A little geography lesson fer ye. The Caribbean Sea lies below Cuba and Jamaica and above Costa Rica, Colombia and Venezuela and is considered part of North America. Now, I only realised it was an actual place when I saw the movie and I think it's a little sad that I, doing a tourism course at TAFE (Australia's cheap version of university), just found out where it actually was today. So I figured everyone else should know too. There, I have peace of mind and we all learnt something new today... I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. That was the main point of all that.

"Her name was Hope. An' I knew straight away that if Hope was truly our only hope then it would be a sad, sad day."

Christina blinked at the strange scene before her as she opened the Captain's Cabin door into the hall.

Jack glanced up at her from where he sat on an overturned crate. Sitting crossed legged on the floor around him was half a dozen or so children, ranging between the ages three and twelve and listening eagerly to what the pirate had to say.

As Christina rubbed her eyes to be sure they weren't deceiving her, Jack continued his apparently enthralling story.

"So, me and the crew took Hope to Isle de Timura with the King's finest riding on our coat tails. There, we were met by a magical mist that caused our pursuers to lose sight of the Pearl." -Jack's eyes narrowed and he made floaty movements in the air with his hands, grinning at the toddling girl at his feet- "We cleverly evaded the Navy and made our way to the middle of the island where the Mora Mora people and their Chief were waiting fer us. Realizing the enormity of the situation, they prepared fer the ceremony as quickly as they could. By now, Hope had given up fighting and chose to accept her place as Chiefess, to rule the Mora Mora people beside her true love."

One of the young boys made a face and rolled his eyes and Jack, noticing this, shook his head and tisked, "One very important lesson ye'll learn whether ye like it or not, lad, is that true love is the only thing worth livin' for... Besides treasure, rum an' freedom but that's another lesson on it's own. So, where were we? Ah, yes. The ceremony. The Chief, his name was Awguilla if my memory serves me well, was just about to hand over the Enchanted Sword and the Orb of Truth t'Hope when the Navy showed 'emselves again, having been searching fer us fer hours. Without chance fer anyone to speak, Awguilla received a bullet t'his heart and fell t'the ground."

A squeak of shock was heard from one of the girls and Jack nodded sadly, marking the cross over himself.

Christina rolled her eyes. The cross was a little rich.

"God rest his soul, he died a few moments later as Hope desperately tried to revive him. After discovering that her soulmate had passed, Hope lost all hope. She picked up a rifle and whispered a short prayer declaring her love fer Awguilla before ending her own life," Jack made the cross over himself again.

"But, what happened to you and your crew?" a girl standing near Christina asked eagerly. Christina stared incredulously at her. Surely these children weren't buying this?

Jack narrowed his eyes all knowingly,enjoying the unusual situation he was in of people actually accepting everything he said as truth.

"It was hard work but, eventually, there were none left standing, save fer the me crew and the Navy Captain. 'Im, we sent back t'London in shame t'tell the dear Governor of Captain Jack Sparrow's victory over them. An' it was then that the Mora Mora people named me their Chief."

An awed silence rung, followed by mingled, excited murmuring. Jack grinned at the effect of his story on the children as he leaned back against the wall.

This was all too much to handle so early in the morning. Christina backed back into the cabin and closed the door behind her. Sighing and closing her eyes, she hesitantly turned around to face the bed.

Cracking one eye open, she saw Jaxon lying there, looking at her questioningly. She scrunched it shut again. He had been sound asleep when she had left.

Her plan was not going smoothly at all. She had been planning on Jack being asleep so that she could sneak Jaxon out before the Pearl left Port Venesula without Jack knowing. Ignorance was bliss and, in her case, a whole lot less dangerous.

"Time for Plan B," she mused unconsciously.

"Plan B?" Jaxon asked, chuckling.

Christina's eyes opened wide. Yes, she had said that out loud.

"...Good morning," she offered weakly.

"Morning?" Jaxon frowned.

Christina nodded.

Jaxon's eyes widened now.

"... Is Jack awake?"

Christina nodded.

"... Out there?" he pointed in the direction of the hall.

Christina nodded.

"Christ," Jaxon cursed as he pulled the sheet around his waist and went in search of his clothes.

"Amen," Christina agreed, retrieving his boots from under the bed.

The frantic search for Jaxon's attire continued until, suddenly, he stopped. Christina kept looking hurriedly under the desk until she realised that Jaxon was just standing in the middle of the room.

"What are you doing!" she hissed.

