Hello again, all. I 'ave some things ta clear up. Firstly, it is my belief tha' the Tower of Terror is of the devil. An' secondly, an' this ain't blasphemin', although Johnny Depp is the most handsome actor aroun', Leonardo Dicaprio is the most talented. It must be said. An' if ye disagree,... I shall be very disappointed in all of ye. Well, not really, bu' I jus' thought I shoul' let it be know where I stood on these very important issues facin' today's society. Ta.

It was a very rare occasion that Jack Sparrow would rise early. Unlike his namesake, he would give most everything up for a few more minutes of slumber in the morning. Forget the worm. An early bird, he was not. And God help the poor crew member that was sent to wake him. But, on this day, he was pleased to find that he had stirred before the woman with whom he was sharing the bed with, Christina.

True that, even with his sleeping in ways, while he was on land it was likely that he would wake before his female companion. So that he could make his exit without a fuss, without being asked where he was going and when he would be coming back; if he was coming back. So that he wouldn't have to see their face fall when he informed them that he was leaving on the Pearl that morning. So that he wouldn't have to endure physical abuse at the hand of the woman who would not accept his excuses. But this blessed morning was one, or maybe the only, very out of the ordinary mornings that he was not in a rush to get as far away as possible from that companion.

He smirked. And this companion was not even awake to realize that she, among a considerable number of women, was fortunate enough to have him stay around. But that was fair enough, considering that she had had a strange man's hand attached to her hair for half the night. She had a right to be exhausted and oblivious to her luck.

After stretching apathetically, Jack slipped silently out of the bed, careful not to wake the softly snoring Christina. He pulled on his coat groggily, feeling the faint after effects of too much alcohol the night before. With a last look over his shoulder at the woman in his bed, he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him and making his way down the hall to the galley for some early breakfast.

He was taken aback to find that someone had risen before himself and uttered the greeting, "'Mornin', Violet."

The blonde woman looked up from her plate of fruit and grinned happily, "Hello, Jack."

"It's early," Jack commented as he paced the room to the stove and lit it.

"I could tell you the same thing," Violet shot back playfully, "I would have assumed you to be asleep at such an ungodly hour."

"Ah, see, that's where ye would be wrong. I've found that if there is a god, it is at this hour that he is at his most godliest," Jack informed her haughtily, "I am often awake, deep in prayer at this time."

Violet rolled her eyes, "How spiritual of you."

Jack smirked as he rummaged through random cupboards in search of food.

"Can I help?" Violet asked lightly, lifting herself from her seat.

"I'm looking fer those... grains that the cook cooks fer breakfast... with water... an'...er," Jack mused as he sifted through the various packages and crates closer to the ground.

"Oats?" Violet offered as she knelt down beside him.

"Ah! Aye! Oats!" Jack cried triumphantly.

"Would this be them?" Violet asked, holding a sack in her hands.

"Aye," Jack nodded, grabbing for the sack and ignoring the fact that their finger tips made contact when she handed it over. He stood to his feet and walked back to the stove. After a moment, he slowly turned back, hands raised mid air as he searched his mind for a word.

"The pot. I need the pot," he finally realised before jumping into action again.

"You don't make breakfast very often, do you?" Violet chuckled.

"That's not true," Jack replied, feigning hurt. After a few moments of her arching her brow at him disbelievingly, he swept his arms defeatedly, "... It depends on what ye class as very often."

Violet nodded with a smile and helped him look for the pot. She stole a glance at him as they rummaged through a deep drawer, "Christina's hair turn out nice?"

Jack shot her a suprised look back and continued searching, "I can definately say that the Singaporeans would be envious. It's a work of art."

"Really? ...So that's why it took all night?" Violet pressed.

Jack cleared his throat, stalling. "Aye. When I say work of art, it could pass as a masterpiece," he replied in an attempt to brush off the subject. He let out a shout of victory when he spotted the pot. Violet followed him as he crossed back to the stove. After a few moments of silence as Jack prepared his breakfast, he cleared his throat, "We'll be in London in the next couple o' hours."

"Aye," she nodded. Jack watched as she sobered and averted her eyes to the old wooden countertop.

"Somethin' wrong, luv?" he asked, concern lowering his brows.

Violet shook her head and then sighed. "If my ship ain't in London, I'm lost. I haven't got anything else. I don't know what I'll do without it," she told him sadly.

