Well, the fifth chapter... I'd love to chat, but I have limited time. I hope you enjoy this. Really, I do. Oh, and I wanna credit the novel, "Sabriel" by Garth Nix for some of the scenes in here. And the name of the inn, I swear to god that I did not make it up. Have fun…I did.

Frederick Delan and Captain Sparrow made their way into the inn. Fury and Captain Sparrow had eaten a brief lunch, knocked about a few drinks, and then followed the streets of Tortuga to "The Sign of the Lemons". True to its name, it smelled strongly of lemon zest and all of its doors had 3 oval shapes carved into them that were presumably lemons.

Sparrow led Fury down a corridor and entered the third door on the right. The door creaked open to a room that looked as if a hurricane had recently blown through. Nautical charts, clothes, and, strangely enough, a woman's corset with the laces ripped apart were among the chaotic assortment.

"It's a bloody mess in 'ere." Fury muttered under her breath. Jack Sparrow shook his head and grinned.

"Organized chaos!" he proclaimed proudly. Fury smirked at the announcement. Holy hell! He's been here for three days and it locks like the sort of clutter that would build up after 3 years!

He picked up a rumpled shirt and a pair of trousers that were only slightly dirty off of the floor.

"Take these. And, mate, you might want to…" He wrinkled his nose, and then gestured towards a door on the opposite side of the hallway. Fury glowered at the suggestion, then snatched the wrinkled, clean-ish garments from hand and sulked her way into her room. Oddly enough, the door was locked. She decided to pick the lock.

In the room, there was a door on the left side of the room leading to an adjoining room. It contained a metal tub, a small washbasin, and several towel. There was a yellow cake of soap stuck to the bottom of the tub. A small mirror with some cracks in it hung from the wall.

He seems to be a bit rude, she thought, then muttered indignantly, "And I do not smell."

She looked into the mirror. Her hair was a mess. She plucked a piece of straw out of her ponytail and sighed. Streaks of grime covered her face and there was a smudge of dirt on her nose.

There was movement in the back of the mirror. She whipped around, surprising a maid carrying two large, wooden buckets filled to the brim with water. The maid dropped the buckets to the floor, sloshing some of the water out. She gasped and bent down, struggling to lift the heavy buckets.

"Oh, sorry!" Fury gushed, lifting one of the buckets.

"It's a' right. The gent' men from the room 'cross the way sent me. 'E said that…well, ye need…" She explained quickly.

"Aye. Uh, thank ye." Fury mumbled. The maid poured one bucket into the tub, then did the same with the other after snatching it from her.

"If ye'll be needing anything else…" she trailed off, and then left the room. Fury threw her jacket on the bed and hung her hat on the bedpost. The bed sheets were actually yellow, also. Though, to tell the truth, it was more of a dingy, grayish-yellow.

She stood in the bathroom and undressed. She gasped as she unwound the strip of cloth that she had been using to bind her breasts back. She breathed deeply with relief. Finally, she let loose the mane of hair from its tie.

She dipped one toe into the tub, then, finding it to her liking; she plunged the whole foot in and followed it. She sighed in content, relaxing in the steamy tub. She couldn't remember the last time she'd taken a bath like this.

She sank back for a minute. Then, she heard feminine giggles coming from a room across the hall and a thumping sound. She ducked under the water.

That man is impossible, she thought. She immediately assumed that the noises were coming from her captain's room. After a moment, she reconsidered. Besides, it's not like it is my business anyway. The thumping sound resided and she poked her head back up.

Fury scrubbed herself fiercely until she was sure that all the dirt was gone. Then, she saturated in the tub until the water had become lukewarm. Reluctantly, she stepped out of the tub and grabbed one of the towels.

She started to wrap it around herself when she saw Jack Sparrow standing in the doorway. Her eyes shot open in alarm as she quickly clutched the towel around her.

"Frederick is an interesting name for a girl…"

Sorry that it's so short, but that is the best ending for this chapter. I don't think that I could've done it better. I love that ending. If you do too, then cast your vote just pres… THE SUBMIT REVIEW BUTTON! Toodles -Siren's Voice