Hi, there, it's been a while. I just got the new Shakira CD, was ecstatic, and decided to post this. Hooray! Maybe y'all will actually review this one. Oh well. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter; I had a lot of fun writing this one. Ta!

Several days later, Fury was swabbing the upper deck when Jack happened upon her. She was on her hands and knees, wiping the sturdy wooden deck with a rag soaked in lye. The way that she went about it, inadvertently caused her rear to wiggle lasciviously, back and forth. Unbeknownst to her, her captain was rather enjoying the view from behind. After several minutes beneath his roving, lustful eyes, she arched her back and stretched rather kittenishly.

Jack inhaled sharply, in anticipation of a further display of her flexibility, and Fury, hearing this, turned around. At the sight of the scoundrel, she yelped and toppled onto her back.

"I'm going to kick your ass for…" She threatened, grimacing and rubbing her rump. She was interrupted because, as she looked up, she saw the tip of Jack's sword in her face. She looked up at him, confused and angry, as he used it to tap the cutlass that she had strapped to her waist.

"Do you know how to use that?" He asked tentatively.

"O'course, ye stick the pointy end in the other chap." She replied sardonically, apparently still miffed at being subject to his lustful gaze.

"And that's all there is to it?" He questioned incredulously, after gasping in horror.

"Aye." She nodded confidently. Jack moaned and smacked himself in the forehead.

"No. Nope, no, no, no…" he muttered, banging his head on the nearby railing.

"That's not all there is to it…" Fury ventured, leaning over and observing the effect of her ignorance on his tortured, fencing-obsessed soul. She folded her arms and leaned against the railing next to him, her long legs crossed.

"Oh! Bloody good job!" he snapped sarcastically, clapping in mock enthusiasm.

"If ye're looking for an apology, ye're not going to get one. I never apologize because I'm never wrong." She raised one eyebrow in expectation of a challenge to her remark.

"No, no, love, that's alright." He sat on the railing beside her and put his head in his hands, moaning and muttering. Fury bent down and pried his hands off of his face.

"If it makes ye feel any better, I can learn." She said looking into his eyes, eyes that contained an overly lugubrious expression. He squinted, closing one eye and looking at Fury through the other.

"Fine. I'll jus' 'ave to bloody teach ye." He sighed mournfully, but was secretly delighted at the prospect of teaching her swordsmanship. He suddenly launched himself out of his seat, lurching drunkenly, then shouted, "Draw yer sword!"

Fury stood up from where she was crouched on the deck. She kicked the bottom of the sheath to pop the cutlass out of it. She caught it adroitly, the hilt grasped firmly in her palm.

"Nice trick, love."

She raised an eyebrow in response and centered herself into a fighting stance. The eyebrow went higher and a smirk formed on her lips. A silent challenge was in her brown eyes. In the afternoon light, they were alight, glowing like the amber liquid Jack loved so much.

"Let's see what ye 'ave in ye."

Fury rushed at him with her cutlass raised. He easily dodged her blade and was quickly behind her, his footwork superb. She turned to see her opponent and her lips met his. Instantly, with searing passion, his lips searched hers and, slowly she returned his affectations; her mind was hazy. Swiftly, his tongue penetrated into her mouth, hot and hungry. She turned to face him, placing her hands upon his chest.

Suddenly, her senses returned and she pushed him away. She rushed at him, enraged, blinded by anger. A minute later, Jack had Fury on her back, breathing heavily, with both swords pointed at her throat, a smirk on his face.

Vengeance occupied Fury's thoughts and she held up her hands, feigning defeat. Then, she grinned mischievously and swung her left leg around Jack's right ankle, tripping him. As he fell, he released both weapons into the air. Fury pushed herself up onto her knees, caught them deftly, and had them at Jack's throat as he hit the ground. He looked rather befuddled, as their positions had suddenly been switched. She smiled bemusedly at her victory, sheathed her own sword, and acted as if to Jack back his, but stopped at the last moment. She allowed him to get up, but had the sword back at his throat instantly.

"Don't touch me again." She said, and then handed his sword back to him. The storm raging in her eyes evanesced, replaced with a dirty sunshine. Jack was unaffected by the reaction to his kiss, but grinned at her.

