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Chapter Three: Amber Eyes

Jack Sparrow settled himself comfortably in his chair. Beside him, Will Turner, the only crew member he had brought out with him for a drink, looked unsettled. Jack wasn't really surprised. Will didn't look wild crowds, and there was definately one tonight. Most people kept glancing at them, and Jack felt quite proud.

"What can I get yer?" Jack started at the sight of full, white breasts, almost falling out of a blue dress, appearing in his face. He looked up into the face of the red-haired serving wench.

"Rum, please, luv," he replied, enjoying the flirtatious way she was cocking her head, blinking her green eyes. "And you, Will, what ye havin'?"

"W-water please," Will stammered, red-faced, trying to look anywhere but at the serving girl.

"There yer go luv, water and rum," Jack purred to the girl.

She leaned close to him, speaking huskily. "Anything ye like, Sir..." Then, winking raunchily, she flounced off, curls bouncing.

Jack lowered his hat over his eyes, leaning back. Will remained stiff, uncomfortable. He chewed a fingernail.

"Yer alright, whelp?" Jack asked him in concern.

Will laughed nervously. "Yes, yes, fine... nice- nice lass that one, yes..." He cleared his throat, shaking his head, murmuring something about 'Elizabeth wouldn't like'.

"Ahh, come on Will, 'Lizabeth loves yer, through and through. She trusts yer enough, I'm sure," Jack responded reassuringly.

Jack looked around the tavern. It was indeed packed tonight; men armed to the teeth, obviously trying to appeal to Jack to take them on as part of his crew, and women dressed quite indecently, obviously trying to appeal to Jack to take them to his bed.

His eyes found the red-haired woman. Through the thick crowd of people at the counter, he could see her pouring drinks and talking to another woman. This one had her back to Jack. She was wearing a red dress and had golden brown hair, clipped up messily off her neck.

Jack looked back to Will, who was looking a little more comfortable. He smiled at Jack. Then the serving girl bounded back over, placing their drinks on the table.

"Ta, luv," Jack said, paying her. He ran his eyes over her; she wasn't bad, not at all. "So, wha's yer name?"

"Coral," she replied, pouting prettily. "I know who you are, course, you're Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl, aren't you?" And she tossed her hair.

"Coral," Jack repeated, trying to decide if he wanted her or not. "This is my friend, Will Turner."

"Pleasure," she said softly, leaning across to shake Will's hand, granting him a very full view, causing him to turn magenta again.

"Why don' yer join us?" Jack asked, watching her with a raised eyebrow.

Her white cheeks turned red. "Perhaps," she teased, then she winked again and strode away.

"Must you go with a girl from every tavern?" Will sighed, sipping his water. "Granted they're all pretty, but why can't one woman suffice?"

"Because I haven't met one that good, Will," Jack replied, chuckling, swigging his rum. "Yer lucky, trust me."

Jack found Coral again with his eyes. She was at the counter, talking to that golden-haired woman, who still had her back to Jack. He watched Coral. She wasn't perfect, but she was good enough.

Then the other woman turned around, and Jack froze, seeing huge amber eyes.

A man suddenly stepped in front of her, blocking Jack's view. Jack's heart was racing. It couldn't be... he must have imagined it. He swallowed, then decided he had to know.

"I'll be back in a minute," he said to Will, then rose, heading swiftly towards the counter.

She had her back to him again when he got there, washing dishes behind the counter. Coral was there though, and she smiled at him, leaning across to talk to him.

"Alright, Captain?" she asked breathlessly.

Jack pointed at the other girl. "Can yer get her attention for me, luv?"

Coral appeared quite offended. Angry splotches appeared on her white cheeks and her eyes flashed dangerously. She said nothing, just tossed her head and marched off to the other end of the tavern. Jack sighed at his own tactlessness, then chewed his lip.

"'Scuse me!" he called to the other woman. "'Scuse me, luv!"

She turned her head to see him, and under his hat his eyes widened. Huge amber eyes set in a face that had darkened, become more beautiful, matured. This was Princess Carmen Karenza Keisha Regalia of Evaneta. Jack had never forgotten her name, her face, the care he had felt for her until he left her in Tortuga.

"C-Carmen!" he said, truly shocked.

Her face remained blank but her eyes narrowed in confusion. "Carmen? I think you have me mistaken for somebody else, Sir. My name is Lainey."

Jack felt his heart in his throat. How very beautiful she had become, and yet she remembered nothing. "No, no," he whispered. Then he found his voice. "Please, Carmen, can we talk?"

"I'm not Carmen," she said, and now she looked quite frightened. "My name is Lainey."

"Lainey, Carmen, whatever," he shrugged, shaking his head desperately. "Come and talk with me!"

Her expression was similar to the one she had worn when he had first found her. She was clearly petrified of Jack, just as she had been the first time they met. "Please leave me alone," she whispered, then darted into the cellar.

Jack just stood, numb with shock.