"Take off your clothes." Jack repeated sternly.

"So that you can do what, may I ask!" June's anger soared what kind of chauvinistic scumbag had she met.

Jack laughed full heartedly at her unsuppressed rage, seeing instantly where the problem lay. "So that you can take a bath, I thought all women liked to be clean." He watched as June, about to harry him more gathered what he said; almost choking in the process. The red hue that stained her cheeks gave startling complement to her face. Now out of her disguise, Jack was fully astonished by just how beautiful she was. "I'll be keeping the men busy unloading the boat, so if you'd like to take a dip now there'd be no one to stop you."

"How gentlemanly." She replied decorously before remembering the prier argument. "Will the rest of your men get a chance to… ummm… freshen up?"

"Lady, there are many differences between men and women."

"I would hope so." Said June rolling her eyes. If everyone were as pigheaded and selfish as men, the world would probably go up in flames.

"And men," he continued as if she hadn't interrupted, "don't care if they're dirty, stink' in, vagabonds."

"Well that's true." June nodded agreement, "But still, I should not get such privileges that doesn't apply to the rest of the crew."

"Well perhaps the rest of the crew doesn't smell."

"I smell?" Lifting up her arm she checked for any offensive aromas. All she smelled was sea salt. "I do not smell."

"Yes you do." Jack chuckled at the scene he'd just witnessed, "You really stink."

"I do not!"

"You no it's very unbecoming."

June's rage unleashed and she hurled herself at the smirking Captain. "I don't stink!"

Not prepared for the blow, both Jack a June were pitched backwards and thrown into the water. Splash! Jack found a hand pushing him under, and then a breast in his face suffocating him, as June scrambled to get her head above water. In one smooth move he pushed himself out from beneath her, only to come up and with the first gulp of air choke on water. It took him awhile to realize that June was thrashing around so much there was no way for him to breathe, as if he was still beneath the water.

"Jack, Jack please!" Every time she brought her head above water she'd plunge beneath and come up sputtering. The currents she was making in her frenzy were so turbulent it drowned out the noise of the falls. "Jack help!"

"What is wrong?" He began to approach but, during a very panicky episode, her foot collided with his groin sending him under.

When he broke through the surface gain he heard her terrified cries. "Jack! Help! (Gurgle, gurgle) I… I… (glug, glug)."

Jack stared at her stricken face incredulously, "You can't swim?"

"Noooooooooo!"

"Well why don't you try standing up?" Jack couldn't help but snicker as the waves stopped and June warily placed her feet on the ground. The water rose to her breast, not enough to be scared of let alone drown in. "Hahahahahahaha! How pathetic."

June turned her back on him and began trudging up to shore. "Shut up! Ohhhhhh, you claim to be such a fashionable pirate but you're just- you're just…" She stumbled and fell into the depths of the water.

Jack pulled her to safety and waited as the spitting and coughing stopped. "I'm just a what?" Her being so close to him sent fire to his groin- either that or it was left over from her kick.

"You're just a- a male." She burped from all the water she had consumed and giggled because of it. He set her down on the sand and smiled at the look that crossed her face as she relished in the thought of solid ground. "I don't know what I was thinking."

"What do you mean?"

"Me on a pirate ship." She smiled at the ludicrousness of it all. "I who can't even swim."

"I could teach you to swim." Jack suggested. A true Captain wouldn't risk a crewman's safety by not teaching him to swim- or her for that matter. " If you'd like."

"I would like that." Turning towards him she raised a dripping hand and brushed back his hair into an agreeable style. " I like you."

She murmured this drunkenly and Jack became worried. "I think you should sit down." He guided her to a stump and set her down. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Heehee." She grinned dreamily, then her head lolled forward and she was out.

"It must have been the trauma." Jack sighed. Picking up the limp figure he made his way back to the camp.

In the shadows two eyes glowed watching, hidden in secret as the figures fade away.