"Why are we so worried about Jack finding out about last night? It's not like you cheated on him with me or anything. He didn't have any claim to you and there's nothing to feel guilty for," Jaxon said in a normal volume that made Christina jump up and place a hand over his mouth as she shot a fearful glance at the door.

"That's not the point!" she whispered urgently, "He's funny about it as it is with me sleeping in his bed in the literal sense of the word. Let alone with you!"

A knock sounded at the door.

The cornered couple's heads whirled to face the noise.

"Yes?" Christina squeaked.

"Did ye want breakfast, luv...?" Jack was inquiring as he turned the handle and started to open the door.

"Don't come in!" Christina cried as she flung herself across the room and against the door so it shut in Jack's face.

A stunned silence was heard from outside.

"I...I'm not... decent," Christina stumbled in explanation.

Jaxon watched helplessly with worry etching his features despite his earlier words.

"Now, what would make ye think I would mind something like that?" Jack replied suggestively as he attempted to open the door again.

"I mind!" Christina shouted, shoving the door closed again.

Jack laughed.

"I was only teasin' ye, luv. Just come up when yer ready, aye?"

His booted footsteps and the pattering of smaller barefooted ones were heard echoing down the hall and Christina finally relaxed when she heard the door at the end of the hall close.

She eyed Jaxon purposefully.

"Get dressed."

Meanwhile, Jack cursed under his breath as he left the children in the dining room with all the food their little stomachs could handle to keep them distracted and headed for the guest cabin.

Jessica stood impatiently at the door, tapping her high heeled shoe on the polished boards as he cautiously entered.

"Can I go now?"

"I'm payin' ye by the bloody hour anyway so what does it matter?" Jack reminded her frustratedly.

This silenced the girl.

"We 'ave t'wait 'till Christina gets 'erself to the dining room so I can get ye off the Pearl without her knowing," Jack explained secretively.

"Anyone would think that you're ashamed of sleeping with a whore, Jack," Jessica spat sarcastically.

"Ashamed? No, lass. But I ain't got a death wish either," Jack replied.

Jessica narrowed her eyes.

"Why would she be angry at you? It's not like you cheated on her or anything."

"She's just the angry type, ye know how they are," Jack brushed the question off for lack of reasonable answer.

"I'll be right back," he told her, heading back out the door.

"Jack..." Jessica growled as he closed the door.

"By the hour," Jack reminded her again before the door shut.

As he swayed hastily down the hall, below his feet on the lower deck was Christina, dragging Jaxon behind her.

"Is it really necessary to be moving so quickly?" Jaxon asked, feeling the after effects of too much alcohol the night before.

"Yes," Christina replied briskly, trying to ignore the after effects herself.

It seemed like decades before they reached the deck both squinting against the bright morning sun the pounded down like an interrogation lamp on the guilty two.

They reached the gangplank and paused, paying homage to the token awkward heavy silence of one night stands.

"Last night..." Jaxon stated.

"Mmm..." Christina agreed.

Jaxon would've said something else highly intelligent here had he been given the chance. But it was at this moment that Jack made his way onto the deck. It was also at this moment that Christina was prompted to give Jaxon an unexplained quiet apology, very shortly after explained by a sharp push in his chest that caused him to plummet into the water below with a splash.

Poor Jaxon.

"What was that?" Jack asked as he approached.

"...Seasickness..." Christina answered, praying silently that Jaxon would forgive her.

Jack lowered his brows, "We're not moving."

"But we will be. Today. The thought just triggers something in me," Christina tapped her head and then pretended to feel another spell of illness.

Jack's lip curled in distaste before he could stop it and compose himself.

"Well... come down when yer ready, luv."

Christina nodded meekly, leaning over the side of the ship again to feign being sick although there was a relieved smile on her face when she saw Jaxon swimming safely away.

Jack hovered for a moment, wanting desperately for the bloody woman to get herself to the dining room already.

"The cook made a special breakfast this morning," he lied.

Christina turned to face him.

"Wouldn't the children have eaten it already anyway?" she frowned and then frowned all the more, remembering how suss it was that there were children on board in the first place. Just the sentence itself coming from her mouth to Jack's ears sounded uncomfortably domestic.

"Speaking of children, what are they doing on the Pearl?" she asked.

"Come t'see Uncle Jack," Jack grinned.

Christina stared at him blankly.

"They're the little ones of some of the girls at the bars around 'ere. They find the Pearl irresistible fer some reason," Jack shrugged, flicking the air.

"Oh. How charming," Christina commented.

"Breakfast?" Jack offered for the third time that morning.

"Alright, alright. Breakfast," Christina sighed, walking past him and downstairs to the dining room.

