A/N: Thanks to jackNanamaria. I figured since I had been getting random reviews for other old stories I'd go ahead and update this anyways even though I only got 1 review. This time though there will be a long period in between updates if I don't get at least 3 reviews. So lurkers: "Hey I'm reading." Will do just fine.

"Another one luv?" Jack asked noticing her shake the once full bottle of rum. They were two hours into navigation and both about to start their third bottles. With any other member of the crew he would force them to be sparing with their rum since it came from his personal stash. But in this case it was Anamaria and he thought he could spare a few bottles of rum for her.

"Yeah Jack," she spoke quietly laboring over the maps. "If we leave in a month we can avoid the storms." He reached for two more bottles of rum from his stash.

"But we'll run across the bloody navy."

"You'll leave your ship susceptible to Caribbean storms for purpose of foiling the navy?" It's a daft plan, she thought. They had always before been able to outrun the navy and this time sounded to be no different. Going on this mission during hurricane season was a suicide mission.

"You're daft Sparrow."

"You love my daftness," came his voice from behind her; the heat from his body radiating onto her and the distance between them incredibly short.

She closed her eyes and tried to relax herself. "At a time. I used to Sparrow," she said, or rather lied. He took her hand leading her up out of her chair to face him. She kept her eyes closed, fearing that if she opened them she would get lost and loose all the determination she had to stay away from this man.

He smirked at her antics, actually finding them rather cute. "Don't worry luv. You can tell ole' Jacky the truth." She was going to say something but forgot when his lips came crashing down on hers. "Do you still love that?" he asked with rum laden breath to her ears. She took a deep breath.

"I used to."

"Guess what luv?" he asked his mouth still dangerously close to her ear.

"What?" she replied softly.

"I still love it."

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The maps lay on the floor and the area surrounding the table was nothing short of a mess but their secret was still kept. Somehow despite the ecstasy the two of them felt from each other they muffled their sounds. No one, no one could know about this. These things always lead to disaster which they knew.

"Fuck Anamaria!" he whispered loudly and threw his head back. She knew exactly what she was doing. It was just when Jack was marveling at Anamaria's skill with his manly possessions that there came a knock at the door. "Stop! Stop, stop stop!" he whispered. He tried to catch his breath before saying anything. "Who the bloody hell is it? We're busy!"

A familiar voice came from beyond the door. "Cap'n. It's me sir." He rolled his eyes and did a few flamboyantly performed hand gestures. He went to quickly grab a pair of pants and a shirt, putting them on as quickly as he could. He opened the door and found his current first mate standing there.

"Blast damn Gibbs! What is it?" he whispered at a yell. He'd been doing a lot of that lately.

"Well sir…" he stopped short when he saw Anamaria behind him in only a shirt- Jack's shirt. Jack followed his eyes and his too landed on Ana giving a quick look which she took as a motion to get dressed.

"Gibbs. This is not to make way to anyone. Not the whelp, the crew and especially not Liz." He nodded, eyeing the captain up and down. Jack had definitely made a horrible mistake. But Gibbs couldn't quite figure out if the mistake had been sleeping with Ana while with Elizabeth or letting Ana go. He sighed.

"Ye have me word cap'n," he said reluctantly and Jack gave a small sad smile understanding the question behind Gibbs eyes.

"Good. Cause I don't know either Gibbs," he whispered. "I'm a bit confused at the moment. Ye know; this could go either way. It could all end in disaster and have me sinking into the bottom of the ocean."

"That'd be true sir if ye screw over Anamaria. She may be bad luck but she's hell t' mess with."

"Oh and I don't know that?" Gibbs submitted his hands.

"Jus' a warning sir. You're a good cap'n." Jack nodded. "I'll let you finish up then. My words were marked anyway, you'll hear them soon enough." Jack closed the door behind him. He put his back against the door and slumped against it with a sigh. His thoughts were clouding his sight so he barely noticed Anamaria making her way towards him but unconsciously felt it as she began making a trail of kisses on his neck that found their way going further and further down his body.

He gasped. "Jesus Ana!"

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