"The Caribbean? Where in the Caribbean?"

"Beats me. If not for that bloody Kracken, I would be sailing through my seas on my ship." He sighed and dropped into the sand, "But alas, dear Elizabeth set my fate with a single click of thee irons. She kept the code."

"Code?"

"Pirates code. If anyone falls behind, they stay behind. More of a guideline to be honest."

"So someone chained you to a ship and left you to die, and you ended up here, with me, on a land we both don't know?"

"Yes to all but the last. I do know this land. We happen to be on the side that is uninhabited my dear. Are you alone?"

"No." He tilted his head at her, "Okay, maybe." He put a hand on his hip and took a step closer. His face was inches from hers, "Yes. Yes I am alone."

"Brilliant. No worries then." He grabbed her wrist and pulled Kris down beside him in the sand. "Tell me Miss…what is your last name?"

"Walker."

"Miss Walker. What is your business here in the Caribbean? For those who are here are rarely from the Americas since those who need to leave here flee to the dreaded Americas. It seems odd that you come from the very place all go. What say you to that?"

"First, The U.S. isn't that bad. Second, I told you I don't know. And Third, why do you want to know so much about me? Why not learn a few things about you?"

"Point taken." Jack stood once again and pulled Kris up with him. "Now come my dear. We have a lot of ground to cover. Rum?" He asked as they started walking.

"I told you I don't drink."

"How old are you luv?"

"Twenty one. You?"

"Take a guess," He took a swig of rum and continued to swagger on.

"Thirty something. Am I close?"

"Close enough." He turned abruptly and Kris reeled back, hitting a tree. "Kristin, is it? How is it that you haven't heard of me?"

"I live like a thousand miles away?"

"That would be a reason. But do tell me how you came to be here in such…attire." He waved a hand at her clothes and she glanced down.

"Jeans and a t-shirt. At least I don't dress like you."

"Be that as it may, you stand to need better garments, such as a dress, or nothing."

Kris went to slap him, but he caught her hand and pinned it above her head to the tree. "Let go."

"No, I think I've had enough of women slapping me for no apparent reason."

"No apparent reason!" She swung at him with her other hand, but he did the same. She jerked against his hold and he grinned.

"Now that's not very nice. Now, we can all just get along if you trust me."

"Trust you? Do you think I'm crazy?"

"Angry yes, crazy, not really. And who else do you have to trust dear lady?"

"What were your initial plans when you first saw me?" Jack leaned away and looked as if he winced at the thought. He carefully turned towards her. "And no lies. If I am to trust you, those wouldn't help."

"Fine then. I was going to kidnap you, drag you to Tortuga, assemble me a crew, then, if you're still alive at that point, use you in what ever way I please."

"You're telling the truth, aren't you?"

"Finally. A bonnie lass who believes. Are you willing to go along with me, or shall I slay you right here and now?"

"Will you get me home?"

"I'll try my best luv." He walked towards the beach and turned to face her, "So what will it be?"

"If I go with you, you have to promise me one thing."

"And what will that be?"

"If your views on me change, the last thing you were planning to do, drops out. Do we have a deal?"

Jack hesitated, "Deal, now let's go!"