Helloooooooooo! I am updating…are you not excited? (Seeing your reaction, pouts) Fine, then, be like that. Well anyhoo…. Recap...Fury was naked in the bathroom last time we saw her. Have fun with this next ficcy chapter. Ta-da…

Jack Sparrow stood in the bathroom doorway with a bemused expression on his face. The girl had been entirely naked moments before and was now frantically clutching a towel around her body. She scrambled to raise it over her cleavage, cursing herself in her head. You idiot, how could you let this happen? Close the door next time.

"I…I…I…" she stammered. He snorted, causing her to snap. "What the bloody fucking hell is so funny, eh?"

She angrily crossed her arms across her chest, inadvertently emphasizing her chest. This, of course, made Jack burst out in laughter. She fumed, her hands balled into fists.

"Never seen those before…on a man!" he doubled over, holding his sides, practically falling onto the floor.

"Well, I suppose that ye know…now." She murmured, turning away from him and walking down. Jack stood up and brushed himself off, no longer laughing. Fury's head snapped up, and she slowly turned toward him, a suspicious look on her face. Pointing at him with one finger, she glared.

"You knew, ye knew the whole bloody fucking time!" she exploded, seething. "Why the bloody 'ell didn't ye say anything?"

"Couldn't resist, love." He grinned. Fury screamed incoherent, unintelligible comments about what she thought about his joke and why she hated his guts, when he suddenly leaned in and kissed her. She froze, shocked, and stopped screaming. She closed her eyes, and then abruptly pushed him away.

"Get out now." She said quietly, but with a venomous inflection. A volatile glare followed. The moment Jack stepped out the door, it was slammed behind him.

He leaned against it and said, "I'll be needing your true story, love." He fell back as she opened the door.

"Ye're an arse, ye know that?" she said quietly in reply, then shut the door again. He nearly had to leap forward to avoid getting decapitated, then went into his room.

Fury got dressed in the clothes that he had given her previously, then sat on her bed, thinking. He had to find out somehow, she thought. But he already knew! And you were played like a fool! He probably walked in there for the mere purpose of seeing me without clothes on, she fumed silently. And he kissed me! Argh! I'd go over there and scream at him, but I need him. Him. He's not bad looking either...no. No. You can't trust anyone until this is over.

She heard the clock tower in the town square chime that it was 5 o'clock. She got up and closed the door behind her, then walked over and knocked on his door. He opened it and found an angry young woman in his doorway. He adopted a curious expression on his face. Fury looked into his eyes. He stepped aside, leaned against the doorway for a moment, and then closed the door behind her.

"Make yerself…" he cleared his throat. "comfortable."

She sat down cross-legged on the end of his bed. Jack brought a bottle of rum seemingly out of nowhere and offered it to Fury. She uncorked it and took a long swig. She handed it back to him.

"I suppose that I should start with my name." She began, taking a deep breath. "My name is Furana Delamar. My mother is, was Sirena Delamar. She was once known as the Sea Siren."

"Pardon me, madam. But the Sea Siren? I knew there was something familiar about ye."

She gave him an if-you-don't-shut-up-I'm-going-to-kill-you look. He held up his hands in defeat.

"Yes." She continued. "During 'er piracy, she made an enemy of a man called Darius Verne. 'E swore that one day 'e would get revenge…and the Siren's blood. She was caught by the Royal Navy soon after she became pregnant with me. They hung 'er the day after I was born. I was adopted by a wealthy couple. When my adoptive father died, I was 8 years old. Their true son, who was much older than me, had always hated me and I was made a scullery maid. When I was 12, I ran away, never to return. I lived as a pickpocket until I was 15, when Verne found me. Still carrying a grudge, he's been trying to kill me since 'e couldn't get 'is hands on my mother. I've been running ever since, doing odd jobs in different settlements until they caught up with me."

She hung her head. Jack looked at her for several minutes, processing what she had just told him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before. I thought it would be easier this way."

"It's alright, love."

"If ye still want to accept my offer, then you must not only accept me, Fury, but all that ensues." She looked up into his eyes.

Say yes. I can't go anywhere else. They will find me soon. Say yes. Please say it.

"We still 'ave a deal."

"Well, there's yer bloody explanation." Fury hopped off the bed and headed for the door.

Jack Sparrow lay back onto his bed with almost more thoughts in his head than his rum-addled brain could handle. He doubted that his crew would be partial to the idea of having her on board and her being chased by…that Verne. Jack had had trouble in the past with him and the crew of the "Vengeance". That treasure, though….that was the treasure of the Sea Siren. Assuredly, it would be no paltry amount of gold pieces, but a humongous trove!

And that Furana, well, she wasn't bad looking. The memory of water trickling down her naked body brought a grin to his face. He drank the rest of the rum, and then passed out, smiling in his sleep.

Fury took off her pants and crawled into bed, wearing only the tunic and her undergarments. She curled up. Then lay on her left side, then her right side, and then back onto her back. She realized that the bed was too soft, she was used to the hard streets. She attempted to pull the blanket off of the bed.

"Damn these 'ospital corners." She cursed quietly. The sheet gave away and she stumbled/hopped backwards, hitting the wall and falling onto the floor. She rubbed her ass, grimacing. Fury curled onto the floor, under the blanket, her head resting on her forearm.

Jack Sparrow knew now, but that was alright. Everything was okay. Everything was fine and in the morning, she would set out to find a solution to her problems, and to find her mother's treasure.

Was it bloody lovely? Well, I typed it up at 2:30 in the morning. I would most definitely love reviews. (Yawns) E-gads! Okay night-night. (Falls asleep and begins to snore) Toodles-Siren's Voice