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Lip Balm

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"Ye see, lass, a respectable cap'n, such as meself, deserves the respect from a cabin girl, such as yerself. Respectively, respect should be given at both ends of a certain predicament, and since the cap'n has given the cabin girl the respect that she deserves, I think it only fair that the respect is given back in return. Especially since the said cap'n has the said cabin girl's life in 'is hands. Savvy?"

Henry cocked an eyebrow, stroking a few feathers on the curve of Chicky's back, who bobbed it's head once, batting an eye in a tired motion. "I…savvy," Henry said reluctantly. Grabbing onto both ends of her hammock, she stretched it open, breathing a sigh of relief when she found no hole to patch.

"Though I don't quite understand what sorts of captain duties you have on board," She said, hanging up her hammock in a corner. "Mr. Turner claims you are a great captain, though most of all you say seems to be rehearsed, over used or.."

Jack turned around swiftly, raising his fingers, exasperation written clearly on his face. "Ye know nothing of bein' a captain, darling. If yeh could do better, then I shall give you me left arm. Honestly, woman, darlin', love, I am getting mighty close to throwin' ye and yer damned fluff bird o'er board. Now, do we need to go through me speech again?"

Henry shook her head, as Jack walked to the double doors, scowling something fierce. He shut it behind him.

"Captain Jack Sparrow does not rehearse!"

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Jack awoke to a gentle stroking at the base of his throat, a smooth, liquid like movement spreading warmth and a delightful tenderness across his chest and vertically down his forehead. A small nip was placed on his earlobe as he turned sleepily, muttering.

"I knew ye'd come 'round, love," He said, reaching out to grab a hold of the body that he had first laid eyes on in a dark alley way, dressed in men's clothing and a swift sword at the belt. "But ye ne'er told me ye wanted ter play rough." He opened his eyes, preparing to nip affectionately at the woman next to him, cozy in bed. They widened when he faced a body of smooth, white feathers.

"Bloody hell," He cried out, jumping out of his bed. He swiftly pulled at his sheets, knocking the bird down to the floor with a strangled noise. "Cursed bird ye are, ye damn chicken from 'ell." He turned to the hammock and found it empty of Henry. A rumpled sheet was swirled on top of it, as well as a sword and a bag of what appeared to be grain.

"Enjoy your night, Captain Sparrow?" Henry bent down to pick up Chicky, and sat at the corner of the squashy bed. "By the way, you have some droppings on the base of your throat.." She motioned with her hands, pointing towards a little patch of skin right above his chest.

Jack looked down, clawing at his throat with a shirt, which was sprawled upon his bed. "Out!" He cried out. "Ye and yer bloody bird, get out, the both of ye. We're droppin' ye off at Tortuga in an hour, so pack yer things, ye hellcat."

"Well, that's sort of thing I wanted to talk to you about.." Henry looked down at her feet, stroking Chicky.

Jack raised his eyebrows and scoffed. "Are ye telling me that after all the mess ye've caused on this here ship, ye want me to let ye stay?"

"Mess? I made no mess. I worked off my bloody ass…"

Jack opened his mouth, "Bringing that bird on to me ship and not telling me…And ye allowed 'im to shit all o'er me in me slumber. Ye wouldn't get in bed with me..Ye tried ter kill me."

"I hardly call that a mess, Captain Sparrow. You told me, in the Smithery, to grab essentials for the trip to Tortuga. Chicky, here, is an essential. I also hold no responsibility to my bird taking a certain liking to you. Or your throat, for that matter. Either way, both are hardly attractive," She paused, remembering the long, tedious respect speech she got the night before. "And I wasn't really going to kill you. This sword...is for good luck."

"Good luck?"

"Good luck, yes. Now, how about it Captain Sparrow? You do not deny that I make a good cabin girl."

"Aye, I'll have ter agree wit' ye on that. Yer not half bad, love." Jack sat on the bed, picking at the droppings at his throat with his finger and examining it carefully before flicking it off to the other side of the room. "But what do ye really want wit' me ship?"

"A bleedin' ship experience, you oaf," Henry cried out, jumping up from the bed. "You always expect some kind of hidden meaning behind every person that crosses your path. Or crosses your blade, for that matter. Which brings me to my reasoning. I can fight."

"That you can…interesting. Now, lassie, ye've convinced me, I'll have ye on me ship,"

"Really?"

"Aye.."

"The catch?"