Jack, feeling empathy at the thought of losing the Black Pearl, lifted her chin with his finger, "We'll find yer ship, Violet. If it ain't in London then we'll go somewhere else. An' if it ain't there, we'll keep lookin' until we find it, savvy?"

Violet smiled softly at him for a moment before drawing her arms around him and pulling him into an unexpected embrace. Awkwardly, Jack returned the hug. He bit the inside of his cheek when he went to pull back and she did not do the same. Obligated and rolling his eyes, he held her longer.

"Oh," he heard her utter in guilty suprise as she suddenly pulled back. Looking for the cause, he turned to see Christina standing in the doorway. At a loss for words, she stared at him, jaw agape and the mirror image of himself. After a heavy silence, Christina quickly ducked away without a word.

Violet grabbed Jack's arm when he went to follow her, "Wait!" Jack turned back to her questioningly and she shrugged sheepishly, pointing at the stove, "Your oats will burn."

XxXxX

Christina regarded the busy docks of London apprehensively. The Pearl had arrived but a few minutes ago and she already felt the urgency to leave.

"You're going to visit your parents while we're here?" Will asked from behind her. She jumped with fright before turning to him, embarrassed.

"Yes. I was going to start with, "Well, we were just passing through. We being me, Will and Elizabeth and the crew. Oh, and the pirate who supposedly kidnapped me and then returned me. The same pirate with whom I then ran off with on the day of my wedding which had already been cancelled when he kidnapped me before. Just wanted to say hello". What do you think?" she asked sarcastically.

"Considering everything, I think that might just work," Will replied, playing along.

"Oh, good. I'll be on my way then," Christina nodded, making no move to leave as Will chuckled.

"Are you going to help the search for the Fire Song?" he inquired lightly.

"Of course. I was planning on leading the mission," Christina smirked.

Will arched a brow at her bitterness and she shook her head, signaling for him to ignore her. He looked up as Elizabeth approached, still in her night gown, "Aren't you coming, Liz?"

Elizabeth sniffed and crossed her arms, "I don't see why I should. We don't even know if Violet's ship is really here in the first place. It's a wild goose chase. Pointless."

Will nodded slowly, deciding wisely that his wife's strong opinions on the subject were best left unchallenged. He rolled his eyes when Ana Maria came from below decks, also seemingly unprepared to look for the Fire Song. "I suppose you won't be joining us either, Ana?" he called to her.

Ana Maria flicked her hand at him, as though the fact was completely obvious, in response.

"We leave in a half hour," Jack reported loudly as he also emerged from below decks, putting on his hat. Christina turned away to face the docks upon laying eyes on him.

This was rather fortunate. Or unfortunate, depending on how you would class the events that followed on from this one action. For it was as she was staring blindly at the docks that Christina was distracted by a long, blonde haired head bobbing hurriedly through the crowds. With brow creased, Christina's eyes followed the movement, watching as Violet hastened away from the Pearl, pushing her way urgently past the Londoners that graced the street close to the harbor. Making a quick and silent decision, Christina cast a single glance over her shoulder at those on the Pearl before travelling hastily down the gangplank and following after the female pirate.

It was to Christina's advantage that Violet was considerably tall and hence, easier to follow through the busy streets. Ignoring the fact that she was getting more lost by the footstep, Christina matched Violet's speedy pace at a safe distance behind. She dodged the worried glances that the pirate threw over her shoulder, she guessed for fear that she was being followed. Or women's intuition that told her she was being followed. Either way, Christina did not give Violet a glimpse of herself, ducking below the eye level of those in front of her, hiding behind a large, unsuspecting gentleman and, on one urgent occasion, borrowing a young woman's umbrella as a shield.

She followed through so many sharp turns that she would be at a loss if asked to count. As main streets became side streets and less busy, she had to lag behind quite a while and quiet her heeled steps on the cobble roads. By now, she was out of breath and wondering if this had been such a good idea that she had been struck with.

It was as she was wondering that she realised that she could no longer spot Violet ahead of her. Slowing to a stop and trying to control her ragged breath, her eyes darted this way and that. There were several alleyways leading off the abandoned street she was on and all were equally likely to be the one that Violet had disappeared down.

