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I was floating on a warm cloud of comfort when I opened my eyes sleepily to the sound of crashing waves. Looking around I saw that my unusual comfortable warmth was due to the fact that I was face to face with Captain Sparrow, his arm around my waist and his dark eyes smiling at me most roguishly.

Skidding out of the bed quickly I backed up against one of the walls, infuriated. How dare he break his promise! And showing no gentlemanly decency of even attempting to rectify the situation when I woke up.

"How dare you! You swore! You scoundrel, you rogue! Have you no respect for a lady's civility?"

The impish man swung out of bed and sauntered towards me, his tousled dreadlocks matching his dark eyes. "Now, love. You never gave me the chance to apologize for my nighttime gaffes now did you?"

I crossed my arms protectively over my chest, covering up what the nightgown did not. "So go on then."

He looked confused for a moment. I glared more intensely and added, "Go on! You said you were going to apologize now go on!"

Sparrow spread his arms innocently and picked up an apple from a basket on the bureau, tossing it expertly into the air and taking a bite, "No, love, I said you never gave me the chance to."

Widening my eyes in vehemence I walked right up to him, stared him point blank in the eyes and growled, "I hope you choke."

Snatching the dress laid out for me on a gilded chair I disappeared into the lavatory. Inside it was small, with only a free standing tub, porcelain chamber pot and a dressing table laid out with a silver comb for me, I presumed. Struggling to dress in the cramped accommodations resulted in the banging of my knees and arms several times. But finally I had gotten the fashionable lemon silk on and was relieved to find that it fit. The question then crossed my mind as to how Jack Sparrow had attained all these fine lady's garments. Obviously he had not been wanting for company in the past. Wrinkling my nose in disgust I stood at the dressing table and looked in the mirror.

My once smooth dark brown curls were tangled and a waist-length mess. I took up the silver comb and attempted to smooth them out, pulling at several knots in one stroke. After at least twenty minutes they were back to normal, if not begging to be put up in this hot weather. For now I would have to deal with them down.

It was true that I would have to go out there sometime, but the thought of facing Jack Sparrow again made me contemplate the possibility of taking up lodging in the bathtub. The man was wicked in all ways. He was a pirate, unmannered, uncivil and indecent. Overwhelmingly handsome, yes. And as hard as it was, his devious charms got to me in a way that Victor Egret's and many other well-bred boy's charms hadn't. I doubted he could waltz with perfection, and I knew he wouldn't send me roses of apology if he accidentally stole a touch of the hand but something nagged at the back of my mind.

Something I would ignore for as long as this voyage continued.

Stepping out of the lavatory I looked around. Sparrow was nowhere to be seen. His nightclothes were folded neatly atop the dresser, as were mine. I noticed a note accompanying them. Slipping into a pair of black patent leather shoes that were by the door, I picked up the note and read it.

Dearest,

Last night was wonderful. Meet me in the captain's dining quarters as soon as you are done dressing.

Love, Jack

"That man is impossible," I muttered after crumpling up and throwing the obvious fake love note. But nevertheless I stomped out into the sunlight, attempting to put on a happy face as the pirates who were on deck smiled to each other and gave me unsubtle looks. I blushed furiously and cursed the low-cut neckline, wishing for a high-necked dress.

Swallowing my pride I went up to the nicest looking of them and asked him sweetly, "Excuse me sir, but where are the captain's dining quarters?"

He grinned at me rather perversely and replied, "Ay, miss, go down the stairs right there and go past the mess hall. You'll recognize it."

Quickly thanking him, I hurried down the creaky stairs as quickly as I could in the long gown. I had only a few feet to go past the putrid mess hall before reaching another grand door looking out of place on such a ship.

Knocking hesitantly, the door swung open, Sparrow standing there back in the clothes I had met him in. Looking uncharacteristically happy he leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips.

My heart stopped as his hand supported my back during the brief lip lock. In one swift movement he swung me inside and closed the door. It was then he released his sizzling hold on my lips and grinned that puckish grin of his.

It took a moment for my breath to return as I slid noiselessly into a chair. He sat across form me, "Sorry love, didn't want you yelling at me like you do and having someone see you like that. Seem a bit odd, wouldn't it?"

I didn't have the energy to argue. Instead I nodded, still dumbfounded. Suddenly, Sparrow got up form his seat, "Stand up, love. I'd like to see you in that dress."

The dazzling feeling that had overcome me evaporated back into logic. Feeling a bit put out I stood up and shot, "I'll not be a doll for you to dress up. Remember our arrangement! None of it includes you using me as a plaything."

He let his eyes wander over me, almost as if he hadn't heard, "Looks much better on you than it did on that mannequin in the store. Good thing, too. Only took it just last week," he approached and circled me while nodding approvingly and stopping in front of me, "the color brings out your eyes, love. Makes them like the Caribbean at noon."

I sat down quickly, feeling more self-conscious than I ever had when someone had addressed my appearance. Attempting to change the subject I asked, "Why did you ask me here?"

Jack sat down across from me again and looked disinterested, "Because, love, I never did find out your name."

Brushing over my memory of the past day I realized he was right. Did I want to tell him, though? "Pamela.Wiltshire," I lied easily, averting my eyes to the table before glancing at him.

The expression on his face was one of amusement again, "Right Pamela. And my name is Commodore Upright Law Abider. Now come on then lass, I can't do nary with a name but have something to call you by."

Giving in I avoided his face as I muttered, "Laurel Brinkley."

Sparrow looked thoughtful and studied the ceiling while tipping back in his chair, "Laurel Brinkley. Much nicer than Pamela, I must say. And do you have an age as well? Or am I not worthy to know it?"

"I'm nineteen, to be twenty in a month's time if you must know."

Kicking back his chair, he got up and crossed to the door, "Right then Laurel, and off you go. I've got work to attend to and can't have your pretty face to contend with right now."

The things he said! Instead of arguing I got up quickly and while storming out of the room I stomped very hard on his booted toe. The yelp of surprise was all I needed.