Disclaimer: Still I don't own pirates, but you would think by now with all I have I lived and breathed nothing but it…..well someday…

Author's note: Sorry this took so long…..but yeah summer and stuff, hope to have a new chapter soon, but I'm sorry, I have quiet a few classes this year I need to concentrate on.. So I shall try, but I have no promises on my quickness for updating. Please keep reading when I update I love you people!

It had been a few days since they had gotten off and away from Port Royal. Both had been keeping a weather eye open in case white sails of the British or any other country, along with the infamous Jolly Roger popped up over the horizon. Now, just a few hours away sat their favorite island. Tortuga. Both had been having sleepless nights or horrid nightmares making sleep something to avoid. Now up on the main deck of the small boat, both were hoping that no other storm would cross their path since their current ship was probably less durable than the Pearl. The ocean was relatively calm with just enough wind to carry the ship to the island at a steady pace.

Compared to the ships at the port, Will's seemed rather superfluous. It didn't stop either from bringing the Swan into the docks. With the rope there they tied the ship to the dock and got off; heading into town. The first place they went to was none other than the Faithful Bride. The name held some irony since it was a tavern that sold rum and was a popular hang out for lonely men and pleasurable company. The two entered, taking up a small table in a dimly lit corner in the back. A barmaid had passed as Kate grabbed her arm gently, ordering two large mugs of their favorite amber liquid. She went off and filled their order of drinks, taking their money in exchange. The two took a refreshing swill of the rum, grinning to themselves as the familiar taste filled their dry mouths.

"Now Jack," Kate said, placing her wood mug down and stared at the captain. "What are you planning to do now that she's gone?"

"Not sure love," he replied, shrugging. "Find another ship until I retire or otherwise," he muttered taking another swill from his mug.

"Where do you plan to find this ship Jack? If you wanted a large one, we should have taken one at Port Royal."

He smiled shaking his head from side to side. "Too noticeable love did that once before."

"Then where-"

"You leave that to ol' Jack now. I know what I'm doing Kate even if it doesn't look like it." That infamous smile showed again; that lopsided one that appeared to be irresistible to any woman who crossed its path, and more often than not, their downfall.

With a defeated sigh she dropped the subject there and glanced around the rather crowded tavern wondering who was there and if anyone here knew of the Pearl's demise. She had already noticed a few people glancing their way and started to whisper to others at their tables. She began to mentally mark a few that she didn't trust and she knew Jack had noticed. He had given her a quick nod allowing her to continue. Kate had never been one to trust many and even now she still didn't trust Jack completely and he knew. Something he had found interesting about her; unable to win her over with a single smirk, even with a few drinks. It was something that kept him coming back to her, among other things. A guarded treasure he wished to unlock and so far had failed. Kate was well aware that her secrecy and lack of her trust was something that drew Jack to her. A small smile crept over her face as she took another sip. She had never fully trusted anyone since she was a young lass, it seemed to be something that naïve people believed in. She had seen what had happened with Jack, and it was something she dare not wish to repeat; even if there was not much to lose in case of mutiny or anything else.

Evidently they were in one of the darker corners of the tavern as Kate noticed a strumpet heading towards Jack. If she had been in a different mood, she would not have paid much attention; after losing her home however she placed a rather protective grip on his wrist, which caused him to give her a rather odd look with an arched brow. However, the woman opened her mouth and greeted Jack warmly taking no notice of Kate.

Jack turned towards the woman greeting him as he gave a quick smile and nodded in her direction. Kate emitted a soft yet protective growl as the woman took a seat at their table and leaned in towards Jack, giving him a small peek of what was underneath.

"Hello Jack," the woman said seductively. "Might I grace ye with me company tonight?"

Kate leaned forward letting her presence be known. "He already has company for the night," she hissed grabbing onto Jack's arm tightly as the woman sitting across from Kate gave her a rather surprised look. "And we were just leaving." With that, she stood up and left the table bringing Jack with her.

Once out into the gun smoke, dust filled air Jack finally spoke. "What was that for love? I don't think I've ever seen ye act as protective as that before," he said with a teasing smirk though hiding his worry of something else. He had seen women grow that protective before and had also seen the end result. Though he cared for Kate he wasn't sure how much. He took a deep breath and turned her towards him placing a gentle yet firm grip on her shoulders. "Kate is there something ye aren't telling me?" he asked not exactly sure how to take her reaction. "I mean I've seen women grow that protective before and frankly I don't think I can go through that again." Once more he was slightly puzzled by Kate's reaction. Usually he could read the opposite sex rather well, but with Kate, it would appear that he had lost his touch.

She had stopped trying to walk when Jack began to speak. She knew what he was referring to. Her look was simply an unreadable one. She wasn't sure how to react to what he was asking her. Surely she did not care for Jack the way he was insinuating, but then again she couldn't just say she didn't care. "Jack. If you're asking if I have become one of those hopeless love sick women you have a habit of attracting, you can rest assure that I have not become one," Her tone being one that seemed assuring and strong; independent. "I only pulled you away because that woman was ill. Glazed over look in her eyes. But of course, you can just ignore that and go be with her for the night if you wish me to leave."

