Yay! I didn't have to wash anyone's dirty socks! Thank yous to tarbarme and Vicangel...Rum to you both!

Disclaimer: Meg is mine, the story is mine, Meg's cloak is mine, uhh...JACK'S HAT IS MINE:gets glares from Disney people: Ok, so I made a replica Sunday night...it took four hours...I CAN MAKE WILL'S NIFTY HAT TOO:more glares from Disney People: What? All I said is that I could make it...I haven't yet and I don't own the original... :sighs: ...all things Disney belong to the Mouse...:hides from glaring Disney People:

When they entered, Will found a table and sat down. Meg looked around. There were many people and it was loud. A fistfight was going on at one end of the tavern. Meg heard Jack's voice and looked in another direction. He was sitting at a table with both arms around Scarlet and Giselle. Meg blinked and leaned over to Will.

"I thought you said Jack was having some trouble with them?" she said. Will looked over too.

"Hmm, apparently not any more. I'm going to get something to drink. Want anything?"

"Rum," was all she said and put her head in her arms on the table. Will nodded and started for the bar. Meg kept glancing at Jack but every time he was looking someplace else. Meg looked around once more and then back at Jack. He was looking at her. Their eyes locked and Meg couldn't seem to pull away. She saw Scarlet and Giselle look at her too.

"Who's that?" Giselle asked.

"No one," replied Jack and turned smiled at the wench.

The girl sighed. 'No one.' She was 'No one' to Jack. He was her beloved Pirate King and he didn't want to be around her. Meg grinned a little when she used the term, "Pirate King." Then an evil plan began to form in her mind. What if Meg called Jack that? Will came back with the rum and set one down in front of Meg. She thanked him and took a sip. It went down rather hard but she showed no sign of it. The plan was still new inside of her head and she took no notice of the rum. Though, it did taste rather good.

Will and Meg sat drinking for a while. Not a word was spoken. Will finished his and looked at Meg.

"Well, shall we go back, then?" he asked. Meg nodded and finished her rum. They got up and started walking out. Before Meg when through the door, she looked back at Jack who, surprisingly, was watching her. She quickly turned around and caught up with Will.

Back in the Pearl, Meg went back to her hammock and lay down. Why had he been watching her? She drifted in and out of sleep for a while until she heard the door open and shut. Footsteps were heard along the floor. Meg also heard clothing against skin and the bed sheets moving. The only candle lit was blown out and then…darkness. Meg pretended to be asleep and slowly rolled over in the hammock. She squinted her eyes a little and looked at the room. There was a dark shape in the bed. She guessed it was Jack. Sure enough, when her eyes were accustomed to the darkness, Meg could make out an outline of the Captain. He then rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Meg shut her eyes quickly as she heard him move again and sigh.

"I know you're awake, Meg," she heard Jack say.

"What's it to you, Captain?" she replied calmly. Jack smirked. He got up and walked towards Meg's hammock. She opened her eyes slowly. He stood over her, shirtless. Butterflies stirred in her stomach.

"What were you doing in the bar?" Jack asked.

"G-getting a drink…" replied the girl.

"That it?"

"Yes,"

"No spying?"

"What?"

Jack leaned down over the hammock and placed one hand on either side of Meg.

"It looked as if you were trying to find someone or something to look at. I know that once you found me, you stared at me for quite a while. What was going on in your head after you looked away and smiled?" he said a little harshly. Meg stared back at for a moment. He was so close. If he actually liked her, Meg thought that he could've kissed her if he wanted.

"Well?" Jack prodded. Meg blinked and came out of her thoughts.

"Nothing," she said and looked away. Jack smirked again.

"What am I to you?" he asked rather suddenly. Meg blinked and looked back at him.

"Er," she began awkwardly. Jack continued staring at her. "Well…as of today…my Guardian and my Captain,"

"Mm-hmm…anything else?"

Meg hesitated.

"…And the greatest pirate ever to sail the Spanish Main?"

"Not just the Spani--,"

"Spanish Main, the entire ocean, the entire world," Meg finished. Jack scowled a little, confused. How had she known that? Of course, it was the right answer. Meg smiled a little. She had quoted Jack's own words to Elizabeth. Thank goodness that she remembered to leave out 'love'.

"Well, that was the right answer," Jack said straightening up a bit.

