Sophie, now out of view, ran to Jack's cabin, ignoring the fact that she was indeed naked, and burst through the door. She opened her mouth, ready to rip Jack's head off verbally for having her knocked out and tucked away, before she realized that Jack wasn't there.

She hadn't seen him in the cluster of crew members on deck or anywhere else on her escapade to his quarters. She walked towards the bed, wondering if he was hiding. She sat down.

Suddenly Sophie was self-conscious. She shook her head, incredulous to her own lack of judgment, and searched the room for clothes. Hers were gone; she figured that Aidan had grabbed them on his way to the deck, thinking she'd need dry clothes, or something equally unnecessary. After a long moment of searching, she finally found a stash of clothing under his bed in drawers that she hadn't noticed earlier beneath the mass of bedding. Most of it looked like things Jack would never wear: costumes and brocades too clean to have ever been worn on the filthy pirate. She had even found a dress, with all the workings, stowed clumsily in the back corner.

She scowled. "Bloody pirate," she mumbled, and pulled the dress out. It was a barmaid's dress. She slipped it on, stretching the seams to fit around her heavily set waist and bust. As she pressed the skirt against her legs to flatten it, Jack came through the door.

Immediately, the captain opened his mouth to protest. Then he eyed the unannounced presence in his room. She was biting her lip, trying to push back the drawers with her feet and look innocent all at once.

He took distinct notice of the dress she was wearing. He faintly remembered it from a night of raucous sex with a barmaid in Tortuga. He grinned to himself as he thought of how he had thrown her off his ship as soon as he had finished, in nothing but a bedsheet. He still had the dress she had worn prior to his debauchery.

Sophie was well aware of Jack's eyes roaming over her body. Instantly she blushed. "Jack, I. . ."

She didn't need to finish an explanation. Jack spoke over her. "Why were ye running around buck naked on m'ship, lassie?" He demanded. She stuttered. Jack grinned to himself. She was right where he wanted her.

In her head, behind her stutter, Sophie kept in mind what Jack was leading himself into. She developed a sense of smugness. It didn't matter what he knew. He'd never put it all together in time.

What did he know?

Sophie decided she didn't care, and she pushed down the neckline of her (Jack's) dress seductively. "I'm sorry, Jack, dear. I'll try and keep my clothes on." She adjusted further to reveal her soft shoulders and more cleavage, if it was possible, then before.

Jack grinned stupidly and pulled at his pants. He caught himself when he noticed the fish tattoo on her neck again. He raised an eyebrow and walked towards her. "That's interesting."

Sophie gulped mentally and nodded. "Thank you. It's a relic from a vacation, so to speak."

Jack didn't question the ambiguity of the statement, but he did take notice of the distinct Japanese style of the fish. He had seen tattoos like that on Japanese sailors in Singapore. He tucked away the information. In his head, it didn't make the jump from Sophie to Josephine DeLancret yet.

Getting over the subject of her tattoo, Jack put his rough hands onto Sophie's shoulder, and drew her towards him. She pressed her body against his and his hand ran up through her hair at the roots. There, holding her, ready to passionately rip away her clothing without interruption, Jack's ship shook violently under him.

He cursed. There was definitely something cosmic preventing him from ravaging the curvy temptress in front of him.

The ship shook again and Jack detangled himself from Sophie, then rushed to the door, swung it open, and slammed it shut, leaving Sophie there alone and confused.

Jack was immediately on deck, shouting orders to Gibbs. There was a trio of ships following the Black Pearl, and they were flying a French flag. A cannon blast was heard, and the ship rocked again, the figurehead blown to pieces.

Jack threw his arms up in incredulous, angry exasperation and screamed, "Stop blowing holes in my ship!" He jumped around spastically. He looked around.

"Why on earth are we being chased by the French Armada?"