Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original POTC characters…otherwise I would be making a real book or movie…not fan fiction. I hold all rights to my original characters.

Chapter 5

Because La Dolce Vita is a nicer sort of restaurant, I decided we needed to dress up a bit…I went downstairs and grabbed one of my brother's nice shirts and tossed it at Jack. I chose a dark blue one that shimmers in the light. I thought it would go lovely with his extreme tan. I guess living at sea with no sunscreen gives you divine colour. "Here, change into this, aite? I'm going to go get changed and then we can go."

I was wearing jeans, which were all right if I paired them with a nicer shirt…I settled on a lacy purple tank top with a black blouse over it. I strapped on my nice heels and clicked out my door…Only to run straight into Jack. He caught me before I fell and set me upright. "Maybe some shoes with a little less heels miss. Just so you don't fall over any cliffs or anything, love."

I chuckled a little… he was right. Not that there were cliffs in the prairies… I chose a pair of black flip-flops with crystals lining the straps with a small, one-inch heel. I grabbed my purse with one of the bills in it while showing Jack where my brother's shoes were…hopefully they fit him.

"Love, hate to rain on your parade, but these shoes here are ridiculously huge. Who wears them, a giant?"

"Um…close. My brother…his feet are huge. Bigger than my dad's even…hey, I wonder if his shoes would fit you?" I did a visual scan of the room and saw a pair of my dad's nice black shoes. "Here, try these on."

"Better, but just a bit big, love." I noticed he was calling me 'love' quite often…even more than Jack Sr. says it. Hmmm…. I leaned down to look at how the shoes fit him, and I realized what was missing. "Jack, I forgot to give you socks. I have no idea if you wore them in your time…" I lead him to my parents' room and told him to sit on the bed. I rummaged through the drawers until I found some nice black socks, just chatting with him. I found out that he had just gotten into the crow's nest of his ship when he was transported (poof) into my forest.

"Jack, didn't you find it odd that you just randomly appeared in a forest after being on a ship?" I asked as I walked out of the closet. I handed him the socks, as he explained, "No. You see, the Black Pearl has been cursed for years. My father scorned a bloodthirsty witch when he chose my mum…She never forgave him. Crewmembers have been randomly disappearing since I was born, 17 years ago…but we always found them later. Tortuga, Isle de Muerta… Even me mum disappeared once---we had to track her all the way to Port Royal."

"How did you track her though? I mean, it's not as if she took off somewhere…she just went poof, right?"

"Yeah…but even though Dad is a horrible husband and can't resist the pleasures of another woman's body…he truly loves Mum. See, he has this compass which points to whatever the holder's heart desires most…Only after that ordeal did I see how much he loved Mum. I made sure to tell her…she couldn't stand it when he went off in Tortuga and such. I've actually got a sneaking suspicion that Dad doesn't even cheat on her."

"Why's that? I mean, you yourself said that he would dishonour her in a minute. How could you think that he isn't with other women as well?" Oh boy, that sounded bad. "Not that I mean he should or anything…I mean, it'd be wonderful if he could stop his wandering eyes…" Afterthought---and hands….and body….

"Well, one time I snuck to Tortuga to spy on him…actually, I meant to confront him with what he was doing to Mum. When I got to his inn room…I just heard him talking, and not even with a woman. I listened in on his conversations almost every port we made for a few months…and all he ever did was talk normally with a man. Sometimes it was Gibbs, sometimes it was Uncle Will. Actually, once he even spent the night with Aunt Elizabeth… But once again, all he did was talk, have a normal conversation."

"You mean Will and Elizabeth finally got married! YAY!" He looked at me weird, and I decided to stop jumping up and down. "How do you know of my Aunt and Uncle?"

"Well, how I heard of your father is I have…umm…. seen records of the adventure that brought them together. The records were called 'The Curse of The Black Pearl'."

He sighed wistfully. "That is a truly wondrous story…my mum often told me it when I was a younger child. You see, I am a hopeless romantic as well. I suppose you know of how my mum and dad met then?"

"…."

"You don't?"

"Um…no. I actually don't even know who your mum is…she wasn't mentioned in the record."

"Well, they didn't actually meet during that adventure…they met a bit before, when my dad…well, there's no way to put it nicely. They met when Dad stole Mum's ship."

"You mean Ana Maria is your mum?" I was shocked. I always thought Jack and Ana Maria would look good together, but never imagined they would actually….get together! And have a kid no less! But wait…if Ana Maria was his mother, wouldn't he be mulatto? I took a second look at Jack. I had thought he had just had a wicked tan I wished I could get (stupid fair skin tone…), but now that I really looked at him….he was mulatto. WOW. This is amazing, and really odd that I never noticed it before…because I kind of have this thing where I find black & mulatto people really…really….really hot! (A/N Yes, I know how shallow that is. But it's true. Sorta like some people find blond hair, blue eyes attractive, I find black/mulatto people attractive. Not that I only judge people on that…it's just a little quirk thing of mine.) "Wow, you're mulatto?"

"Is something wrong?" he asked pleasantly, but I could tell he was worried. People probably looked down on him in his time for his colouring…Damn, I have got to stop being stupid like this.

"No! Hun, nothing at all is wrong, seriously." He gave me a scalding look and said, "You don't have to pretend. I know you're disgusted by me, revolted by my heritage. I understand…No other girl has ever been attracted to me after they found out who my mum was." My eyes just about popped out of my head as he got up briskly. "I'll be going now that you don't want my company."

"What? Where on earth did you get that impression? What kind of bigot do you think I am?" He turned around slowly in the doorway. "Prove it too me. Prove you aren't just pretending to like me like the lady you are." I felt like I had been slapped across the face. "First of all, I'm not royalty or nobility or anything. There's very few of them left in my day," I said as I walked towards him, stopping right in front of him. "Secondly…"

I allowed a pregnant pause to settle, then quickly reached up and wound my arms around his neck, simultaneously kissing him. I kept my eyes open for a second and saw his widen with surprise, then relax. He closed his eyes and took control of the kiss…But only for a second. He broke it off suddenly, and I peered up into his eyes, hurt he had rejected my proof.

I was lost once again as he smiled down on me. "You truly don't mind?" he asked, seeming mildly astonished. "Not a bit," I said. I looked down, slightly embarrassed because of my bold move…and noticed he still didn't have any socks on. "Where are those socks I gave you?" I questioned.

"Those things?" he asked, pointing at the bed. "You forgot the garters to keep them up."

I blinked at him for two seconds. "Jack, these socks…in fact, all socks in my time hold up perfectly well without garters. Just put them on and you'll see, aite hun?"