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Lip Balm

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Jack Sparrow lunged forward, the blade of his sword emitting a small ray of light onto a clay covered wall behind the woman, who swerved slightly to the left, just missing the slice of his sword. The woman blocked it with a smaller blade, sparks flying in all directions as the two metal weapons clanged together in it's shaking glory. The two had being going at it for only a few minutes, and Jack had come to realize that this woman wasn't as frail as she appeared to be. Caring for chickens, after all.

"Yer not half bad, love," Jack said, making a quick turn to his right. "But all this for a chicken?"

With gritted teeth, she spat, "Captain, I have warned you once about the matters that belong to your own."

The woman swung her sword forward, missing the edge of Jack's shoulder by a millimeter. Jack had let his guard down, expecting this to be a "pansy" fight, with her being a woman, and all. I should have learned me damn lesson with Eunuch Boy, he thought silently, taking quick breaths.

He was still feeling a bit dizzy from the "couple" drinks of rum he had earlier in the afternoon. Damn. All this for a damn fluff-bird. Taking a sideways glance towards the small alley where the white chicken was still calmly picking at a few kernels of corn, he ducked, hearing the whoosh of the blade above his head.

"You're not doing your best," The woman said in quick huffs, lunging forward once again. She noticed that the Captain had not yet broken a sweat, and was dodging and thrusting with great ease. "Do not treat me like a child, Captain!"

"Neither are you, lass," Jack said quickly, drawing his own sword back for another swing. It was a bloody waste of time. Obviously this woman had a few skills in her palm, but was afraid to use them…Not that she'd ever beat the infamous Jack Sparrow, anyhow. "Are ye afraid of killin' me?"

"NEVER!" Came the shout, as another gleam of the sword came sailing through the air. However, Jack watched it glide across to the opposite direction of him, clanging on the ground loudly before subsiding to a low hum a few yards away from his feet.

Jack ran forward, pointing his sword in front of him, watching the glares dance amid the shadows in the now darkening alleyway. Pointing the tip of the blade to the woman's throat, he asked, "Now love, why did ye do something daf' like that, eh?"

"Avert your eyes to my abdomen, Captain," The woman said quietly, straining her head and throat backwards as to not get nicked by the sharp end of the blade.

"Gladly," Jack said huskily, lowering his eyes. He found a small hand there, grasping firmly onto a pistol with the finger planted steadily on the trigger, pointing upwards towards his own throat. She had obviously fished it out at the correct moment, when the sword was being thrown with her left arm.

"Stalemate, Captain," the woman said in a low grumble, pushing the pistol forward. "With a nudge of my finger…"

"And wit' the flick of me wrist," Jack said slowly, motioning towards his sword. "…a stalemate, eh? Is that how you always win your battles?"

"A stalemate is not a won game, Captain Sparrow," The woman said clearly, motioning with her eyes towards the now exposed tattoo on his arm. The sparrow gliding above the setting sun seemed to spread it's wings and swerve into the orb a bit more, as Jack moved his arm and placed it away from his body, index fingers pointed.

"Since ye know me own name, tis only fair you lend me yers," Jack said with a quick smile, looking at his own trademark tattoo. He really needed to get to that damn Smithery. His time was limited, as always. And though he would rather spend his times with a woman, he would rather not push on her temper. Which was hanging by a thread, already.

"Henrietta," The woman said in exasperation, as if her name was the furthest thing in her mind. She threw him a look of annoyance first, before rolling her eyes subtly. "Henry, mostly."

"Well, Henry," Jack said quickly, taking an animated mock bow and lifting his hat, which had a small scratch in it's side, before turning slightly. "Twas nice crossin' blades wit' ye. I'd concentrate on yer footwork," He smiled, motioning with kohl traced eyes towards her legs with a sly face slathered on dark features. "To the Smithery, if you please."

"Forward," Henry said in a rather strained voice, ignoring his latter question for a moment or two and then motioning out of the alleyway with her fingers. "Forward, left, right. Right, right, and then left. And there will be no next time."

"Cheery, then" Jack replied with a grim smile, heading out of the abandoned street to the familiar sound of his own boots clunking. Still on an empty stomach, he cast a mournful look towards the end of the alleyway, eyes searching for the woman and her beloved chicken.

He found none of both, just a small poke of a white shirt, wedged between a weathered looking door and it's equally weathered looking frame before it shut with a soft click and a twist of a lock.

Stomach grumbling, he picked up his pace, trying to remember the directions Henry had informed him of. "Bet he tasted like shit any 'ow…drink up me 'earties…"

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A BIG hand to my reviewers. Jack sends his thanks. I apologize for his absence, he is currently under lock and key within my closet.

I think he's modeling a few of his Anne Taylor dresses for me, later today. I am going to video tape it, so anyone who reviews will receive a copy of Jack Sparrow in many dresses, sipping rum and walking down a runway.

CaptainSparrowsfeistylass- Thank ye. Thank ye. :D I love all of your reviews. I want to eat that chicken. O_o;

Audie- Poor chicken, indeed. There's a secret behind that chicken, I'll tell you what it is. [Henry: SHUT IT. You don't want Jack to hear.]

CatRina- I'm glad you liked. :]

DaydreamBeliever14- Your Captain Jack Sparrow doll is being shipped to you by Jack Sparrow himself, mate! Just wait a bit, he's still modeling those dresses for me..

Bluesywisdom- I'm glad you find it to your appeal! :D Much thanks.

Jack: Jo? I need help wit' this here zipper. Ye want ter help me out 'ere?

Jo: [Giggles like a school girl] O'course, mate. Wait..let me get the camera ready. [Turns on button.]

Jack: Camera?

Jo: Don't worry about it...just turn to the metal, red lighted thing and say Fan girls, I love you all. Marry me.

Jack: [Still halfway in dress] Fangirls, I love you all. Marry me.