Author's Note: Once again, sorry it took so long to write. I went to LA the beginning of March. Six hours there, six hours back,I thought this couldn't be a more perfect time to write! Well, I was wrong. I couldn't think of ANYTHING, and when I got back I still had severe writer's block. Oh well. I guess whatI'm trying to say ishere's a new (and long awaited, i know) chapter I hope you enjoy. Jack's POV.

¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤

I saved her? Don't get too cocky Jack. What was she planning on doing? Was she that desperate? Too many questions left unanswered.

"Don't tell me you were thinking about..." She wouldn't kill herself. How could thoughts like that infect her? Someone that beautiful should not have such morbid thoughts floating around in her head. She raises her eyebrows, as if considering what I just said.

"No. I never thought about that. I just had to do something. I had to get out. Anything." She pauses. "It doesn't matter now." She turns her view back to me. "Right?"

"Aye." Why does she push away? I want to know more, but I don't want to take anything too far. She's being open right now, and I'm enjoying it, but I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable. Open is one thing, but I'm not going to press for anymore information then she is willing to divulge. We sit there in silence for a few moments, neither of us having anything to say.

"Jack." She decides to break the silence. I love the way she says my name. "Where are we going?"

"What?" What is she talking about?

"Well, I just thought with all of this sailing, we'd have to be going someplace." Smart girl. But she doesn't quite grasp the point of having a ship.

"Do we have to be going anywhere?" I ask. She looks puzzled. "You wanted your freedom, as did I. We don't have to be sailing anywhere. We can just be sailing. Being on the Pearl, sure it's a way to get from 'here to there' but what a ship really is...is freedom. Freedom to go where we want, to do what we want." She's smiling. Good. "But if you really want to know where we're going..." She looks at me curiously. "Tortuga."

"Tortuga?" Curiosity lit up her eyes, even though she was trying her best not to show her interest.

"If every town in the world were like that one, no man would ever feel unwanted." She turns away.

"Whores aplenty huh Jack?" Like she knows me so well. "Always some ulterior motive right?" She sounds a bit offended though. Some kind of admission to her feelings perhaps?

"Yes." She takes a deep breath, rolling her eyes, but I quickly redeem myself. "But, that's not the reason for our visit."

"Really?" Skeptical. This girl is never going to be satisfied!

"Aye. No whores for me I promise. We're only going for supplies...and Daniels." Forget the supplies. I need advice from him. That is the reason for our visit, but she doesn't need to know that the entire trip revolves around me attempting to win her heart. "Old member of the crew, decided to try his luck at running his own pub. Doing a hell of a job of it last I heard."

"What's so important about him?" Why does she get to ask all the questions and I have to sit back wondering? "I mean, you've probably had tons of crew members before, why's he so special?" I can't very well tell her the truth now can I? Yes, I'm going to go see Mark Daniels so that he can give me advice on how to make you fall in love with me. Do you have any more questions missy? Nope, it's easier to lie.

"Let's just say I'm collecting on a favor."