Authors Note: Okay, as usual I love all of you who reviewed, seriously. So I couldn't wait to get this chapter up after allthe feedback I got, which may not seem like a whole lot to some of yous, but it is to me and I'm lovin' it! Sorry, I'mhaving a McFlurry and got all in the spirit of McDonalds...off-topic, I know! On with the story! ) Hope ya like!


Julianne woke up, opening her eyes slowly, feeling the warm sheets against her bare skin. She sighed contently and rolled over, expecting to see her pirate lover next to her, but found the bed void of any pirates at all, just a covered tray in which she supposed was her breakfast.

She let her thoughts roam and find their way to the previous night. The entire length of it was filled with nothing but pure pleasure. Not like with James, where everything was rough and went according to the way he wanted it to go. But that was only after he started drinking. Before he had been gentle and loving, caressing her and whispering the three words she longed to hear throughout the last year.

Jack was in his own category, however. He took full control, but wasn't possessive. He wasn't as gentle as James, but she enjoyed every minute of it. Did she love him? She didn't know. She knew she loved James when she married him and gave birth to his children, but now she could barely stand the thought of him. She didn't feel guilty like she thought she would, and she didn't feel regretful, as if Jack took advantage of her. She knew fully well what she was doing and where it would lead. Jack had left the door open in case she wanted to leave, and she was the one who closed and locked it.

After she had eaten and dressed into some clothes Ana Maria had lent her, she walked outside to find Jack. She saw him at his usual place at the helm and snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She could tell he was surprised at her show of affection, and she was grateful when he returned her embrace, pulling her in front of him and placing a kiss on her expectant lips.

"Sleep well, luv?" he said against her forehead.

"Who slept?" she smirked. He smirked right back at her, something that she found made her knees weak.

"Ye were sleepin' like a baby when I left ye this mornin'."

She giggled and rested her head against his chest, inhaling his custom scent of seawater and rum, finding she enjoyed it. It was welcoming when it came off of him, not off of anyone else. A lot of things were different with him, she mused. Her thoughts were shoved back to the present as a man behind Jack yelled that Tortuga was in sight. She inwardly groaned, knowing it meant she had to leave her pirate so he and his crew could prepare to dock.


Julianne couldn't deny that she was curious about the sights, but politely declined the invitation to join Jack and his crew for a drink down at The Faithful Bride. Instead she stayed in his room and buried her nose in her pillow, suddenly feeling exhausted, and soon fell asleep.


Jack hated leaving the girl alone on the ship, but his men hadn't been on land for far too long now and none of them would volunteer to stay behind. He would have himself, but he had to search out his mates who were surely waiting for him, and neither of them were very fond of Tortuga themselves, even with one of them being a pirate. But he mostly figured she would be fine. He hid the Pearl as well as he could and doubted that the Commodore himself could find it if he had the entire Royal Navy helping him.

Still, he noted to be back as soon as he could to check on her. He was unsure that morning of whether she really wanted him like he wanted her, or if he was just a rebound of sorts. He decided against the latter when she came to see him after she woke up. James was out of the picture. At least, that's what he hoped, but he decided to dwell on that later; there were more pressing matters at hand.


Julianne awoke to footsteps coming from outside Jack's cabin. Thinking it was him coming back to check on her, she crawled out of the comfortable berth and tiptoed over to the mirror to adjust her appearance before peeking out the door to make sure she wouldn't be interrupting any of his piratey tasks.

She put a hand over her mouth to cover her gasp at the sight before her. Two men in red and white uniforms with muskets and swords were sneaking around the deck, quietly checking every nook and cranny in their sight. They were unmistakably of the Royal Navy, and she had to pinch herself to make sure it wasn't another dream.

Unfortunately, it wasn't.

"Are you sure this is the right ship?" said a young man with long hair tied back into a neat ponytail.

The one accompanying him, who was a bit older and had short, brown hair, looked around nervously, "Shhh! Of course it is. It has black sails, don't it? This is right where the lad told us it would be. And why else would it be hiding this good unless they was holding someone prisoner?"

This seemed to satisfy the younger one and they cautiously walked through the door leading down to the brig. Julianne recognized this as her chance to get away and, without hesitating, ran out the door and down the ladder towards the arguing and gunshots coming from what could only be Tortuga.

"Kidnapped my foot," she fumed, not believing that James even cared if she came back or not. He probably just needed someone to own.


She found Jack at the busiest tavern on the entire island, which only added to her temper; of course Jack had to make everything as inconvenient for her as possible.

