with a beauty such as yourself?" Jaxon asked stirringly.

Christina wrinkled her nose at Jack.

"Abduction. Could there be any other plausible explanation?"

Jaxon, Anna and Christina laughed as Jack rolled his eyes.

"I'll 'ave ye know that there are women dyin' t'be in the position ye are now, luv," he told Christina.

Christina ignored him. In his drunken state, Jack was incredibly vulnerable to the strange and rarely sensed feeling of jealousy that beckoned him as he watched Jaxon and Christina chat. He brushed it away. Maybe this would mean the minx would be taken off his hands.

Five hours later, the bar was in full swing. In Port Venesula, that meant that there were at least five separate physical fights in progress, fifty or so couples joined incessantly at the lips and more rum at one table then the entire population of occupants could drink without passing out.

Somewhere in the haze of drunkards, Christina and Jaxon sat at a table, leaning close as to hear what the other was saying above the ruckus. In perfect view of Jack as he sat at the bar, chatting to the bartender.

"He took you to a brothel for dinner?" Jaxon chuckled as Christina nodded.

"He even had the gall to refer to it as a 'cultural experience'," she told him, laughing at it now although it had infuriated her the night before.

"Only Jack could come up with that and expect it to save his hide," Jaxon smirked and Christina nodded in agreement.

Jaxon narrowed his eyes at her thoughtfully.

"So, you were the lass who was going to marry the Commodore, aye?"

"Was being the key word. If Jack had just let me be, I'd be married right now."

"You sound resentful at him for it. Surely you'd be thankful?"

Christina tossed a look over her shoulder at the pirate in question, rolling her eyes when he quickly turned away from her and back to the bar.

"I suppose so," she shrugged.

Jaxon frowned.

"Have you actually thanked him?"

"...No."

"Oh..."

"Would you like to go somewhere?" Christina asked abruptly.

Jaxon's eyes widened.

"I don't think that's the best idea."

"Oh good."

"What?"

"I was making sure, since you are a pirate, that you weren't going to get me drunk and then take me someplace. Just being sure, that's all," Christina told him, a smile twitching at her lips.

"I assure you I wouldn't do such a thing," he chuckled.

Jack hoped insanely that Christina did not think that he had been staring at her like some fool. He had only been glancing. For the thirtieth time maybe, but it was still just glancing.

"Hi, Jack."

Jack turned his head to see yet another old friend.

"Well, if it ain't Miss Jessica Field. How are ye, luv?" he asked the short redhead as she sat down in the stool beside him.

"Fine. I was waiting for you to come back," she purred, leaning towards him to kiss his cheek softly.

Jack smiled crookedly and took another sip of his rum.

"Changed yer profession, lass?" he asked, nodding at her short dress and her hand on his thigh. When he'd left, she had been a seamstress. A young one at that. He had been gone longer than he had thought.

She smiled.

"The money was no good. Besides, I enjoy this a lot more," she told him seductively.

"Is that so, luv?" he chuckled as her hand skipped further up his leg.

Anna watched Jack and Jessica and Christina and Jaxon from behind the bar. This was not good. She started towards Jack and Jessica then stopped and doubled back, heading towards Christina and Jaxon. Then stopped. There was nothing she could do.

"Do you want another drink?" Jaxon asked Christina as she finished off her glass.

"No. I think I've 'ad enough," she hiccuped.

Jaxon chuckled.

Christina turned back to the bar and sighed. Jack was a fool. Did he really want to broadcast to the world that he was keeping company with the whore that hung freely off him? It was like he thought he had become victorious in getting her to be willing to sleep with him. Like the only way she would even consider sleeping with someone else was if they paid her.

She was a whore, for God's sake.

"Something bothering you?"

Christina spun around to face Jaxon again, almost toppling her chair over in the process.

"What would make ye think somethin' like that?" she asked accusingly.

"You keep staring at Jack and the girl, that' all," Jaxon shrugged, finding her envy amusing.

"I do not," she argued.

"Okay," Jaxon agreed with her.

With that cleared up, Christina turned back around to stare at Jack and the girl.

"I thought you said you weren't staring."

She sighed, shoulders slumping as she turned back around.

"Alright, alright. No staring."

"You wouldn't want to appear as desperate, would you?"

Christina started to shake her head and then caught herself.

"What would I 'ave t'be desperate about?"

Jaxon shrugged, feigning cluelessness.

Christina narrowed her eyes.

"Did y'still not want to go somewhere?"

"Jack, did you want to go somewhere?"

Jack shook himself awake. He turned to see Jessica was gazing at him with suggestive expectance.

"Sorry, luv?"

"Did you want to go somewhere?"

It was the next action he made that Jack could not explain. To be sure, to say he had turned to look at Christina numerous times already that evening would be an understatement. But it was the fact that he chose that particular moment in time to do it again. Like his answer and decision was pending on her. Her green eyes sparkled as she brushed strands of her hair out of her face and leaned forward.

But her eyes were not sparkling at him. They were sparkling at Jaxon. She did not think enough of all he had done for her to care nor even realize that he was about to walk out of the place with a prostitute.

"Jack?"

Jack turned back to Jessica, a forced smile on his face.

"Where did ye have in mind?"

Anna watched sullenly as Jack left with Jessica and a few moments later, Christina left with Jaxon.

This was not good.

And there's chapter six... Sorry about the way it turned out, with Christina and Jack leaving with different people and all. Please review, aye?

Ailuro: Ha, ye liked the cultural experience bit too, aye? It was a bit of an after thought. I'm glad someone noticed it. And yes, the aneurysm bit. I debated putting that in when I was writing it. But then I thought, if only a handful of people knew about aneurysms back then, Jack would be one of 'em. And Jack's vocab isn't really that of a normal person so I thought he could pull it off. Obviously not, sorry! And I'm hoping that this part didn't get too soppy. I tried. To make sure it wasn't soppy, I mean. Thanks for the reviews anyway, aye. It's good to get some constructive criticism!

jennifer123: Yes, the pirate thing is very contagious. I always find meself sayin' 'aye' and 'mate'. Nah, it's fine about the anonymous thing. I'll work it out. Glad ye think the story is getting better as it goes. Always good t'know! Oh, by the way, congratulations on bein' one of Jack's whores!

Karibbean: Hope ye liked this one too! I'm going to try my best to keep the standards up. The last part took me three attempted starts to get going and this one took me four. It's hard work! Thankyou!