Disclaimer: POTC belongs to some genius. I forget.

A/N: And all the fangirls go 'yay fluff!'. Just so you know, the one whistling the tune Squirrel hears is Smith.

Squirrel listens carefully. Someone's whistling a familiar tune. It's not the pirate jig, but another song. One she recognises. The one she hummed to herself when the Pearl was attacked. For some reason, words creep into Squirrel's head as she listens. After a moment, Squirrel realises she's writing a song. She pinks slightly.

"You ok?" Jack asks, concerned.

Squirrel looks up. "I just thought I heard something."

"Guards?" Jack reaches for his sword.

Squirrel shakes her head, and Jack relaxes.

"I think w-we're close to the docks, though."

Jack nods. "Right. Good." He pauses, thinking. "Now the simple matter of getting out to the Pearl without making it look like I ain't kidnapping you."

Squirrel pales slightly. "You know I can't swim, Jack."

Jack nods. "And that's a problem, considering that the Pearl's out on the bay." He strokes his chin, one hand straying down to his belt. Squirrel smiles. He may be wearing a different outfit, she thinks, but he still won't leave his 'effects' behind. A question presents itself.

"Umm…" Squirrel tries to meet Jack's eyes. "This may a bad time to ask, but did you leave the compass on the Pearl with the rest of your clothes?" When Squirrel first came aboard the Pearl, she learnt that the compass that didn't point North was Jack's most prized possession… For some strange reason.

Jack stares. "I left it in Will's shop!" He grimaces. "Bloody hell!" He grabs Squirrel by the wrist. "Come on! We've got to get it!"

Me and my big mouth! Squirrel hurries to keeps up with Jack, the layers of cloth slowing her down. Jack looks back at her as they dash between alleyways.

"How do you run in that thing?"

Squirrel smiles weakly. "Barely." She hitches the dress up in her spare hand. It helps a little.

"Good! We're here." Jack swings the door open and pulls Squirrel in behind him. He swaggers over to a hessian sack and looks inside. "Right where he left it. Good old Will." He tucks the bag under one arm. "Shall we go now?"

Squirrel nods breathlessly. "But how?"

Jack grins. "We'll figure that out later. Let's just get to the docks first."

Squirrel takes a deep breath. "I… I want to ask you something, first."

Jack turns to face Squirrel, curious. She takes a deep breath.

"I know we're already talked about this, Jack." Squirrel says softly, "But I… I guess I need reminding." She shakes her head, smiling. "It's just… well, I know you told me you… That you'll never let me go, that there was no-one like me, but I… I don't know." She sighs, "I guess Elizabeth's doubts about marrying Will have infected me, or something." She bites her lip. "I guess what I'm trying to say is…Do you still love me?"

Squirrel's whole world is before her, her future, her destiny, her everything. Everything she'd ever dreamed for is right in front of her. And for once, Squirrel never looks away. It seems like the world is standing still. And the only things in that world are Jack and Squirrel.

There are no words. Neither of them needs to speak. There is only the kiss. And that speaks louder than words. Squirrel never wants it to stop. But all good things must come to an end.