Jack went down to the crew's quarters and roused Gibbs, who shouted something about damning Jack and his mother to hell and how unlucky it was to make someone fall out of a hammock. Jack simply raised a cynical eyebrow and told him to gather the crew. They were to set sail in one hour, whether everyone was on board or not.

He climbed the stairs back to the deck and gathered up Sophie before Gibbs got there, and took her to his cabin. There he sat her down on his bed, took his hat back, and sat himself down on his desk's chair.

"Thank you, so much, Monsieur. . .uh. . .?"

"Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl," He said proudly.

"Captain Sparrow, then."

He nodded. Sophie looked around the cabin. His bed was sturdy and broad, with multiple unmatched sheets, pillows, and covers on it. His desk was cluttered with maps and tools and pens and ink, and the floor near the bed was littered with rum bottles and crumpled paper. The ceiling had a stain on it, and Sophie was afraid to ask what it was.

"Now, little missy, why don't you tell me what happened, eh? For instance, why ye cut the prince's arm off."

"Well, Captain, he. . .he. . .came after me. I didn't know what to do."

"And why were ye in the castle in the first place?" He asked contemplatively

She paused, then said carefully, "I'm a maid."

"Liar."

"I am not!"

He grinned. "Ye are." He paused. "Ye're French, are you not?"

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Yes. . .but what does that have to do with me being a liar?"

"Aha! So ye are a liar. But you're French. Good."

She shook her head in confusion. "Why do you ask, Monsieur?"

Jack turned his chair and leaned towards her. He had opened his mouth in preparation to speak, but a loud bang on the door interrupted them. Jack turned his head as Gibbs opened the door.

"A woman! Captain, that's awful bad luck on the crew," Said Gibbs. Sophie glared at him. He glared back, then looked at the pair and how close Jack was leaning towards the girl. A look of silent revelation came over his face, and he stepped back slowly and closed the door with him. Before it shut, he said through the crack, "We be ready, sir." They were already off the docks and into open water.

Jack cleared his throat uncomfortably and stood. "Aye! Set sail for Calais!"

"Captain! I need to go!" Exclaimed Sophie, who also stood.

"Ye're going nowhere, little strumpet."

Jack left the room with Sophie in it, and she cursed. As he went up to the deck, he was greeted by the suspicious looks of all the crew. 'Damn you, Gibbs,' He thought.

"GIBBS!"

Gibbs rushed to where Jack was standing and stated, "Aye, Captain!"

"What possessed you to open your mouth?"

Gibbs looked at the Captain, stunned. He stuttered. Jack covered his eyes with his hand in frustration, then turned to address the rest of the crew.

"I assume ye all know that there is a woman on board."

The crew stopped working and turned towards Jack.

"Answer me!"

"Aye, Captain!"

"Let me make this perfectly clear, then. None of ye scurvy dogs are to be touching Miss. . . Sophie. Savvy?" It occurred to Jack that he knew not Sophie's last name.

"Aye, Captain."

"Good. Catch the current and we'll be in Calais in less than a day's trip." He turned on his heels and went back to his cabin.

When he got there, there was no woman to be seen. The porthole was open, and a sheet was tied to the bedpost. Jack cursed and poked his head through the porthole. There he saw the end of the sheet, but no girl. He looked to the waves below, and shook his head, whacking it off the side of the hole. He looked at the porthole and wonder how a voluptuous girl like Sophie could fit through it. Gingerly, he backed out and away from the window. Still looking at it, he said, "She was such a pretty lass, too." He put his hat to his chest.

"Do you really think?"

Jack spun around to see Sophie standing there with a sword pointed at his neck. With widened eyes, Jack nodded carefully, taking pains to make sure his neck was not cut, and said, "Of course! You're positively lovely."

Suddenly, the girl at the other end of the sword became immensely attractive to him. "I love a girl with a sword."

Sophie felt herself blushing, and urged it away. In the back of her head, she was slightly worried that she was improvising, and she hoped desperately that she would find some common points between a rapier and the traditional swords of Japan. Meanwhile, Jack was turning the concept of sleeping with this girl over in his head. He pushed the tip of her sword away with his fingers. "You're extremely clever, lass. Ever think of being a pirate?"

Instead of taking time to think over what he just said, Sophie swung her sword to right between his legs. "Captain Jack Sparrow, I demand you take me back."
Jack put on a crooked, oddly charming smile. "What are ye going back to, lassie? To the Guard capturing you? Stay."

Sophie faltered, and Jack took this time to step away from her sword and draw his own. "You bastard!" She cursed. Their swords clashed, and they challenged each other and stepped in, closing the space between them. With nothing but their swords between them, they stared into each other's eyes; Sophie's eyes angry and fierce, and Jack's cocky and challenging.

Sophie suddenly felt an intense desire for this wild man in front of her. She longed to drop her sword and plant her lips against his. Instead, she stepped back and drew her sword's blade up and down Jack's tauntingly.

"You think it wise to challenge a pirate, girl?"

(A/N: Chapter 4, then. You gotta love a girl with a sword. Reviews always appreciated)