Disclaimer: POTC - or Pirates of the Caribbean - belongs to people who don't write fanfiction.

A/N: More angst, violence and general ICRep-fluff-relief-type of chapters upcoming.

Squirrel sits on her bunk, miserably twirling her coin through her fingers. It can't be true. Jack wouldn't do that… Would he? Squirrel sighs. Of course he would. I know Tortuga, I saw Jack flirting and fighting. I know more about him than I'd like to admit. Squirrel stares into empty space, the cold coin sliding over-under-over-under her fingers. But did that pirate mean what he said about Jack treating me the same way?

"Squirrel?"

It's not possible. Squirrel draws back the curtain, drying her eyes. I'm being stupid. That man hates Jack, and he's trying to make me hate him too. Jack's not like that. He's not.

Jack's dark brown eyes are filled with concern. "Are you alright?"

Squirrel smiles. "I am n-now."

"What was that all about?" Jack asks, helping her down from the bunk. "Ana said you kept the waterworks going the whole time." He frowns slightly. "It wasn't some Port Royal snob making you feel like a bilge-rat, was it? So help me, I'll sail in, colours flying, cannons going full pelt, until I kill the bastard what made you cry…"

Squirrel laughs, throwing her arms around Jack. "It's nothing, J-Jack, really. I just had a bit of an… unpleasant m-meeting with someone."

"You sure?" Jack raises an eyebrow. Squirrel nods. She gasps, and pulls back, remembering.

"Will's wr-writing your in-invitation now." She tells Jack. "I'll p-pick it up t-tomorrow."

Jack grins inanely. "Weddings! I love weddings!"

"How m-many have you b-been to, exactly?" Squirrel raises her eyebrow.

Jack looks insulted. "A fair few, actually. 'Course, I was only there to steal the certain wedding gifts, but that still counts as going to weddings, aye?" He smiles. Squirrel giggles.

"So you've n-never learned to d-dance?" She asks shyly.

Jack raises and eyebrow. "Dance? What would I need to dance for?"

"It's traditional." Squirrel shrugs. Jack squints.

"Last time I checked," he says carelessly, "The only dance you knew was the pirate jig." Squirrel smiles wider, blushing pink. Jack nods. "Oh. So Elizabeth taught you a new dance, did she?" Squirrel keeps smiling.

With a sigh, Jack nods. "Alright. Teach me how to do this wedding dance then. However," he wags a finger in her face, "I draw the line at singing. I may have a lovely singing voice, but I'm not singing."

Squirrel giggles.

Ana looks through the window. Jack and Squirrel are dancing together. The Negro woman grins. Squirrel certainly has changed the way Jack acts and thinks nowadays.

Squirrel's old cabin had been converted into a storeroom, and all that was needed to clear room to dance in was to move a chest or two.

"Then you turn and step like this…" Squirrel moves, and Jack moves with her.

He snorts. "Stupid pansy dancing."

"I l-like it." Squirrel says simply. Jack rolls his eyes.

"You would. You hang around Elizabeth far too much for your own good."

He stops mid-step, throwing Squirrel off. She looks up at Jack.

"What's wr-wrong?"

He looks around the storeroom slowly. "Someone's watching us…"

Ana quickly slides away from the window, grinning. She clambers up the rope quickly, and by the time Jack has opened the storeroom door and looked around, Ana is back at the helm, smiling innocently.

Jack goes back inside and shuts the door behind him.

"Right." He grins. "Let's try this from the beginning again."

Squirrel and Jack go through all the steps, Squirrel red the whole time.

"Only three days 'til the wedding!" Jack says cheerfully.

Squirrel can only nod. He's holding me so close… There's no way he doesn't love me… It was only a lie. It was only a lie… A jealous lie.

A/N: Ana's a stealthy little piratical spy. Arr! Hehehe. Reviews would be awesome kthxbai.