"O' course it was…your majesty…" Meg mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Well, as it works in my mind, anyone who has the title of 'Greatest Pirate in the Entire World' should also bear the title of 'King,'" Meg explained. "So, you would be the Pirate King," She rolled onto her side a little. All of this went through Jack's mind. He grinned a little.

"Maybe you are good for something," he said. "Keep up with the praises and maybe there will be something in it for you at the end of this voyage,"

Meg smiled and nodded.

"Yes, Captain,"

"Go to sleep now," Jack turned and walked back over to his bed and lay down. Meg continued smiling. Her pirate had given her some bit of acknowledgement. She fell asleep around tem minutes after.

The next morning, early, Meg was on her stomach in the hammock. Her right foot was hanging out of it, as was her left arm. Her cloak was over her rather neatly though. She opened her eyes and stared out the window. It was rather bright out for how early it was. She tried sitting up but the counterbalance of the hammock was thrown off and it turned over. Meg landed on her back on the floor with a loud thud. She groaned. Then she heard laughing from the doorway. She turned her head but only saw a pair of boots walking towards her. She looked up and saw Jack over her, with his hand outstretched.

"Good morning, Meg," he said and helped her up.

"Morning Captain," Meg replied sleepily as she clung on to her cloak. She also clung to him as Jack pulled her up. However, she soon realized this and let go. She sat back in the hammock. A small memory of Meg clinging onto him on The Celtic Cross crossed Jack's mind.

"There's, uh, someone I want you to meet," Jack said. "But we have to go into town,"

Meg looked up at him and nodded, yawning. She pulled on her boots, coat, and cloak. Jack waited impatiently.

"Come on, come on, lets go!" he grabbed onto her sleeve barely after Meg had put her cloak on. They went into Tortuga.

"Umm, Jack?" Meg asked and he looked back at her.

"What," he answered a little roughly.

"W-who're we meeting?"

Jack sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Giselle wanted to meet you. No doubt you heard me call you, 'No one.' But she insisted that she meet you but then you left with Will,"

"Oh," Meg was a little surprised. Giselle wants to meet someone whom, however secretly, loves Jack? Meg shrugged and continued to follow the Pirate King. She looked around. Many seedy looking pirates were staring after her. Meg hugged herself a little, from lack of affection. Jack glared at a few of them and they immediately turned away. He looked back at Meg again. She was following silently and staring at the ground, watching Jack's boots to follow him. Jack stopped and so did Meg. She continued looking anywhere but Jack. He smirked a little.

"Meg,"

"Hmm?" she said a little absent-mindedly.

"You look like you've never been to Tortuga, love," he took hold of her chin again and forced Meg to look at him. Meg noticed they were awfully close. A small glint of sympathy, softness and gentleness began to form in Jack's eye but was interrupted.

"Sparrow!" a female voice called. Jack let go of Meg and turned away looking to see who called him. Giselle was walking towards the two pirates.

"Giselle, love!" Jack walked towards her. Meg followed behind slowly wondering what Jack was going to do before Giselle came.

"This is Meg," Jack continued pushing Meg in front of him. She nodded a little towards Giselle who did the same. Giselle smiled a little and looked Meg up and down. Meg looked down and away for a moment. She then realized that Jack's hand was still upon her shoulder. Why? Why was he being like this? Jack leaned over to the wench and whispered something in her ear and then kissed her cheek. Giselle nodded and turned away hearing someone call her name. Jack watched her go. Meg looked at the ground still wondering what Jack was going to do. He began walking away but pushed Meg in front of him still. He sighed a little. Meg looked back.

"'S wrong?" she asked. Jack smiled a little.

"Nothing," he looked ahead. "I think Will wanted to go to Port Royal for a little while and see Elizabeth…his wife, you know," Meg nodded and continued walking. "He's not going to be too happy when we come back because he wanted to leave by now," Jack finished. The docks soon came into view and Jack let go. He walked ahead and jumped into the dinghy. Meg followed and sat down. She watched the water as Jack rowed to the Pearl. She was still puzzled about Jack. Maybe he was just in a bad mood yesterday…

:waits for the dirty socks: This one was really confusing to write...don't worry, some action does appear later. I have to get back to writing an essay for Religion but I'll try to post the next chappie after I'm done! R&R, me hearties!