Jack's gaze lingered on the back of the girl entering the tavern. He wondered what her freedom was. To have traveled this far and faced as many obstacles as she had, he'd expected it to be Will. And yet, she had come to the decision that her husband… Er, ex-husband… Was she a widow? Anyway, Elizabeth had come to the conclusion that Will represented confinement to certain expectations she'd rather not meet. Quite the opposite of freedom, really. So, what was it that she was after? Jack expected her freedom was the same as his own. That horizon, which had felt like her prison in waiting, was now her escape. Perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps she was after the pirate life: gold, guts, and glory. Perhaps she simply enjoyed traipsing around in men's clothing. He couldn't lie, he'd appreciated the view her pants had afforded him. Or lack of pants. Jack dragged a hand across his beard. Powers that be, he really needed to erase that image from his mind if he was going to share a ship with that woman for an obscene amount of time.

"Yoo-hoo!" A familiar lilt cried, "There you are Cappy!" Ah. Joan. Joanne? Did he really want company this evening? Of course he did… He was Captain Jack Sparrow. He'd prefer company every evening, wouldn't he? All the better to drown out the sights and sensations of the evening before.

"'Ello darling," Jack put his arm out as the two strolled along the beach. "Did you have fun at the shop?"

"I did!" She smiled through her painted lips, "I tried whatever I liked, as you said. The shopkeeper's awaiting your coin on the morrow!"

Jack's mustachioed lip twitched, "Glad to hear it." Though he was certainly not. "Shall we celebrate with some rum at the inn, then?"

"Oh!" Joanne squealed, "Naughty boy, you just want me all to yourself in a room there, don't you?"

Jack dug up a smile as the two sauntered in, "How could I stay away?"

Elizabeth nearly spat out her liquor as she saw the Captain and his company enter the bar. She turned back towards the barkeep with a scowl on her face. One island. One whole island full of inns and he just had to follow her into this one. She was not in the mood to deal with Captain Jack Sparrow tonight. Not after that awkward conversation. She'd tried so hard to keep it to herself, but there was something about that infuriating man that made her want to shout. To make him understand. For some reason, she wanted him to understand. Maybe then she could get rid of this sick feeling in the pit of her, and no longer be plagued by dreams. Maybe then she could find what it was she was searching for. Jack's date let out a high pitched cackle, as if to underline her discomfort. Elizabeth flinched.

"Too loud in here for you, Poppet?" Pintel leaned over. What was this, a pirate bar? Was there some sort of marking that made it so? She would have to figure it out if she ever wanted an ounce of time to herself.

"Nah, I think it's the gigglin' miss sittin' on Jack's- oof!" Ragetti spoke until Pintel's elbow met with his midsection. The pirate rubbed it with a hurt look on his face.

Elizabeth tilted back her glass and placed it on the bar. "Would you gentlemen care to buy me another drink?"

"He's just so full of himself, isn't he?" Elizabeth continued her tirade about Captain Jack Sparrow after several rounds of spirits.

"Issat treason?" Ragetti whispered to Pintel. "I mean, not that we haven't mutinied before."

"Nah," Pintel shook his head with a smile, "'Tis jealousy."

"I can hear you," Elizabeth leaned forward as the two men leaned back at her admission. "Jealousy? Hah!" She slammed her glass down. "Why on Earth would I be jealous of him?"

"He's gettin' laid," Pintel swallowed his grog.

Ragetti spoke behind his hand, "Or would she be jealous of the lady gettin' laid?"

"Neither!" Elizabeth slurred. "Who says he's getting' laid anyway?"

"Over there," Ragetti pointed, "he's walkin' up them steps to the quarters."

Elizabeth turned to see the two arm in arm heading exactly where she would expect a man like Captain Jack Sparrow to go.

"Then we are too," Elizabeth pushed her chair back from the table, "c'mon boys!"

Ragetti and Pintel looked at one another in wide eyed disbelief.

