Over in Madeline's room above the Lion's Den.

"That was amazing!" Exclaimed Madeline excitedly as she fell back upon the bed. Her cheeks were a pinkish almost red color against her peach colored skin. Her wavy burnette hair was disheveled and her gray eyes were now a concrete grayish color with a glossiness added to it from the sex they just had.

"Of course it was amazing, what else would you expect it to be?" Asked Jack sarcastically as he leaned back against the damp bed.

The smell of sweat and sex seemed to be everywhere filling his nostrils until they seemed to burst.

Madeline leaned her head against his as she lightly traced her fingers along his chest marveling at the touch. She then turned her face up to his.

"Is it ever as good as when your girlfriend does it?" She asked teasingly.

Jack stopped toying with her hair. The weird thing was ever since he had come up here with her his thoughts had been on Ana. Even when he'd been fucking Madeline he'd think of her. Each kiss was on her lips, each caress was to her breasts or her ass, each thrust was into her so this made him fuck harder and harder until he came and slept for a few moments.

He looked down for a moment expecting to see Ana laying peacefully against his chest, but he was upset to see soeone else there. He saw Madeline looking into his eyes tying to figure out what he was thinking. Sorry you won't find anything. He thought apologetically as he got out of bed.

"Don't got to her stay here with me." Begged Madeline as she tried to grab his arm to stop him.

"I have to." He responded as he put on his pants.

"The only thing you have to do is die." Replied a hurt Madeline.

Jack sighed in mild irritation; he hated it when girls got desperate.

"Okay I want to see her." Corrected Jack pulling his tunic shirt over his head.

"And I want you to stay here with me." Demanded Madeline pouting.

"Well we can't always get what we want now do we?" He asked as he put his boots on.

he started walking towards the door and looked back once more at Madeline. Her once naked body was now covered by the sheets they had lain in giving her a dirty but still mysterious air. Her gray eyes were now a light gray portraying sadness.

"You'll come back," promised Madeline with a look of confidence and sadness, "they always come back."

Jack just shook his head as he left. Now don't get him wrong Madeline was an attractive girl, but that was all. As he made his way out of the bar, he was just happy that he could get out of there.

As soon as he stepped outside of the Lion's Den, he bumped into a girl.

"Sorry." He apologized as he helped steady the girl.

The girl turned around and he saw that it was Ana.

Ana had been trying to decide where to go and find Jack first. As she was walking through the docks, she was getting many different looks from different people. When she first got to the docks she got a look of shock from one of the townspeople as if she were naked, then she got a look of jealousy from a prostitute wishing that she was ugly, finally she got an oggling look accompanied by some lewd gestures and whistles fro a group of sailors. Ana embarassed by the last look had lowered her head embarassed when she bumped into a man. After the man helped her up her eyes met his and she noticed that it was Jack.

Even though she hadn't seen him in 2 weeks, she still felt this feeling like she couldn't breathe whenever she saw him. She loved taking in the sight of him any chance she could. She loved everything about him from his disheveled dark brown hair to his messy clothing and boots.

Jack couldn't think of any words to describe how she looked at that moment. Just having her here standing before him in this simple white nightgown was enough for him.

After what seemed like an eternity Jack finally spoke.

"Hi."

"Hi." Mumbled Ana.

"Look Ana I just wanna say-" Started Jack trying to apologize for what he did.

Ana walked over to him and smirked right before slapping him across the cheek as hard as she could sending him reeling. Before he could say anything Ana pulled him close to her where their lips were only an inch apart.

"Apology accepted." Replied Ana as she kissed him hard.

A perplexed Jack pulled away, "wait you don't even know what I was apologizing for."

"Yes I do," Explained Ana, "I can smell it on you. But that doesn't matter."

"It doesn't?" He asked even more confused.

"Nope because you're a guy and yeah guys can sometimes be asses and do some dumb shit, but when people care about each other, nothing else matters." Recited Ana except adding a few words of her own.

Jack smirked at her comment, "who told you that?"

"Elizabeth."

"Oh so what happens next Miss Ericson?" He asked with confidence meaning that the old Jack was back.