Christina was about to give up hope and start fretting over how in the world she would retrace her steps to the Pearl when she heard hushed voices. Ears perked, she slinked to the entrance of the nearest alley where the sounds seemed to be coming from. Careful to be out of sight, she snuck a fast look around the corner, letting out a silent sigh of relief when she spotted the back of Violet. In the same glance, she spied a man talking to her, his face obscured by the shadows. Barely breathing at all, she pressed herself against the wall and kept as still and silent as she deemed possible.

"...the Pearl?" she heard the end of a question in a male's voice, whom she decided to be the man that she had seen.

"Yes. The Black Pearl, Jack. Everyone's there." Christina bristled at the sound of Violet's impatient sounding voice.

"Does Jack suspect anything?"

"I ain't daft. I was careful and all. They all think I'm perfect. The damsel in distress. I could never be up to anything," Violet replied with girlie, mock innocence.

"Aye, it best be so. T'night then?"

"No. I want it to be when he least expects it." Christina resisted the urge to let out a yelp of triumph. She had known from the first moment that Violet had made herself welcome on the Pearl that the wench was no good. She kept listening intently.

"Why? What difference would it make? It's goin' ta happen."

"Aye, I know. But I want it to be while he's at his weakest. He'll be expecting it tonight. Hold it off until tomorrow night. I'll be ready."

Ready for what? Christina's mind screeched, desperately needing to know all of Violet's devious plan. She heard the unknown man sigh in thought.

"...Fine. Tomorrow night. Have 'em on the Pearl."

"Tomorrow night," Violet agreed. Christina jumped when she heard footsteps heading back out of the alleyway. Heart in her throat, she quickly turned back and made like the wind to the next alley, ducking into the shadows just as Violet emerged onto the street. Plastered against the wall, Christina watched as the pirate stalked past her hiding place purposefully. She heard the heavier footsteps of the man Violet had been conversing with going in the opposite direction, away from her.

Waiting until there was no sound at all, Christina finally let out her baited breath. She only took a short moment to recover before hastily slipping out of her hiding place and half walked, half ran in the general direction of the docks.

Ah ha! I knew Violet was up t'somethin'! Mostly 'cause I be writin' this tale bu' there was still tha' mystery. Please review, an' no death threats abou' me note at the top. It jus' had t'be said.

Karibbean: Yer favourite chapter yet? I'm touched. An' it had ta end sometime. Sorry 'bout tha'.

Frank09: Ha, ha, ha. Ye mean Jack's hand gettin' caught in her hair was not action enough fer ye? I shouldn' be expectin' any steamy scenes anytime soon, it ain't me style. So I shall be takin' ferever, luv. Sorry 'bout tha'. Cheers fer reviewin'.

Forensic Photographer711: Sorry ye 'ad t'wait a while longer fer this one. It took me while t'write 'cause I actually 'ad homework fer once. God forbid. Aye, people shoul' not wear so much jewelry or this type of thing happens. Consider yer point well an' truly proven. Glad ye liked the Singapore bit, I've been waitin' t'mention somethin' abou' Singapore since he mentions it in the movie an' this was the perfect opportunity. Thankye!

Siriusly Sirius Lily Black: 'Ello, luv. No, the Cap'n don't mind ye callin' 'im 'luv', luv. He quite appreciates the return of the favor he's been givin' all these years. Glad ye liked the kiss. 'Twas fun t'write. An' the Cap'n is BRILLIANT so he says tha' ye shouldn' expect no less from 'im. Aye, Chris, very secretly, is disappointed tha' the snoggin' coul' not continue. An' Violet is VERY jealous. Ha, liked tha last bit. Funny.

Natalie : Aye, Jack the hairdresser. Violet's 'boat' is the 'Fire Song'. Hope this is kewl enough! Bein' a pirate ship an' all. It deserves a good name. I trust ye liked this one.

ChaosLightning13 : Ah ha! A review I can understan' entirely. An' a nice one too. One of the funniest ye've ever read? Thankye kindly. An' ye 'ave some very interestin' names there.

Ailuro: Hope tha' some more happened in this one. I tried. No, I 'aven't read Ethan Frome. I shall 'ave t'look next time I go t'the Library. An' I 'ave some books overdue so it shan't be too long 'fore me next visit. Wait, is it the sort of book ye'd find in a library?