That was for the smell

While Gabrielle's strength was returning slowly, she was starting to fall asleep. But Jack still had questions for her.

"How do you smell?" The question sounded funny, even to Jack, but he wasn't sure how to actually word it.

"With my nose," she giggled, trying to make herself comfortable against a rock, and failing miserably. "You can't expect me to answer all your questions in one night, can you? You would get bored if you didn't have something to needle out of me later."

"You know, you are the only female creature I can't predict," he said as he tried to sit closer to her, when she suddenly perked up.

"Not now," she said.

"If not now, when?"

"No, not you. They found Timothy Sickleford." Jack made a face. "We have to get back, or he won't get out." She suddenly stood up, almost taking out Jack's head. "Come on, I'm not sure if I can make. I'll need you help." She broke off into a stumbling run.

"YOU'LL LOSE WHAT STRENGTH YOU GOT BACK, MISSY," he yelled from behind her.

"THAT'S WHY I NEED YOU, CAPTAIN," she yelled behind her. They arrived at the middle of the cave where Gabrielle almost fell over. Jack went to help her.

"No, go get Timothy quickly. They're almost here."

Jack ran to the bar and found Timothy with his usual band of mates.

"Timothy, it is time you came with me son."

Timothy looked at him, "Jack, I'm older then you, how can you call me son?"

"Never mind that now. They are here and Miss needs to see you."

"You are mad, Jack. Wot are you talking about?"

Jack was tired of playing around, "SICKLEFORD YOU BLOODY WELP, GET OUT THERE BEFORE I SHOW THESE MEN THE EUNUCH YOU ARE!" All went quiet in the room as they watched Timothy slowly stand up and follow Jack out the door.

Miss was waiting for them, how she was standing, Jack had no Idea. She held in her hands a sword, a pistol, and a hat, just in the way Jack had put his effects in her hands. Timothy walked up to her.

"What is going on," ask Timothy.

Miss smiled. "Timothy Sickelford, here are you effects. You have been granted a second chance."

Timothy froze in mid reach for his possessions. "Found? You mean someone has found me?" Miss nodded. Timothy could hardly contain himself, he was so pleased. "What do I have to do?"

Miss, wobbly, stepped closer to Timothy. Unlike with the little girl, Miss only marked a slash on Timothy's forehead. "You will have to right three wrongs."

"What three?"

Miss smiled. "You will know when you leave here. All you have to do is walk back the way you came. Do not look back, or you will give up your second chance."

Timothy nodded then turned to Jack. "Guess you're not as mad as I thought. See you out there, Jack." Jack gave him a kind of bow or nod, no one could quite tell for sure.

"Remember, three wrongs and don't look back," She was starting to falter. He nodded and turned. Timothy was tentative at first, but his gate was stronger with each step, until he was out of Jack and Gabrielle's view.

Gabrielle sighed, "This is going to sound suggestive."

Jack grinned. "I haven't heard that in a while."

Gabrielle rolled her eyes. "Can you help me to my room? I don't think I can make it."

Jack slipped his arm around her waist and his head under one of her arms. "No worries, dolly." With that he led her into her quarters. He had never been in before, and it was small. A bed and a chair both cut into the wall. Though she almost passed out with fatigue on his arm, he gently helped her into bed. He had to duck his head under the cut out to make her comfortable. Just like in front of the bar, Jack found he could not help himself. Her eyes focused briefly enough to realize he was kissing her and before she was gone again she heard his voice distantly.

"That was for the smell."