"Well first Mr. Sparrow we give you a bath." As she was talking she felt a hand on her cheek with his thumb lightly brush across the top making her blush.

"A bath sounds good, especially with you in it." Suggested Jack as he wrapped his arms around her.

Ana's blush grew even more to a cherry red at his suggestion.

"Well what are we waiting for?"

"I don't know." Answered Jack, "what are we waiting for?"

As they were walking to his house they were holding hands again which was a good feeling to feel again.

At his house Jack opened the door, "anyone in here?" he asked.

"Yes." came a voice, it was Camille who came to the door holding a frying pan above her head.

"Ah Jackie! Mi fille you gave me a scare. I thought you were a robber."

"Sorry mere I should have told you who I was." Apologized Jack.

Camille's green eyes landed on Anamaria and she instantly understood what was going on.

She smiled sheepishly as she allowed them in "hello Ana." She greeted.

Ana blushed with embarassment, but only for a moment before she was pulled towards the stairs.

"Bye Camille." Said Ana hurriedly as she was pulled up the stairs by an impatient Jack.

Once in his room again she sat down on his bed while he went and got out a very nice big marble white bathtub with gold fixtures.

"Wow!" Exclaimed an amazed Ana, "where did you get this beautiful bathtub from?"

"My mother got it not too long after we came to Port Royale. She had saved up plenty of money from dad's death and from her inheritance share." Explained Jack.

After he said that there came a knock at the door.

He opened it to see Camille with her head lowered thinking they were naked.

"The water's ready fille."

"We're not naked mere," explained Jack and then he looked over at Ana "well not yet."

Ana had a shocked look while Camille laughed, her laugh was light and pleasant.

"Jack!" Exclaimed Ana.

"Where did I get such a naughty son?"

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree dear mere."

Camille faked a scowl as she lightly hit him on the shoulder.

"Go on and get your water you rude child!" She exclaimed playfully as she pushed him out the door.

"Oh dear me." Sighed Camille as she sat down next to Anamaria.

"Children these days, so curious to know everything. When in my day doing such things as showing public affection was considered scandalous." Reminesced Camille.

"Well this is the age of reasoning. Of trying to figure out things more scientifically, challenging everything we know." Explained Ana.

Camille scoffed, "next hting you'll be telling me is they'll be trying to put a man on the moon!"

"Now I don't think anything as crazy as that." Laughed Ana.

Camille sighed "looking at you and Jackie reminds me of myself and Phillip."

She closed her eyes as she reminesced about her and her husband, the love of her life.

We were so in love...we first met when I was 5 years old. Our families had known each other for years before that, but they wanted to wait until I was old enough to respond or something crazy like that. The first time that I met Phillip I wanted to be his friend more than anything else so I offered him my doll to play with, oh what a beautiful doll it was. t had black hair and pretty green eyes, the same color as mine. And do you know what he did with my doll?"

"No what did he do?" Asked a curious Ana.

"He took my doll and he ripped its head off and stomped on it."

"Oh what a horrible boy!" Exclaimed a horrified Ana.

"I know and I promised that I would never speak to him again. Every time that we would meet I would act nasty towards him in spite and in retaliation he would act just as nasty to me so that in a way it became a love-hate relationship more hate than love. Years went by to where we and everyone else became accustomed to our usual sparrings, and in time we even looked forward to our sparrings. Then when I turned 10 years old, Phillip's family moved to England because they were hugenots and they were afraid of the king's hatred and punishment against Hugenots. So for the next 3 years I waited for him to return, and came to accept the fact that I missed him. Well when we were 13 we met again at of allplaces my gran-mere's funeral. When I got word that he and his family were coming back to France for the funeral, I expected him to be the same old short, rude little boy that I had grown to enjoy his company."

"Let me guess when he came back he was completely different?" Guessed Ana.

"Oh my was he ever! He was taller, fairer skinned, longer burnette hair, a bit more muscular. He definitely changed and everyone including the women had taken more notice. During the funeral most of my cousins flocked to him like flies to honey. The funny thing was he was receiving more attention than dear old gran-mere!"

Ana and Camille burst out laughing at that last comment. After a few moment Camille dried her eyes and continued on.