Following and seeing that she was safely inside the dining room, Jack made a sharp turn and headed for the guest cabin.

"Coast is clear," he told Jessica who's face lit up as she pushed past him out into the hall.

"Try and show some enthusiasm, luv," Jack told her sarcastically as he followed cautiously after the hasty redhead.

Jessica ignored him and kept racing towards the deck.

Once at the gangplank, she turned on her heel, causing Jack to run into her and put out her hand expectantly.

Jack rolled his eyes and pulled out his pouch.

"Fer ye troubles," he told her dryly, dropping the whole thing into her palm.

Trying not to show her joy at the amount of money within the pouch, Jessica pecked him on the cheek before hurrying away back to town.

Sighing, Jack returned to the dining room.

"So the cook put the mud cake into the stove, not realizing that Violet and I had snuck olives and salmon patte into the mix while he wasn't looking."

Jack blinked at the scene of Christina animatedly telling a story while the children laughed and listened eagerly, wanting to know what was to become of the mud olive salmon cake disaster.

Christina barely noticed that Jack had entered the room but the little toddling girl raced up to him joyously.

"'Allo, luv. What's all this ab-" he started before the girl interrupted.

"Shhh. Story," she scolded, pointing at Christina as she continued.

Jack frowned, displeased at having lost the attention that was being paid to him half an hour prior.

"Half of the government cabinet were at the grand ball that night. They danced and talked but Violet and I could not wait for the banquet to start! We watched from the doors leading to the kitchen and watched as the tomato soup made with over ripe tomatoes and the roast lamb seasoned with sand and cut up straw passed us by. We knew that by the end of the night the cook would never trust us to help with the cooking again and that we would never have to deal with the evil Count Brass ever again."

She paused dramatically and the children squealed in protest, demanding that she keep going. She grinned and obliged.

"There was a complete uproar! As soon as the first taste of the soup was had, Count Brass claimed that he had been poisoned by my father and refused to keep quiet about it. My mother was running around like a headless chook by the time the roast was distributed to the guests, apologizing profusely for the inconvenience. The Count was still telling the guests around him that my father had poisoned him to get his position and demanded someone call a doctor to prove it! By now, everyone else was in chaos and there was food flying everywhere!"

The children laughed and Jack frowned again. Why was he no longer so intriguing?

Christina's eyes narrowed.

"But it was the mud cake that really did the trick. By desert, the Count had settled down a little, realizing that he was not dying and feeling quite foolish about making such a scene. He had one mouthful of the cake and then spat it out onto Mrs Ellery, the Governor's sister. She was so in shock that she could do nothing as he picked up the plate and threw it across the room. The cake landed on my father's head. Finally collecting herself, Mrs Ellery stood up and slapped Count Brass hard across the face. And that started the brawl. All of London's finest, the ladies in their budget blowing gowns and the gentleman in their suave tuxedos in a fight to the death. Punching, scratching, kicking, pinching, hair pulling, food throwing, everything. After an hour or so, everyone packed up and limped home. The next morning, it was all over the papers that my father had attempted to murder Count Brass by poisoning. Classic. Violet and I were never found out," Christina smiled, reminiscing.

The children cheered, about to reenact the scene told to them before Jack jumped in to stop them.

"Very nice, Christina," he told her as he snatched an apple ready to be thrown from one of the boys hands and she laughed.

As he leant over the table to stop another item of food waiting to be launched, the girl on his hip picked up a glass of milk within reach.

"Time to go home now," Jack announced as he stood upright again.

The children voiced their disappointment to him grumpily.

"Aye, aye, off the Pearl, n-"

Jack's sentence was cut short as the toddling girl emptied the milk in the glass she held onto his head. She giggled in delight as the milk trailed down his face.

"Like story!" she cried gleefully.

Christina bit her lip to hinder a giggle of her own. Not good.

Carefully putting the girl down and retrieving the glass from her tiny hand, Jack glared at Christina. Unfortunately, the milk dripping from his beard and dreaded hair did not add to his fearsome factor.

"Off the Pearl, everyone," Jack told the children again with wavering calmness.

Knowing better than to complain to the quick tempered pirate after the milk incident, the children let him usher them away.

Jack shot one last scowl at Christina before the door closed behind him and she erupted in laughter.

Ailuro: That's fine, not a big fan of part six meself. I'm pretty sure they would've had boutiques back then. And, no, Anna is not the Anna from the movie. She's my own character. I have a question. Do you actually want Jack and Christina to get together at all? I'm confused.