Disclaimer: I hope I'm not supposed to put these on every single chapter...cuz I haven't. But anyways I still don't own Jack Sparrow (inward sigh) or anything PotC...but I do own Julianne Norrington and the plot...I know lame. But you don't, so there!

Authors Note (I'm being all professional now! teehee): Ummm...I hope the story isn't moving to fast for any of you. Or too slow, for that matter. I'm doing the best I can to make it flow, and I stay up til the wee hours of the morning revising the chapters like a grammatical, obsessive-compulsive maniac before I post them, just so you all know how much I do for you ;-) If you have any suggestions or questions feel free to email me or post them in your review- and you WILL review! And thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, of course! Luvs ya!


She couldn't believe it. James had sent the entire Royal Navy out for her and they were here. She was helpless as they burst in on her in Jack's bed with him, grabbing her to take her back to her cruel and abusive husband. She looked back to see if Jack was alright, but was jerked around to see Commodore James Norrington's twisted grin of triumph instead.

They thrust her into his arms as he drug her to the back of the ship by her hair and threw her into his office. He wouldn't dare do anything too brutal in front of his men, so she could do nothing but wait to be taken back to her life which she had thought she escaped in Port Royal.

Her thoughts fell on Jack. She didn't know why, but she was worried about him. She hoped that their crew could put up a good fight to save themselves; she knew they had no choice in the matter of her coming onto their ship.

She opened the curtains of the window to take one last look at the Black Pearl and cried out in terror.

Jack Sparrow was hanging just outside the window, the exact same way she found the nurse last year; his eyes open and rolled back in his head and his handsome face was unnaturally pale and lacking in the sarcastic smirk he constantly wore.


She woke up soaked in her own salty tears and sweat, opening her eyes to first make sure that she was still in Jack's cabin, then looking to make sure Jack was still laying next to her. She found all to be as it should be, or, as it was before her dream, as she probably shouldn't be in a pirate ship with a womanizing pirate captain. Her arm was cramped, and she realized that she must have been holding on to him through the panic of her dream because they were wrapped around him, and her cramped left arm was trapped between him and the mattress.

She was slightly embarrassed and was glad he wasn't awake to see her blush or to make some sarcastic or suggestive comment.

She was starting to feel extremely uncomfortable, but didn't want to wake him up so he would move, so she placed her foot on the small of his back and tried to gently and slowly push him off of her arm.

She was almost free, and she gave one last push to jerk her hand out. She pushed a little too hard, though, because he went flying off the bed and landed in a heap on the floor underneath all the curtains he pulled down with him.

"Bloody 'ell!" he exclaimed, finding his way out of his silky prison.

She blushed furiously and mumbled an apology, "Sorry…you were on my arm."

He grinned wryly, and she knew what was coming next, "Just can't keep yer hands off me, can ye?"

She rolled her eyes and turned over, wrapping her arms around herself so as not to let a similar incident happen.


A few tedious days passed, during which Julianne spent her time with her nose in some books that Jack had left out for her, and she had been too moved by his actions to tell him how boring they actually were. She would read until she thought her eyes would just fall out of her sockets and then walk out to the helm and talk to Jack or stare out at the everlasting greenish-blue waters and let her mind wander. She ate with Jack, slept with Jack, talked to no one but Jack (and occasionally his first mate, Ana Maria,), and rumors were staring to fly. On the occasion that she did leave Jack's cabin, she did her best to keep out of the eyes of the other men onboard.

She couldn't say that she wasn't attracted to Jack, but she knew she shouldn't be. Not just because she was married, but because he's a pirate and she knew he would never have the same feelings for her. Although she did catch his gaze on her more than once, and found herself thinking back to the kiss they shared the other day. If you could call it an actual kiss...light as air, but full of emotion.


"I never answered your question" He obviously didn't hear her walk softly up behind him; she saw him jump ever-so-slightly out of his thoughts and turned to look at his visitor. She smiled, seeing the confusion on his face that she had learned to be so un-Jackish. "When you asked why I was up there. On the cliff, when I...you know." He saw the pain in her eyes and brushed her cheek gently with his fingers. "Julie, you don't have to-"

"I know I don't have to, but I want to. I mean...you did very well save my life," she felt the tears threatening to fall behind her eyes, and she didn't hold them back as she told him everything she had wanted to ever since the day she met him. Her dirt-poor childhood, her children, the nurse, James starting his regular visits to the bar, the other women she secretly knew about but never confronted him about. She suddenly felt as if a weight was lifted off her shoulders. His face grew serious again, like when he was concentrated on steering the ship, she noticed.

She had never told anyone. Not even her best friend, Elizabeth. She let Jack hold her and lead her back to his cabin, where she sat down and let all the tears she had been holding back fall, clutching the shirt of this man who was practically a stranger to her. She hadn't known him for all of a week and now he knew practically everything about her.

He took his hat off and lay down with her, kissing her eyelids gently, and again she didn't resist as his lips found hers.


He didn't know why he stayed with her. He didn't know why he felt so strongly about her. He didn't know why he held her as she cried, comforting her like he wouldn't ever even imagined doing with anyone, after just a few days with her. He didn't know why he let his hands fall down her back and pull her nightgown over her head, and he didn't know why she didn't resist him or push him away.

All he knew is that that night, the rumors that had floated around the ship were now the truth.


Okay, we got a little romancin' going on here! For you slow folks who haven't caught on yet- they did it.

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