"I've seen pirates cheat, but not like that."

"'Tis the combination of pirate and street urchin that makes me lethal." A reluctant smile tugged at her lips.

"Aye, love." He grinned wider. "But yer technique." He shook his head. "We'll 'ave to work on that."

"Oh?" She got into her initial stance.

"No, no, wrong again." Jack said scrutinizing her. "It…is like…this!"

He was fixing her position as she as he said, and finished with using two fingers to move her chin slightly to the left. He dashed back to his spot and got into the same, correct stance. "Alright, now, love. Look into my eyes."

She did so, pursing her lips (all Angelina Jolie-ish) and glaring menacingly.

"Now, I'm going to attack first. Look straight into my eyes, and then parry the blow." He said. "Now."

He advanced towards her and swung his sword artfully. She met it with her cutlass, then again at the top. They continued in this fashion until Jack suddenly moved to the left. Fury reacted quickly, continuing the pattern without hesitation.

"Good!" He pulled back abruptly. "We'll continue tomorrow."

He put his sword back into its sheath and turned to walk away. Within moments, he was hit with a ball of wet cloth. He looked back to see Fury back to work, looking down, her body shaking with suppressed laughter. She snickered. Jack gave her an I-know-it-was-you look and stomped off in a huff. Fury retrieved the cloth and went back to work, smiling with a lightheartedness that she hadn't felt in years.

Later that evening, Fury and Anna Maria got rather chummy in the cabin that they both occupied.

"Ye threw a rag at 'im?" Anna Maria looked at her incredulously.

"Aye." Fury grinned, then grimaced remembering the feeling of his lips on hers. It wasn't a bad sensation, but it was the bond that it established that she did not relish. Her attention drifted, and then snapped back as Anna Maria spoke again.

"I threw a coconut at 'im once." Anna Maria remarked.

"Coconut? Would that 'urt?"

"It was meant to. Besides, 'e caught it."

"Oh, 'e did, did 'e?"

"Aye." Anna Maria suddenly laughed, causing Fury to look at her with eyebrows raised. "Well, 'e got a splinter."

"From the coconut?"

"'E was cursing up a bloody storm."

"O'er a splinter?"

"'E screamed when I plucked it out."

"'E screamed?"

"That's what I said. 'E screamed like a bloody girl. Bloody great for blackmail, though." They both laughed. Anna Maria's expression turned serious. Wincing, she said, "Sorry 'bout the other day."

"I understand." Fury sighed. "But maybe ye should 'ave told me, if you felt that way." Anna Maria looked guilty. She, after a few minutes, shut the cabin door and climbed into her bunk.

"G'night, mate." She murmured, half asleep already.

"G'night." Fury said. She went outside after a few minutes, opening the door a crack, slipping out, and shutting it behind her. Once outside, she went up to the upper deck and looked at the sea, leaning against the railing. She sighed and tilted her chin up to the sky. The moon stood out, glowing mystically against the velvety night sky. The stars twinkled faintly against the midnight-blue blanket. Suddenly, she a hand on her shoulder roused her from her meditations. Without thinking, she elbowed the hand's owner.

"God damn it, woman." Fury turned around to see that she had elbowed her captain in the groin.

"Oh! Sorry, Jack."

"Captain Sparrow." He corrected hoarsely, holding up one finger.

"What…what're ye doin' up 'ere?"

"The question, love, is what are you doin' up 'ere?"

"I couldn't sleep." She said simply, leaning against the railing once more and gazing out onto the black, moonlit Caribbean.

"Well, love, there's a," he began to run his fingers lightly up and down her arm. She began to tremble with the stirrings of lust, but clenched her teeth and swallowed in an attempt to ride herself of the sensation. "Great number of things I find," His eyes lit up in anticipation, "interesting to do when one finds they can't sleep." She turned to look at him and noticed the blatant suggestion in his eyes.

"What, exactly, are ye saying?" she demanded, looking into his eyes. The temptation of melting into his arms and getting lost in the pools of chocolate that were his eyes was irresistible. She wanted to let him have his way with her, and started to fantasize about having her way with him.

