Author's Comment: Presently, I'm 'content as a cucumber' to hear good reviews so far :) I did alot of research on my plans for this fic. I try to incorporate as much Liz and Jack moments as I can (I was a bit dissappointed at the lack of these in AWE as those were the best!) and I've also been watching the 1st and the sequels to capture the characters more accurately. Please tell me if they're anywhere near becoming OOC because that would be something fiercely terrible on my part.

The Troubling Sort

"You did so luv…"

"Did not!"

"Did so.."

"Did NOT!"

Jack sighed, eyeing Elizabeth with a bemused grin. At the moment, her thoughts of how strangely charming his smile had become to her was only cause for her further blushing.

"Dear Lizzy… for what other reason would you so desperately moan my name in your sleep? I hear what I hear when heard... rather loudly. You know…" he began to suggest, pressing his body close to hers. Elizabeth tensed with discomfort. "I…you…we… together… could prevent further moaning my name in my absence… Whot say you?"

"I'd say the idea is downright disgusting!" she exclaimed, pulling herself from Jack's embrace.

Jack pouted his lips in dissappointment, "You weren't so disgusted at the idea before luv'."

"I am, because if you haven't forgotten I'm married!" A very bright color came to her cheeks.

"Ah, yes, but to a eunuch no less… The heart may set itself luv, but the eyes may always wander." Jack said simply as he grasped a bottle of rum beside him and took a desperately needed gulp.

"Where the eyes may wander so does… everything else" he said breathlessly, licking his rum soaked lips with more hunger than needed. Elizabeth's eyes wandered for a fleeting moment at the pirate's gaze, then fell on his lips as he licked them. Her mind wondered at what he meant by everything else.

"I am not attracted to you in any sort of way Jack Sparrow."

"Mmmm! Captain!" he added, taking another swig of his bottle. "And… we've been through enough of this this luv. The fact is whether or not you're able to say it you are… deathly attracted to me."

Elizabeth folded her arms in anger, a frown forming with sudden denial. She fumed defensively as she spoke, "You're untrustworthy, self-absorbed…"

"…handsome, charming, ingenious, an' the bloody bes' Capn' of the sea." Jack continued for her, taking another gulp of his drink.

"Don't deny the fact that you're simply here for my company luv… as with all our other ventures. Dear William may be your security, but I am your freedom." Jack rose from his seating only to pull up another barrel, and lay the cirular map before him. He fiddled with its circles, matching the words he could.

"Besides, Will's not the first man you've so willingly flung yourself to ey? Congratulations on choosing the worst bloody pirate in the Spanish Main luv." Jack said idly, finally achieving the words of the map he wanted. There was however though so calmly said, a touch of malice in his tone. Elizabeth saw it as a bit of jealousy mixed with betrayal, she sighed wondering at how terribly her using him had left him untrusting of her.

Jack narrowed his eyes at the map, reading the words very carefully: "Aqua de Vida." His dark eyes travelled the rest of the map, narrowing at a large "X" drawn a bit off from the "Pillars of Hercules." He then read the words written across the map: "Below the waters, above the tide." He turned another circle: "A joy which youth hath left to hide."

"Tha's just bloody maddenning…" Jack mumbled to himself.

"You're mad yourself mate…" commented a slurred voice, a small miniature of himself climbing out of his left ear.

"Good point…" Jack agreed, not finding the miniature odd.

"Maybe its due to a lack of rum" commented another, climbing out from his left ear.

"There's always a lack…" said the other to his right. The three paused for a minute and then frowned at the comment.

"Aye…" all three of them finally chimed in unison.

"Jack?" Elizabeth questionned, glancing at him with curiosity. "Who are you talking to?" she asked, tapping him below the arm.

"Whot- Mmnngg!" Jack suddenly jerked, releasing a strange sort of snort once Elizabeth had tapped him. Jack's eyes widenned, as he slowly turned his attention to Elizabeth.

She frowned slightly, "What was that?"