Jack put on his shirt hastily, examining his rings, mouth forming a small circle. "Respect is what ye will give ter me and the rest of me crew." He paused. "And as your Captain, I 'ave a certain right ter know about yer background. To make it known that ye are a good man, good pirate. Woman, I mean. I'll ask ye to answer truthfully. Follow these, and I swear by the pain o' death, I will have ye as a member of me ship."

Henry replayed all that Jack said in her mind, a conscious voice skipping around in the pit of her stomach joyously. "Ah yes, Respect. You shall get that, Captain Sparrow. As long as you give me yours first. Which you did…As for the queries, I also agree on my own mothers grave, to answer truthfully." Henry stuck out her hand again, which was met by a slightly tanner one, as they both shook firmly.

"Now, yer full name?"

"Henrietta. I was found floating on a raft," She stated completely casually, as if that were her full name. "I'm not even quite sure if my name really is Henry…" Jack looked unsure, thinking in his head. Remind me, Captain Jack Sparrow, of why ye are letting this wench onto the Pearl? Jack shook off the thought, deciding that all would be revealed in due time.

"And yer bird, it have a name?"

"Yes, it's name is Chicky."

Jack smirked. "And it seems ter me that ye have some…attachment ter this birdy. Any reason?"

"No," Henry said, again casually. "Just a pet, actually. Had it since a young child, and I guess an animal-human relationship gets out of hand, sometimes."

Jack nodded understandingly, circling around the room as the ship swayed from side to side. "Are ye a virgin, love?"

Henry stared, opening her mouth to protest. "What is the reason for this inquiry?"

"Oh, jus' fer future references. Mayhaps…It's jus' common curiosity."

"I refuse to answer that question, you damn wheedling pig."

"Ah, a blossomin' young lass, I see," Jack smirked. Again, that squirming look was on Henry's face, as she flushed a red color, the same shade of the color she was in the first day aboard. He stopped, enjoying the scarlet color before opening his mouth to speak, "Now, where is that fluff bird?"

Jack spotted the bird, plucking at a few kernels of corn in a far corner. Grabbing a large, white sheet, he thrust the long piece of cloth onto the bird, capturing it in a thin sack.

"Ah, best throw this animal o'er board, eh?" He headed towards the door, a squirming animal in his grasp.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU BLOODY JACK ASS," Henry cried out, lunging towards Jack. She reached for her sword, the sudden seriousness of the situation dawning on her when she realized that her only weapon was on her hammock, amongst rumpled sheets and a flat pillow.

Jack burst out of his quarters, walking over to the side of ship and extending his hand and arm to the peaceful waters below. Even of the peaceful condition of the serene waters, the bird would drown in the first minute. Chickens could not fly. Chickens could not swim. Henry cursed Chicky for being so helpless.

"Now, Henry, love, I'm goin' ter attempt to ask again. It seems ter me that ye have some…attachment ter this birdy. Any reason?"

Henry stared intently, biting her lip furiously at the doorway of the Captain's quarters. The crew looked towards her direction, wide eyed and curious. Anamaria smirked at the helm, twisting the wheel around gently, as Gibbs emerged from the galley, chewing on a biscuit.

"Ah, I see, then," Jack said, shaking the bag gently. A smothered cluck was heard, coming from the pouch. "Funny thing about our little accord, here. Yeh see, ye failed ter mention anything about old Chicky ter stay on me ship."

"As I forgot to mention that my mother is not dead," Henry spat, walking towards Jack. "I have no grave to swear on."

Jack smiled, a twinkling of golden teeth was shone. "Aye, lassie. You're a quick one. But are ye quick enough to save your ol' bird from the sea if'n I drop 'im? And to save yerself…" He stopped, swaying slightly. "Now, as for your certain attachment to this animal…"

Henry hung her head, defeated. "Damn you, Sparrow."

"It touches me deeply, darlin'."

They entered back into his quarters, a sullen looking Henry and a triumphant Jack Sparrow crossing the familiar, double doors. "Back to work, ye bilge rats! We'll be at Tortuga soon."

"Aye!" They cried out, (omitting Cotton). Gibbs and Anamaria tilted their head slightly, to see if any distinguishable words could be perceived from the Captain's quarters. Upon hearing nothing, they turned to each other and gave a shrug.

The crew set to bustling around again, the familiar noises of the breaking day Pearl sounding softly throughout the morning, Caribbean sea.

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