"I ain't gonna ask twice!" she hollered as she headed up the stairs.

"Oh dear, oh dear…" Ragetti sputtered.

"Aye aye!" Pintel beamed as he headed up the steps behind her.

"Wait for me!" Ragetti stumbled after.

"Well, Poppet, Are we goin' to-"

"Shh! Shut it!" Elizabeth whispered, her ear to the thin boarded walls.

"Aye, no words," he fumbled with his belt. "We'll speak with our bodies then."

"What?! No, you idiot!" A flustered Elizabeth pointed to the room next door, "We're pulling a prank on our dearly depraved captain."

"Oh! A prank sounds fun!" Ragetti clapped his hands.

Pintel gave him a withering look. "Not as fun as what I had in mind. Why? What do I get out of it?"

Elizabeth's fuzzy brain tumbled through options. "Here!" She recalled the satchel at her waist, "I'll give you this earring."

A once-doubtful Pintel now salivated at the small ruby. "Yes M'am! What shall we do?"

"Give him a show," she smirked.

"But," Ragetti thumbed, "he's over there. He won't see anything."

"Let him hear it!" Elizabeth moaned as she pounded the bedframe against the wall. "Like this!"

Both Ragetti and Pintel swallowed their blush.

"C'mon! Harder!" she cried and nodded at them for emphasis.

"Arrrr!" Ragetti yelled gleefully.

"Not like that you bloody-" Pintel whispered. "Ohh!" He groaned out loud as he recounted the shine of the gem.

Jack had only just removed his shirt when he'd begun hearing the revelry next door. "Dear God, what in the name of-"

"Sounds like they're having fun," Joanne tickled his chin, "should we show them a thing or two?"

Jack tossed his head side to side, debating the issue before leaning in for a kiss. That was when he heard it.

"Oh! Yes! Yes! Give it to me!"

"Elizabeth…" Jack reared back in shock and stared at the adjoining wall.

He should have suspected the sharp slap that hit him on the broad side of his face. He didn't care much for that though. No, he barely even noticed the half-naked woman walking out of his pilfered room as Lizzie's melodious love making filled his ears. She wasn't lying before. She said she was going to find someone and she did. And suddenly he was angry; more angry than he had any right to be at the man who was staking his claim on Elizabeth's body. He exited the already open door and swiftly kicked in that of his neighbor's.

"Listen here, you bloody-" Jack yelled as he watched the three frightened yet familiar faces before him. Elizabeth knelt on the bed while her crewmates both leaned with their fists on opposite walls. His burning eyes looked back and forth between them. "This had better be a rouse."

"Yes, Captain!" Ragetti retracted his hands.

"Of course captain!" Pintel nodded, "It was at the request of the lady!" Jack's eyes flicked to his undone belt. A knot coiled in his stomach.

"Get out." Jack growled, "OUT!"

In a moment the two men were gone without a trace. Elizabeth was about to exit, when Jack trapped her with one arm. "No, not you Miss Swan."

She blinked up at him innocently. "Why? I was only having fun. I'm a free woman you know."

"I told you. It's dangerous."

"That's not for you to decide!"

"Oh, I know." Jack stuck out his bottom lip and nodded his head, "But, you weren't off to have your own fun, were you? You were off to have it at my expense!"

She tried to hide her snicker. "I'm sorry, Jack. Really. I won't do it again."

"Prithee tell me why would you have need to do it in the first place?"

She took a step forward, her voice curious, "And why would you have need to kick down my door?"

They both eyed each other cautiously, seeming to be at a stalemate.

"Because," Jack continued, "you are a member of my crew and I care for you as such."

"Oh, Jack," she put a hand to her heart mockingly.

"So help me, woman," he interrupted, "I'm going to punish you as such."

The drunk flush disappeared from her features, "For what?"

"Being a conspirator against your captain." His smile became a grin, "Mutiny."