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Lip Balm

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Days rolled by like an unwavering fog, and Henrietta found that her swimming lessons were growing to be gradually easier as the time passed. She could tread water, hold her breath longer than anyone on the ship, and swim faster than most of the crew members. She was satisfied with herself, a small swell of pride accumulating in her chest every time she beat Jack to the water, relishing in that slight moment when her dear Captain raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Henry was done. She could swim, she was content.

Jack, however, was not quite finished with her.

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Henry stirred awake in her lightly rocking hammock to find Chicky blinking at her from her abdomen with two amber, round eyes, glossy and alert. Stroking his soft feathers, she placed him on the floor and took a step, stopping abruptly. The ship was not moving. Turning her head towards a window, she bathed in the golden light and stared outside. The ocean was tranquil glass, the sun bright, the Pearl was peacefully swaying, but not motionless.

"'Wake yet, love?" Jack situated himself at the border of the entrance, a small smile tugging from the corners of his lips.

Henry shrugged, quirking her eyebrow at the rather thick question. "Merely sleepwalking, thank you."

"Quite good to 'ear, actually, seein' as how ye have…" Jack took a dramatic pause and opened the door more wide, a small stream of light dancing in a narrow triangle on the dust ridden floor. "One more swimming lesson to complete. 'Twill be entertainin' to watch a slumberin' woman drown." He gave a subtle smile, scratching at the side of his face in mock amicableness. "'Scuse the slip of me tongue, darlin'. Meant…swim."

"Swimming lesson? Have we not completed our lessons yet, Captain? I can swim now, you are aware of that."

"Aye." Jack turned and left, speaking through the door. "Be ready in a few minutes, Henry."

She begrudgingly tied her hair back with a wrinkled sash and stepped outside of the Captain's quarters, mumbling gruffly and jesting Jack's swaggering walk with great fury, throwing her arms back and leaning forwards, limbs flying in all sorts of awkward positions.

Irked and bothered, she continued, "Love, been entertainin' to see a slumberin' woman drown. Yo ho, yo ho…shiver me timbers." Henry stuck out her pinky finger and swaggered towards his direction, closing one eye and speaking an exaggerate slurred tone generously. "I love me rum. Argh, matey…get in the water, me dear Henrietta. I be the great, infamous, beautiful, swaggering, charming, handsome, lovely, dashing, sensual, sexual Jack Sparrow. Bow down to me manly pheromones."

Henry finished and looked up at Jack with an accomplished smirk on her face, brown eyes boring into brown. "Yes, Captain?" She asked innocently, clasping her lower lip between her teeth.

Jack slit his eyes, mouth turned downward, "That is a stupendous imitation, Henry. Now, if ye will be so kind as t'guess who I am."

He rotated around swiftly, clearing his throat obnoxiously a number of times. Henry crossed her arms and yawned mutely, eyebrows raised.

Jack faced her, lips scrunched into a small, puckering circle. "I be a bee-you-tee-full, gorgeous sea lass with a rollin', tumbling body." His voice was an octave higher, his eyebrows almost disappearing from underneath his sweat stained sash, and his eyes were wide, blinking frequently to accentuate his lovely, dark lashes.

"I've got the most sensual body and I like to taunt me fair share of miscreants wit' it, but they can never tongue me, 'scuse, meant touch me, no no." Jack set his posture straight and raised his head high, walking around on the deck, throwing and swaying his buttocks and hips in a feminine manner. "I own a damned fluff bird named Chicky. What kind o' name in bloody 'ell is that, eh? Who names a chick, Chick?! Anyway, I wish Cap'n Jack Sparrow would make love to me from eve'nin to morn. He is ever so handsome, dashing, charming and beautiful."

Jack gasped mockingly and rested a delightfully light hand on his jutting hip. "I would love to throw me beautiful, curvy body t'that man." Blinking feverishly, Jack gave a dramatic bow and then looked up, smirking triumphantly.

"Now, if ye will be so generous as to take a wild guess as to who I just imitated… "

Henry, holding back great eruptions of laughter, smiled slyly to Jack, who was expecting an answer. "I honestly don't know, Captain Jack Sparrow. But perhaps Gibbs and Cotton might have a clue."