Was that supposed to be a threat Jack asked himself. He hadn't noticed the glazed look in the woman's eyes, for the most men looked at other places rather than a woman's eyes for beauty it was an old habit. Had Kate done nothing, he would have noticed before anything had happened but it didn't matter at the moment. He sighed and shook his head slowly, "It were just a mere question Kate, nothing big. I just wanted to make sure," he told her. "But now that we have left the tavern and ye have already claimed that the two of us are on another's company for the night, what do you say to a drink and possibly food some place else?"

She grinned playfully. "Jack, I said you already had company for the night. I never said I did," she winked. "And say we go with your plan, how do you plan to pay for it?" Teasingly she held his small leather pouch in front of him jingling the coins inside. "Seeing that I have the money, I think we will be doing what I want." Jack rolled his eyes with a grin and shrugged. There was simply no more he could do other than let her go and do what she wanted. "Now we go drink," she said grabbing him by the arm and heading down a crowded alley.

The alley was lined with all sorts of things. Empty bottles, broken glass and crates, drunk men, half of them trying to lead a 'lady of the night' down some more secluded street to finish their business agreement, or women passing through, looking for any interested man. Wooden signs hung over doors some closed while others were open and bursting with life, while others drunk their own lives into oblivion behind closed doors. Eventually Kate deemed one worth drinking at and pulled Jack in after her. The sign above was a simple wooden mug willed with beer or some liquor being held up by a strong, muscle like arm. The name was already starting to fade away so only a few letters could be seen.

When the two had entered and glanced around for the bar they were spotted by a man off in the corner. One glass eye with a mixed color of gold and silver while the other was a dark brown. An old ratty mass of hair blonde and gray in color hid under a dingy cloth like hat. His beard reached his shirt and cloak and brushed against the two as his head turned to follow the pair as they grabbed their drinks and took an empty table towards the back. Watching the crowds' fight and drink.

An aged hand crept out from under the table and grabbed his drink bringing it up to his cracked lips and downed half of what he had remaining in his mug. He set it down as the few drops of alcohol were brushed of his mustache by his forearm. Something about these two drew the man's attention to them. There wasn't much difference between them and the others drinking other than Kate being one of those rare female pirates who found their way to the tavern. As he continued to watch the pair consume more amounts of alcohol the more time they spent there, both speaking and laughing loudly. He was close enough to hear their conversation, yet far enough to appear to be thinking to himself and looking for the company of a young woman for the night. As he continued to watch the two his eyes widened as the lass mentioned her companion's name. Captain Jack Sparrow. At the mentioning of the name an ancient hand glided down over the dagger he had in his belt.

The two seemed to be in a deep conversation as they staggered out of the tavern. The aged man slowly rose from his wooden three-legged chair and headed after the pair who seemed to have had their fair share of rum. He watched the two head into an inn, one of the few on the island and waited outside the building, watching the corner room that just lit up as he took a seat on an empty barrel. He could see shadows moving over the light that passed through the broken shutters. Within an hour or so the candles had been blown out but he waited another half hour or so knowing better than just going straight up to the room after the lights were blown out. He looked around the lively street marking where a few people were also taking note that none seemed to have been following them or part of his crew.

It was around three in the morning when Kate began to wake up. She was wrapped in a sheet, a blinding headache that indicated a night of heavy drinking. So why was she awake at such an ungodly hour? Rubbing a temple with one hand and holding the sheet up with the other as she slowly sat up bringing her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and letting out a tired groan. With her eyes still shut she let one hand drop to the bed and feel around. At first everything seemed normal, sheets, her, Jack still asleep. But then her hand touched something out of place. It was still warm and sort of sticky. After the thought of what it could be her eyes shot open as she turned immediately to her right side. She lifted her hand up, rubbing her fingers together. The texture was all too familiar to someone in her profession. Blood. But where had the blood come from? She turned around on the bed looking at a pool of blood seeping into the sheet coming from a trail leading to the body next to her. With a deep, shaky breath she turned more to look at her partner looking at his chest and face. The color was slowly fading in the moonlight but she knew it wasn't just that. His cheeks had lost their usual tan color and his chest wasn't moving. She noticed blood that took on a silver color as the moon hit it, and the wounds these were coming from were covering his chest. She gasped, and nearly fell off the bed as she stepped away covering her mouth to keep her from screaming. She found herself now staring at the body of what used to be the unstoppable Captain Jack Sparrow.

Blakelee: Uh hee hee yeah sorry about that. I'll try and make it easier to know who is who.

Laura: No exciting escape scene yet but I will try and give you one some time. And I'm glad this was a nice reprieve from History, this is going to be my way of escaping school so I hope I can get enough for it you know? Right now I really should be writing my rough draft for English lol. Thanks for the somewhat review 

Frank: I'm sorry it was short, this one is short too but unlike you I have a lot of school and stuff, I mean you have school too but yeah I had a lot going on that time and this time I just didn't know what else to write. So yeah….and I called you Frank since you had no other name 

Mystic Moon Maiden: Well thanks  I love reviews and yours was the first and longest so you get free chocolate and if you don't like that, uh free whatever you like! And I know exactly where and how they met, but yeah you'll see later on, probably in a flashback soon enough. I just hope you enjoyed this one too for the most part.