Jack returned to his quarters to find Sophie on his bed, knees pulled to her chest and arms crossed angrily. She looked up when Jack came in, but just glared when she recognized him.

"Listen here, missy. I need yer help," He said, trying to ignore the look she was giving him. "Will ye please do it, for Ol' Jack?" He said sweetly. Sophie still glared at him. He sat next to her and stretched out a little, leaning against the wall, then turned his face to her. "Please?"

Jack had the slightest moue on his face. Sophie's heart melted a little. Jack saw the change in her eyes.

"Lass, who are ye, really? Ye are no maid, and I know this."

Sophie pouted. "I'm nobody." She was overcome with an urge to tell him, but if he knew that she was Josephine DeLancret, whose mother, Soleil, had a sister, Nadine, who married a man with the surname Quixcompuex, it'd all be over. Above all, she needed to hide from the monks who had bestowed the curse upon her.

Jack stood, unsure of what to do. "At least tell me your last name, lass."

Sophie paused for a moment. "Personne. Sophie Personne." Really, she was just being redundant. 'Personne' meant 'nobody' in French.

"So, you'll help me!"

Sophie grimaced, then nodded. Ecstatic, Jack put his hands on both sides of her face and kissed her hard on the mouth. She felt her groin tingle with desire.

Jack pulled away and looked at her and the intoxicated look on her face. His heart tugged at his mind and he leaned his head back in towards her. Slowly, carefully, he pursed his lips against hers. His hands moved down onto her neck. He ignored the greasiness that was beginning to line her hair and drew his fingers through it. Sophie let her hands run up Jack's chest, fully aware of his body tensing.

Jack pulled away again and looked Sophie in the eye. His heart raced. Nothing had made him feel like that since Davy Jones raised the Pearl for him.

Meanwhile, Sophie took him by the hand and pulled him towards her on the bed. When he was within reach, she pushed him down onto it and crawled on top of him. Jack had a stupid grin on his face as she pulled his shirt out of his trousers anxiously. He barely noticed the fish tattoo on her neck, under her ear.

Suddenly, they felt the ship slow immensely. On the deck above, the lookout yelled, "Land ho!"

Jack growled in annoyance. Sophie took no notice. "Love," He said. She paused and looked at him. "We're nearin' Calais. We need to be on deck." He stood and tucked his shirt in. Sophie stood, dazed at what had just come over her. As she stood, Jack looked her over.

"Ye can't be prancin' about Calais in a lad's clothes," Jack mentioned, "But we haven't a dress for ye on board."

Sophie pursed her lips thoughtfully, and looked around for her bed-sheet sack. "Where's my bag?"

Jack looked around. "I'll, uh, have it sent down." He went to leave the room, but Sophie stopped him. It seemed the girl would not just let him leave, ever!

"Jack?"

"Yes, lass?"

"Promise me you won't hurt her."

Jack's mouth twitched a little, and he sighed. "Aye." He turned out of the cabin.

Five minutes later, and a crew member dropped the sack in front of her. He bowed cordially, and Sophie caught a blush on his cheeks.

Before he left, Sophie said, "I'm Sophie. What's your name?" and extended her hand.

He kissed it, surprising Sophie. "M'name is Aidan, Miss Sophie. It's a pleasure, to be sure."

Sophie smiled, and Aidan took his leave. She closed the door and smiled again to herself, untying the corners of the bed sheet and pulling out the dresses inside. There was her black dress from the ball the night before and a silvery ivory gown, as well as a more casual dark blue dress and another gown that was a light, minty green. Reasoning that the other two gowns were too formal for a day trouncing around Calais, she opted for the slightly more casual dress. As she took off her boy get-up, she eyed her tattoos and sighed.

She loosely laced her corset from last night onto herself, then put the dress on and laced up the front, tightening the bodice. She tightened the ribbon on the neckline slightly, not bothering to try and tuck her graciously endowed bosom away. Her hips filled out the skirt well enough, but it would do no good to be wandering about without all the formalities. She slipped a thin petticoat on beneath the skirt. Ribbons tied the thick bell sleeves up to reveal the top of her forearms, and she untied them. She couldn't have her tattoos being flashed about the place. Half an hour and eleven pounds of clothing later, there was a knock on the door. Sophie smoothed her dress and opened it.

There stood Aidan again, blushing. "Miss Sophie, I'm here to take ye to the Captain." Sophie looked over her escort. He was tall, lanky, and brunette with a boyish face and an awkward walk. He had wide hazel eyes that were slightly kohled, and his skin was rather dirty. At that last fact, Sophie's nose wrinkled in distaste. When Aidan questioned her look, she shook her head.

Sophie made her way up to the deck for the first time since she got on board. Aidan led the way. When she reached the dim, twilight-lit deck, she searched with her eyes for Jack. All she noticed was that every man on board was looking at her.

Jack was standing by the gangplank, waiting, eating a sort of sandwich, dirty and dressed like a pirate, as usual. Sophie put her hand to her forehead.

"What?" He asked, his mouth full and words a little muffled.

Sophie sighed. "Captain, would you do me the honor of chaperoning me to the privacy of your accommodations?"

Jacks eyes widened in confusion. He looked at his crew, who looked back at him, waiting for his response. Unsure of what to do, he smiled, an attempt of reassuring his crew, and said, "Of course, little missy."

He turned on his heels and began to strut down the gangplank. When he was halfway to the dock, Sophie cleared her throat. Jack stopped and looked over his shoulder, smiling bashfully.

"That's not what you meant, was it, Lass?"

Sophie shook her head. Jack hurried up the gangplank and across the deck, past Sophie and down the stairs. Just a moment later, his head peeked up in resurfacing embarrassment and he pulled Sophie down below with him.