Jack spun around quickly, dread filling his face with hot blood when he spotted a certain Gibbs and Cotton, laughing so hysterically that they had to grab onto the railing to keep from falling down and collapsing. Gibbs, his face porky and splotched red, cried streams of tears, and Cotton's mouth was so wide that his truncated tongue was in perfect, grotesque view.

"Was only rehearsin' a famous play. Well known through out France and England. Shakespeare himself…" Jack attempted to explain to them. However, their laughter blocked out any incoming reasoning, as he threw up his hands in exasperation and shot Henry a look of poison.

Henry shrugged absentmindedly with a small smile, looking up at Jack's incredulous face with victory. "I think they liked it." A small sway of her hand. "Don't you?"

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Jack fidgeted with a bristled braid protruding from his chin impatiently, baring his teeth in frustration ever so often. How did this happen? He thought he had her by the arms and legs, and then, poof. He was walking around, waving his hips around succulently and talking in a feminine voice…No. Don't even think about it. He had let her make him a fool. In front of his crew! Well, maybe not his whole crew. And it wasn't like Cotton was going to go tell someone.

Jack laughed at his own joke, and then stopped. Gibbs. He was always a bit of a person to exaggerate. One to fabricate his stories until suddenly, they were all wrong. Soon, his whole crew, even Henry, would be laughing about how their Captain dressed up in women's pantalets with rouge and powder thick on his face. They would drivel of their Captain with ill-manner, swigging great amounts of rum and going into a drunk stupor…without him!

By God, Gibbs would have to be careful of his words. None were necessary, thank you very, very much. This sort of thing did not happen to Captain Jack Sparrow. In fact, it was impossible.

He was humiliated, angry, infuriated, riled, irate, livid, mortified …but strangely, a small vine of light escaped from the deepest crevices of his dark thoughts. …Pride. He had made her smile. It was against his will, benefit and reputation, but it was the first time that Jack had seen Henry smile for the pure delight of, well, being happy. Again, against his whole well being.

However, things would come as quickly as it went around. Jack was sure. No drinking games were allowed without him. Especially drinking games that involved a concocted up addled tale about a woman Jack Sparrow.

Henry began to peel away her boots with no avail, bottom planted firmly on the splintering deck, when Jack stopped her suddenly. He snaked an arm around her waist and heaved her up to a standing position, forcing Henry to lean against him for support. "Won't be neein' yer boots."

"Lovely, no swimming lesson, then. I concur completely, Captain."

"There will be a swimming lesson." A small grin was exposed. "'Twas a nice expression ye did o' me, darlin'," Jack said with a slight strain to his voice.

"I full heartedly agree. However, you say we are swimming? Then why not the boots?" Henry said lightly, giving his arm a bit of loosening from her waist. "It's just that I want to hurry and throw me bee-you-tee-full body at ye and have ye make love ter me from love to morn', yo ho, yo ho." Henry barked a quick laugh.

Jack grimaced, "Well, ye are swimming, dove. It's jus' a bit o' a test. I'm just going to check something, ye see. More realistic, I'll be makin' it." Fishing into his pocket, Jack pulled out a small piece of driftwood and a tiny square, bound in soft leather.

"What is this?" Henry asked curiously, arching her brows.

"This be our treasure map, love," Jack spoke softly, clasping the piece of light wood and weightless leather in his calloused palm. "And I am going to throw it o'er board, and ye will retrieve it for me. Savvy?"

The atmosphere changed dramatically from light to a thick and brewing tension.

Henry's eyes widened. "You're going to do what with our treasure map? You can't just simply throw it overboard, you savage excuse of a Captain. That would be the end of our fame and fortune. I have poured blood and sweat into that piece of damned parchment.."

"Ah, but no tears?" Jack grasped Henry's hand and traced the fine carving in her palm with a rough thumb, grinning softly. Henry snatched her arm away, fuming dangerously.

"I am already famous, Henry. Or infamous, if ye prefer. And I am the most fortunate man on this Earth, to have ye by me side, me beauty."