She could tell he was carrying a conversation with someone, his arms waving around animatedly as usual, but she couldn't tell who exactly he was talking to. She walked around a group of husky, bearded men she recognized from the ship, each with a giggling, overly madeup woman on his knee. When she finally got a good look at the two people in Jack's company, she gasped.

"Elizabeth? Will?" she shrieked in delight at seeing her two friends and ran over to embrace them both tightly.

Their mouths were open in shock. "I told ye she's fine. I been takin' care o' her this whole time," Jack said, looking quite proud of himself, like a boy proving he can take care of a goldfish.

Elizabeth was the first of the flabbergasted couple to speak, "Julianne? We thought you'd been kidnapped! James told us-"

"Tha' wanker was the reason she left in the first place. Turns out your beloved Commodore isn't as noble as he's made out to be, is he?" Jack interrupted her with a smirk. "What are ye doing out here anyways, luv? Thought big, bad, Tortuga didn't quite appeal to yer senses."

Suddenly Julianne remembered, "The red coats..." she muttered. Seeing the confused looks on all three faces in front of her, she said impatiently, "James sent the entire bloody Royal Navy out for me! They're here!"

Jack immediately called to his crew and within a few moments, he had left Julianne and Elizabeth with nothing but Will to comfort them and the command to stay exactly where they were. She was too panicked to move, anyways, and after a long while, shefell into the chair across fromElizabeth, who had sunk into the chair opposite her of the table.

Elizabeth looked almost as scared as her, though she knew it was what Jack had said that put her in such a state. "I uh...James...did he?" she stammered, pointing shakily to the marks Julianne had over her face. The bruise was now a yellowish color and her lip had shrunk back to its normal size, but it was still obvious that something violent had happened to her.

Julianne nodded, and felt almost guiltyfor thehorrified look on Will's face, and thedisbelief on Elizabeth's. She hated making James out to look like an abusive drunk, even though that's exactly what he was.

Elizabeth sighed, "I'm so sorry, Jule. I had no idea, you never...Ugh...I just want to get out of this horrible place and return home. When are we leaving, Will?"

Will shook his head gently and put an arm around his wife, "I don't know, darling. I hate this place as much as you do, but we have to wait for Jack before anything happens. I can't wait to confront James about this and see him removedfrom his position. And sent to jail and-" He was cut off by an obese drunken man who had staggered over to Elizabeth, and mumbled something about a private room in the back. Elizabeth's face held nothing but pure disgust and Will pulled his arm tighter around her before pushing him away roughly. Julianne laughed softlyat how misplaced the couple looked, with their clean and ironed clothing and neatly brushed, shining locks of hair framing their faces perfectly. She, however, looked like a pirate herself. She was wearing an outfit of Ana Maria's, who was, in fact, a woman, and about the same size as Julianne.

They didn't have to wait very long until Jack waltzed back through the door and practically pushed them outside.

"Is everything alright?" Julianne asked, as soon as they were free of the buzzing cacophony that was The Faithful Bride.

"Peachy, luv." Jack grinned, but Juliannecould see something in his eyes that didn't agree withhis statement.He then solemnly looked at Elizabeth and Will, "So, our buisness is done here. It's been nice working with you, but we must go. Now." He tipped his hat to the confused looking couple and took Julianne by the arm, leading her towards the ship.

"Jack! Wait, I-" she tried to protest,not wanting to leave the company of her friends so soon. Soon Will, followed shortly after by Elizabeth, had caught up with them and blocked there path, making Julianne stumble at Jack's abrupt stop.

"Yes, can I help you?" Jack asked, as if he had never met them before.

"Jack, we had hoped to take Julianne home. With us." Elizabeth spoke slowly, seeing the confused look on Jack's face. He meant to say something, but Will spoke first, "Where's our ship?"

They all looked around, trying to locate Will's beloved ship which was named, surprisingly, Elizabeth.


A couple hours later, they were all four on The Black Pearl and out on the great blue sea, after searching desperately for the modest ship and hearing that someone had already taken it. An hour of fuming at the poor, confused man, they decided that Jack would take them back to Port Royal after things settled down.


I'm sorry, it's an abrupt and semi-retarded ending, I know. And I don't really know how the security system is on the docks in the Caribbean in the 18th Century or whatever. But I am having SERIOUS writer's block and I'm not that good to begin with, so it's like double-ouch. But I'll try and have the next chapter up as soon as possible for those of you who actually read this, kay?