'Ello, all. This is jus' a fill in chapter while I fish fer ideas an' wait fer some more reviews (thankye t'those who 'ave, I shall be talkin' t'ye in the next edition). No action whatsoever in this chapter. It's what I like t'call 'character development'. Nice, eh? Now, the title 'All at Sea', fer the less educated of ye all, is not jus' a convenient series of words that I thought up. It's tha name of the song by Jamie Cullum. Jus' so ye know, he's really good at wha' he does (always a good thing) an' I highly recommend 'im. Go get tha CD. Tha point of all tha' is tha' I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean OR the title of this chapter. Got it?

"Jack, where are we going?" Christina asked for the hundred and thirty-ninth time that day. And with good reason. The Black Pearl had been, seemingly to anyone watching from above, floating around aimlessly for the last three days. The Sapphire followed a short distance behind. The only person on board either ship that was not slowly being driven insane by the feeling of utter pointlessness was the one causing it. The Captain of the Pearl.

"I told ye before, I'm still decidin'. Badgerin' me won't do a thing," Jack informed her, not taking his eyes off the horizon. In the background, Ana Maria could be heard shouting abusive obscenities at him from the helm of the Sapphire.

Christina stared at him a moment longer, imagining what it would feel like to seize the pirate's dreads and tug them repeatedly until he begged for mercy and told her his plans. It was obvious he was up to something. The bloody pirate was always up to something. That fact should be added to the laws of nature. Gravity, the food chain and Sparrow always being up to something. Savoring the imaginary sounds of his cries for her to stop, she let out a huff of frustration and stomped away to sit with Elizabeth on the side of the deck, glaring at Jack.

"Has he told you where we're going?" Elizabeth sighed.

"No," Christina answered furiously.

"I think you should take one for the team and bed him. Then he'd tell you," Elizabeth mused, attracting a sideways glare from Christina.

"And on the day that I was supposed to marry the Commodore as well. Too much time around pirates for you, I should think," she commented dryly.

"Oh, yes. I had forgotten all about that," Elizabeth smiled.

"Charming to forget your cousin's wedding," Christina commented sarcastically.

Elizabeth laughed. Christina turned thoughtful and cleared her throat in preparation to say something of importance.

"Me and Jack... We kissed. At the party."

Elizabeth's eyes widened and shot to her cousin, "What?"

"We were drunk. It just-"

"You kissed him?"

"He kissed me!" Christina cried before shutting her mouth and casting a cautious glance to the helm to see if Jack had heard. The pirate still stared at the pink with dusk horizon.

"What happened? Have you spoken?" Elizabeth frowned, hushing her voice considerably.

"Not really. We just yelled about it. Not talking. I don't really want to," Christina mumbled. After a lack of response, she turned to Elizabeth questioningly. The girl seemed very disappointed and Christina's face fell.

"Liz, please don't act like that. I know he's a pirate and I should have known better but it was a just a very stupid mistake," she said sadly. Elizabeth looked at her in suprise and shook her head. When Christina lifted her brows for an explanation, Elizabeth smiled sheepishly.

"It's not that I'm disappointed. It's just... now I owe Will a month of proper home cooked meals, breakfast lunch and dinner," she muttered nervously.

"You made a bet?" Christina hissed. Elizabeth offered a forced smile.

"He said that it wouldn't be longer than a week of coming to Port Royal before you two... and I said you wouldn't dream of doing anything in the same city as the Commodore... whoops," she shrugged stiffly.

Christina shook her head incredulously, "I can't believe you would do that."

Elizabeth gave her an apologetic look, pleading with her friend to forgive her. Christina couldn't help but to smile at the sight and Elizabeth grinned.

"So, now it's not that big of a deal for you to bed him, right?" she teased.

"Nice. Real classy. All for a little information, too," Christina replied wryly.

Jack watched the women talking from the helm, knowing full well that he was the topic of their conversation. Alright, so he wasn't he didn't know for sure but he decided it was a such a warranted assumption to make that he was clearly in the right for making it. Probably about the party. More specifically, the encounter he had come to fondly refer to as 'the hallway session'.

Nice ring to it, he thought.

Of course, Christina wouldn't share his opinion so he had not as yet referred to it to her if the shouting session outside the Commodore's house was not counted. Nor had he referred to it to anyone else for that matter. He told himself that he was silent on the subject because he had nothing to boast about. She had turned him down. But really, if he was completely honest with himself, a very rare occurrence, he hadn't told anyone because he thought Christina would prefer it that way. And, if he was utterly, totally and completely honest with himself, he respected her enough to also respect her preferences on the matter.

But, as mentioned before, Jack being honest with himself was a very rare occurrence.

He stole another glance at the women who were searching the section of horizon he had been staring blindly at. Probably trying to figure out where he was headed. What he had planned. What sneaky secret he had up his sleeve and what second agenda went along with it. He was Captain Jack Sparrow, after all.

But, truth be told, he was wanting to know just as much as they were where they were headed. God forbid, Jack had no plan. No plan A. No plan B, although, he rarely had one anyway. His incredible improvisation skills tended to carry him when on the rare occasion, his plan A failed him. No plan at all.

He knew that Samuel was after him. He knew that the Navy was after him. That ruled out Rhoding and Port Royal. He knew that both of his pursuers knew that Tortuga was the place he would most like to be out of anywhere at this moment in time. Hence, Tortuga being out of the question. Jack was not used to his usual destinations becoming off limits.