"The only one who didn't seem effected by his new appearance was myself. The first couple of days upon his return things returned almost to normal because of an increased social calendar. The more that he left, the more and more that I grew jealous of the girls who were stealing my friend away. But the few times that we did get to talk, we still fought but our relationship definitely changed. There was this underlying feeling that I could not describe at the time. What I did not know at the time was that Phillip had become interested in the little woman I had become. My face had lost some of its childish innocence, and my body had filled out, no need to explain any more of that, but the one thing he found most interesting was my attitude."

"Your attitude?"

"Yes my attitude had changed. I had lost my childish innocent behavior, and became more arrogant I guess you could say. I challenged my parents belief and other things to where my parents would be afraid to take me to weekly confessionals because the priest and I would get into some heated talk about different things. It wasn't until after he had returned to London about a month later that he began to tell me how he truly felt about me in letters. When I got his first letter I felt two emotions. First I felt suprise at how he fel tabout me and then I felt a little happy that he felt that way about me becuase whether I wanted to believe it or not I was beginning to like him. During the months that he was away and he kept writing to me our relationship changed and grew to one of affection. Every month I would look forward to his letters. They made me feel like I was the Queen of France as cliche as that might sound. The next year Phillip arrived on my 14th birthday to ask my parents for my hand in marriage because he had become so smitten with me. At first my parents said no, but every month he would return and keep asking my parents until one day 6 and a half months later my parents finally accepted only on the exclusion that he convert to catholicism, get married in a Catholic church and be engaged for 2 and a half years before we even plan on living together. This was a bit difficult for Phillip becuase he was a devout Protestant. When he told me my parents terms, I was afraid that he wouldn't marry me so I told him tht I wanted to run away with him. Even though I loved my country, I also came to the conclusion that I loved Phillip and wanted to be with him. So we came to a decision. We decided that we would be engaged for 2 and a half years but that I would make the decision of converting to Protestantism and getting married in a protestnat church. When my parents heard of my decison, they were ashamed of me because they considered me a traitor. They wished me well, and didn't get involved with anything that involved Phillip and myself. They didn't even come to my wedding."

"How inhumane!" Exclaimed Ana as she wiped a tear away from her eyes.

"Maybe so, but you have to remember that that was the attitude back then. But after our first wedding anniversary they begged me for me to forgive them and join them back into their family."

"So did you forgive them and join back into their family even though they disowned you for about 3 years?" Inquired Ana.

"Why yes I did." Answered Camille nonchalantly, "even though they had been mean to me, I accepted them. During our engagement and wedding Phillip would be called away to sail for a few weeks on the Majestic an English merchant ship that delivered goods to other countries. I would miss him terribly when he was gone, but I knew that he was doing something he liked and I respected that. Then when I turned 18, I got pregnant and had my first child: me fille Solange. Phillip was estatic about Solange, every little thing that she did seemed to fascinate him; he was a wonderful dad. Then when I was 21 I got pregnant again and had darling Jackie." Camille sighed with motherly affection before continuing on. "As I've said before Phillip was a womnderful father to the children, and oh how they adored him. Jack especially adored Phillip, I guess because they had such a good connection. When Jack became old enough to walk he would go with Phillip down to the docks and Phillip would show him the ships and how they worked. I remember one time when Jack and Phillip had returned from the docks, I believe Jack was 5, Phillip had given Jack a minituare wooden boat to play with. The look on his face was one of pure happiness, one that is seen on every child's face when they experience a form of happines. He took that boat and ran outside of our house which was near a coast where many people played near. The look in his eyes when I saw him playing with that boat I knew, I just knew that I had lost my son to the sea."

Just then Jack walked in with a big bucket of hot water to put in the tub.

Camille patted Ana lightly on the shoulder as she stood up to go, "well I believe I shall retire for the night. There will be another day when I can tell you the rest of my story."

"I thank you for telling me that story." Replied Ana gratefully as she helped walk Camille to the door.

"Oh anytime fille you want to hear another one, you just come and let me know."

Sorry this'll be our last time together. Thought Ana with a bit of regret and sadness because she had gotten to know Jack's family and she really liked them.