"I'm saying that there's no reason why a man and a woman should be kept apart on a night such as this. They should be making love." He whispered huskily, then leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips.

Fury wanted nothing more than to submit to her desires and let her problems melt away. What bliss that would be. She couldn't though, not now, not ever. She had convinced herself of lust's insignificance.

"I think I'll be leaving now. G'night, Captain. Don't try to kiss me again." she excused herself angrily and walked off.

Why didn't that work? She was about to let him fuck her senseless, Jack sparrow thought, but she pulled away just before anything happened. Why did she pull away Why would she want to? He couldn't seem to figure out how anyone could resist his obvious charms.

Back in the cabin, Fury fell to pieces; a very rare occurrence for someone of her strength and resilience. She cried silent tears as she crawled into her hammock. She had tried to forget what it felt like to want, to forget her past, and to forget the only man she had ever loved. Her first love. She had had to leave him because of that horrid Verne and her stupid lascivious mother. She cursed her mother. She cursed herself. She cursed the world as she fell asleep. The tears dried as she drifted of to dreams.

The next day she was moody and snapped at everyone, especially Jack. Around mid afternoon, he grabbed her by the shoulders and shouted at her to tell him what the bloody hell was wrong.

"No." Fury said, glaring defiantly. "And get your hands of me."

He complied and, deciding that yelling at her was having no effect, he put on a pout and begged.

"Fury, will ye please tell ol' Jacky?"

She raised her eyebrows in slight confusion, but the answer was still no. He gave her a mournful begging look, similar to that of a dog wishing to be played with.

"I'll tell ye again in Spanish…NO!" She tried to shove past Jack, but he moved in front of her, blocking her path. She tried to dodge him, but blocked her in every direction that she attempted to go in. "Fine." She threw up her hands in defeat. "I'll tell you…in there." She gestured over towards the captain's cabin.

"Aye." Jack grinned.

"Bloody twit." She muttered under her breath, walking briskly to the cabin. She opened the door and strode in. As soon as Jack had followed suit, she shut the door behind him. "Look, I don't want to talk about it, but I will say that it was utterly unnecessary for ye to try and seduce me. I don't need ye bloody fucking up my life anymore than it is bloody fucked up already."

Jack looked guilty, however a small smirk spread to the size of a huge grin, lighting up his entire face. He laughed.

"You don't know what it's for."

"What?" Fury asked in disbelief. "What did ye say to me?"

"Ye don't know what it's for." Jack reiterated, now grinning wildly, and rudely wiggled his hips in a mocking explanation. Fury scoffed in disgust and then exploded in anger.

"O'course I bloody know what it's for."

"Oh? Prove it."

"Prove it? Ye want me to bloody prove it?" Fury retorted, glaring. She realized what he was going for. "I know exactly what ye're thinking and NO! I'm not gonna bloody sleep with ye to prove that I know what it's for."

"Why? First time?" Jack taunted. Fury became enraged; she started clenching and unclenching her fists.

"I'm not a bloody virgin if that's what ye think and no, I'm not proving that either." Fury stomped out of the room in a fit of rage. Jack was smiling bemusedly, then he realized what he had to do and his face became serious. He went outside to find her.

When he did, for she had not gone far, he began spouting profuse and sincere apologies.

"Look, Fury, I'm sorry. It was wrong of me to do that."

"Leave me the bloody 'ell alone." She muttered through clenched teeth. "I'm not talkin' to ye Captain Sparrow."

"I really am sorry." He pleaded. Fury looked at him; his face was sincere, but who knew what he was really thinking. She decided to accept his apologies anyway.

"Say it again."

"I'm sorry."

"An'?"

"An' ye do know what it's for."

Fury looked at him and sighed dejectedly.

"I suppose I can forgive ye."

"Aye, love. At a girl."

"Jack."

"Aye?"

"Don't say that ever again." she walked off. She muttered something else to herself and smiled

Hooray! I really hope that somebody decides to review this. Um…I'll let Jack personally tell you "what its for" if you review. Toodles-Siren's Voice