"Haven't the slightest…" Jack said truthfully. A mischievous grin suddenly found its way to her lips. She suddenly prodded him below his arm once again, causing him to tense immediately.

"MMmmmnngg!" was his only reply afterwards, he frowned at Elizabeth though a playful expression had now appeared on her face.

"Jack… you're… ticklish."

"Whowhot?!?" he questioned, his hoarse voice slightly straining. Elizabeth only grinned and prodded him more roughly below his arm, he immediately toppled over from his surprise.

"MMgggg! Bugger…" he mumbled, lying on the wooden deck as Elizabeth had walked slowly towards him. She continued to smile, raising her hands in preparation.

"Oy, nono, ther'll be none of that…" Jack stated waving his hands before him in defense. Elizabeth only giggled.

"Mmmmggg! Haahhh, stop, stop STOP! NoonoHAhaahaahHA!" Jack finally relaxed when Elizabeth merely sat next to him and ceased her torture.

"I actually thought you weren't the sort to laugh" she said finally, "..Being… Captain Jack Sparrow and all."

"Tha's where you're quite wrong luv. I laugh a bloody good deal when the sort's funny in its own right."

"I've never seen you laugh till now…"

"You're not the funny sort…"

"Of what sort am I then?" she asked, her brow quirking slightly.

"…the troubling." Jack mumbled under his breath as he rose to his seat once again, straightenning his jacket in a very business-like manner.

"Oy Capn'!" Mr. Gibbs yelled, causing the two to turn their attentions away from each other. "Look 'er yonder!"

Jack followed Gibbs' gaze to the sky, narrowing with distaste. "Even more troubling…" Jack noted, studying the now darkenning swirl of cloud above them.

A sway of heavy footsteps made their way into the main room, the man walking with a seemingly drunken unsteady gate. At the table before him sat four seemingly respected pirates, one of them a short yet plump woman. She stood suddenly, slamming the table with urgency.

"This is outrageous! First Beckett and Jones now this! We have already lost Captain Sumbhajee, how many more of us may follow?"

"I agree with Captain Ching! We must bind Calypso immediately, with her a part of the sea her reaches to us are endless! She may even come here!" cried a dark skinned man, with a thick African accent.

"Aye!" yelled the Persian Captain Ammand and French Chevalle. A sudden rise of voices caused the room of pirates to cause a rucus. The scarred captain before them had all the while kept silent, however once the rucus had begun he slammed a heavy palm on the table causing a sudden silence to take over. Captain Ching obediently took her seat.

"We can do nothin'…" Captain Teague began, slightly curling his lip. "…it takes nine pirate lords to bind Calypso and as luck may have it there are only five of us present, including myself" he spoke deeply, with a slurred and hoarse tone.

"What about Captain Sparrow and Barbosa?" questionned Ammand.

"Captain Sparrow and Barbosa are off sailing the Spanish Main and will be retrieved, compliments of Captain Villanueva."

"That only makes eight!" Captain Ammand exclaimed.

Teague's lip curled once more, gleaming gold, "…Captain Swann." A look of incredulity crossed the pirate lords when he spoke. "She remains a pirate lord and also pirate king. The code states that her title can only be dropped whence she is deceased or replaced by a vote where she is thus present. Also, any form of action including all pirate lords cannot be carried out without permission from the pirate king."

"Then where is she?" questionned Captain Ching. Teague shot Captain Chevalle an inquiring glance, causing the rest of the lords to do so as well.

"Mademoiselle Swann was last zeen at Port Royal, however when I euh, came in search she was no longer zergh. I 'ad also discovered that she along with Captain Sparrow 'ad succesfully escaped from ze Navy."

"Then she's with Sparrow!" stated Ching.

"Let us hope then that Villanueva does not fail his duty." Teague stated, grimacing as he unsteadily swayed from the table.

Author's Comment: SO, I have ideas swirling 'round in the gaping empty space I have so amicably dubbed 'my genius.' Let's hope it turns out fine and dandy then! (-snigger- Jack's ticklish... -pokes him- Jack: MMnnngggg!)