He realised it was now dark and that the cold was creeping in. Christina and Elizabeth headed below decks, both sending pointed glares in his direction. He forced a smug smile and fluttered his fingers tauntingly. They rolled their eyes and walked down the stairs. Jack stayed a little while longer until a long overdue stroke of genius struck him and a grin spread over his face.

"Gibbs!" he shouted sharply. The man scuttled from nowhere towards him, as though he had been eagerly awaiting his Captain's call. Jack eyed him, struck a little afraid by this.

"Aye, Cap'n. Where we be headed?" Mr Gibbs asked enthusiastically. Jack arched a brow. It seemed that he had been waiting.

"I'm just about t'go find out. Take the helm," Jack commanded.

"Any particular direction ye want her headed, Jack?" Mr Gibbs asked after his Captain as he left. Jack turned back swayingly and gestured widely with his hands.

"Where ever feels right, mate."

Mr Gibbs nodded, disappointed that Jack would still not let a word slip on his obviously incredibly clever idea.

Jack swaggered downstairs, a slight bounce in his steps as he headed for the Captain's Cabin. He rapped lightly on the door.

"Who is it?" Christina's voice came from inside.

Jack didn't bother to answer, just let himself inside. He smiled at Christina who lay on the bed, looking at him questioningly above the pages of the book she read.

"What do you want?" she asked bluntly.

"Why do ye assume I want somethin'?" Jack replied cheerily as he motioned to the book, "What're ye readin'?"

Christina checked the front cover, "The Twelfth Night."

Jack's eyes widened, "That's an original!"

He quickly strode to the bed and snatched the precious book away from her, checking it for any visible damage. Christina leapt up and snatched it back.

"You lost my page!" she cried in disappointment as Jack quickly retrieved the book back from her grasp and replaced it to it's chosen spot on his bookcase. He turned back to her, leaning against his desk and all smiles again now that his book was safe. Christina stared at him.

"I assume you didn't grace me with your presence just to disrupt my reading," she sighed, sitting back down on the bed.

"To assume is to make an ass of you and me," Jack said stirringly.

"How clever," Christina commented.

"I think so. I 'ave a question. Well, a favor to offer you. Like a wedding present fer yer non-existent weddin'," Jack flicked the air thoughtfully.

"Oh, someone remembered. How nice," Christina muttered. Jack lifted his brows and she shrugged.

"What's the favor? Are you going to tell me what you're up to?" she asked hopefully.

Jack pfted and she glared at him, "Then I have no wish to converse with you."

"No need to be so cold, luv. Didn't I tell ye I had a favor t'offer ye?" He waited for an excited expression to grace Christina's features. No such luck. "I'm goin' ta take ye where ever ye please fer as long as ye like... within reasonable boundaries, of course," he added as an after thought.

"What do you mean?" Christina frowned.

"What do ye mean, what do I mean? Where d'ye want t'go?" Jack smiled.

"I don't understand," Christina said softly.

"I hear New York is beautiful this time of year," Jack informed her.

"Jack, what are you up to?"

"Beijing? Rome? Paris? Ah, Africa, eh?"

"You're making no sense."

"I'm making as much sense as I can. Yer actin' daft," Jack chuckled. Christina frowned.

"I don't want to go anywhere. I mean I do. But not like that," she told him before narrowing her eyes knowingly, "Why did you suggest it?"

"Weddin' gift, remember?" Jack flicked his hand.

"I don't believe you... you don't have a plan, do you?" Christina accused.

Jack's eyes widened, "What makes you think that? 'Course I 'ave a plan. This is it."

"That's not a plan. You're passing the decision of where to dock onto me because you haven't got a plan," Christina smiled, "Thanks for the thought."

Jack started to deny her words profusely but then fell silent, defeated. She nodded her head, hiding a grin.

"Captain Jack Sparrow has run out of ideas."

"Have not."

Jack sat on the bed beside her. She sent him a side long glance that he caught harshly and she smirked.

"No need to be so cold, luv," Christina quipped of his earlier words and he smirked back sarcastically.

"If I were you, I would take full advantage of the situation and take us somewhere ridiculous," Jack muttered.

"Why, so that you can complain to me incessantly about my choice of destination when you're not in such insecure spirits? I don't think so," Christina shook her head, "The decision rests on your shoulders."

"Thanks fer ye support. I know ye try yer best," Jack replied dryly, making her giggle.

When her giggling didn't stop, Jack gave in and chuckled softly, if a little grudgingly. When the laughter subsided, Jack stared at her, her smile looking stunning in the golden light of the room. Instinctively, he leant closer and her smile slowly faded and her expression became a serious one. When she made no attempt to stop him, he place a finger under her chin and lifted her face towards his.

When their lips were so close that they could feel the static in the air between them, Christina opened her mouth, "Can I read the book now?"

Jack looked at her in suprise and pulled back slightly. He eyed her, waiting for her to laugh and say she was joking but instead she lowered her eyes and pulled away from his touch underneath her chin.

"'Course," Jack answered softly, raising himself from beside her and stepping over to the bookcase. He retrieved the expensive text and placed it gently in her outstretched hand. She gave a tight smile of thanks.

In utter confusion, Jack walked out the door and away from his cabin.

Enough development fer t'night me thinks. Cheers fer takin' the time the time t'read. An' fer readin' this little footnote of mine. Rather pointless an' I jus' wasted yer time, so sorry 'bout that... I'll stop now... But I really am sorry, I 'ave no right t'waste yer time an' I realize that... Alright, really stopping now... Seriously.