Henry grimaced and clutched onto her own palms, managing to roll her eyes subtly at the cocky Captain.

"Hm? 'Twas only givin' a well respected reference to me beauty, the Pearl." Jack smirked.

"I trust ye to get it," Jack said simply, throwing his arm back and tossing the piece of wood quite a distance away from the ship. Henry could see the wood and leather as a small speck from the Pearl, guarding it with just her eyesight, it bobbed and dipped in the water. "Do ye trust me?" Jack smiled, running a finger across her forehead and brushing away a few strands of hair.

"No."

"Figured, love." Jack tightened his grip around her waist and then guided her towards the ships drop off. "I can push ye, or ye can jump in. However, we haven't got all day."

Henry did not budge. Blood rushed to her face like a mighty a tidal wave, and red splotches formed her tanned cheeks. Jack eyed her, admiring the color. Thoughts ran through her mind on jumping into the ocean and retrieving a single object that she had kept for so long, as if she were tethered to the thing like a whining pup to a pole. How dare he test her. She saw it floating and bobbing, farther now, in the tranquil water and grappled to remain calm.

Jack, with a small smile leaned back. "Go aft' it love." With one fluid movement of his arm, Jack pushed Henry overboard and watched as she sloppily slid down in the air, at the last minute, transforming into a sharp nosed dive.

Anamaria was taken back. "Jack ye cruel bastard, she only just learned 'ow to swim."

Jack faced her. "She can get it, Ana. Don't worry yer head." He shook her off with a hand and then turned back to the ocean, watching Henry advance on the map quickly.

"Yer daft! She's not even sure herself. 'Ow can ye be? Don't test her, show her, ye half-witted scurvy cad."

Jack shook his head solemnly. "I am showing 'er…with a test." A slight smirk was shown, gold glinting with the smoldering sunlight.

"Showing her? Showing 'er what? Ignorance? Arrogance? Extortation?" Anamaria threw off her hat and chucked it fiercely at Jack, who caught it before the wind blew it into the ocean. She pointed an accusing finger at Jack's nose, he leaned backwards to avoid getting poked. "Ye can't just throw some lass o'er board because yer angry wit' her."

"I'm not," He said simply. "I trust the addled ol' sea gel. She's got to prove it t'me, Ana."

Anamaria grabbed her hat from his grasp and shook her head. "Ye know nothing of trust yerself, Jack. She is despising you at this very moment, do ye call that trust? Ignorance will have it's damned way wit' ye, Captain Jack Sparrow." She turned and left, muttering incoherently.

He turned, flustered, but still smiled and watched Henry as she swam efficiently to the folded treasure map, raise it high in the air and erupt in a stream of curses for the eternal torture of Captain Jack Sparrow. Jack turned to his crew with wide arms.

"Ah, knew she loved me."

Turning to Henry, he cupped his hands together over his mouth and bellowed, "Come 'board, Henry. Ye've passed the test." He lowered a coarse cord of rope from a mast to the depth of the water and then looked up. A small swell of pride causing Jack to puff up his chest.

"Knew ye could do it, love. Had every trust in ye, my go'geous, beautiful, sealass.." Jack looked down to the ocean, hearing no infuriated grumbling or uproar from Henry's familiar voice.

Finding not a dark head in the blue water within a seeing radius of the ship, his eyes widened.

Henry was gone.

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I'd just like to say one thing. I am deeply, deeply sorry that I haven't updated. I had writers block and even now I think that this chapter isn't that well written. The plot of this chapter seems to be off a bit, askew, distorted, contorted, have your pick. Jack's not in character, Ana is too wordy, Henry is being strange and Jack threw a treasure map off of the ship. WHO DOES THAT?! That's okay though, I still had fun writing it. And not to mention editing it with my blue pen. The inks almost run out, by the way. :P

Bribery for today. Captain Jack Sparrow is currently sending out letters, against my will, to all of his loved ones. With pictures of him on a beach, looking mightily handsome at that. Review and he'll send one, two, three or five hundred your way.

P.S. He licked the postage stamps by himself. What a big boy. ;]