Author's Comment: I am in fact, a young woman of caramel roasted peanuts and thus am flung into a sudden happy-happy-joy-joy state of mind when given a packet of them. Truthfully though, there is more sugar in them than peanut, which makes them less... er... peanuty? If you find it appropriate to say so.

Ahem, might I also add that through constant quarrels (not too constant of course) any couple can in good health eh... strengthen?.. their inimitable bond. Heheheh...

Peanuts?

Villanueva made his way out to the deck in great royal strides, frowning at the still dark sky. It appeared that Calypso had not lessened attention on the pirates and in fact, had followed them to the well guarded Shipwreck Cove or at least was aware of their coming. The wind and rain had ceased however, causing the spaniard to believe that she had once again diverted her obstructive powers to his sweet relief.

Mr. Gibbs sat patiently waiting atop a barrel on deck, admiring the soft clothes he had been given. It had been quite sometime that he should be so appreciative of such fine clothes. He nodded to Villanueva in respectful greeting, the captain walking over to him in response. The spaniard however was interrupted from his commencing conversation as a sudden thudding began to near from below.

Villanueva halted immediately, his eyes narrowing as the the thumps were more recognizable as a set of heavy steps along with a great deal of yelling. He shot Gibbs a questionate glance, where Gibbs simply shrugged his shoulders, slightly embarassed that there truly was no explanation for the tumultuous couple.

Jack took large strides out onto the deck which could have matched Villanueva's in confidence had it not been for a certain familiar seemingly drunken sway he carried. He then closed the door behind him leading to the bunkers, attempting to close away a certain approaching doom. He then directed his attention to Mr. Gibbs, grinning with an unsteady sway of his hand. Villanueva stood on his spot, frowning in curiousity at what had caused such noise on his ship. Jack of course only cleared his throat and unsteadily made his way towards Gibbs, feeling slightly uncomfortable under the spaniard's glance of disapproval.

"Mr. Gibbs!" Jack waved in greeting, a strange anxious grin falling on his uncomfortable expression. No doubt, he was attempting to divert his attentions elsewhere as he heard to his regret the aproaching angry footsteps of a certain agitated "swan."

"Er.. nice shirt." Jack grinned hurriedly, causing Gibbs to question his anxiousness.

"G'day to ya Capn'! Thank ya kindly!" Gibbs grinned amicably.

"So you saved the rum? Er… the rum saved you then?"

"Aye Capn' quite lucky it is…"

"Whot's lucky?"

"Me being saved by the rum?"

"What rum? Where's the rum?"

"…No rum capn'…" Gibbs frowned, slightly confused.

"So… Whot's lucky?" Jack questionned with a curl of his lip. Gibbs stared at the captain blankly, lost in confusion and thought. He then nodded his head slightly as he attempted to absorb what his captain had said when suddenly the door from which Jack had come slammed open, a certain young woman making her way angrily towards them. Gibbs' eyes widenned at the look of anger on Elizabeth's face and thus realized what stomps and yells Jack had unsuccesfully attempted to escape from.

"You know my life could have been bloody perfect without you!" she yelled, causing much of the crew and Villanueva himself to turn to the two, Elizabeth pointing her index finger in Jack's face. "I want an explanation NOW!" Jack's sudden twitch of his lip once again returned under her pointing finger as he uncomfortably cleared his throat.

"You know"- Jack began but then suddnly paused, diverting his eyes from Elizabeth. Why the bloody hell were they all watching? He cleared his throat uncomfortably, politely shooing the crew's watchful eyes away from their so publically drawing scene.

"Off you go then…" Jack grinned, swaying his hands before him as though he were shooing away an unwanted fly or…

He glanced at Villanueva, who had instinctively nodded and turned away towards the wheel, Jack's curling lip twitching at the animal on his shoulder

…or rat.

Jack then diverted his attentions once again to Elizabeth, who's rage had not left her face. "Has anyone told you how positively… captivating… you are when you're regretfully agitated…?" Jack questionned, attempting to lighten the situation.

"Jack!"

"Am I the first then?"

"JACK!"

"You know… If your life was so "bloody perfect" as you so naively put it, you needn't be needing a certain handsomely devlish…" Jack frowned for a minute, correcting himself, "er… handsome devil captain.. to so conveniently come to your inconvenient rescue."

"That isn't true! It's all your bloody fault in the first place!"

"HA!" Jack exclaimed sarcastically. He then placed his right hand on his waist, with his left dangling loosely by the wrist above his shoulder. Mr. Gibbs frowned, wondering if his captain was about to perform "I'm a Little Teacup" as he had so rightly presumed the needed position. To his surprise, the captain began to yell in a terribly nasal tone, no doubt attempting to mimick Elizabeth's high yell.

"Jack! Do save me from bloody drowning Jack as I'm so stupidly choking under a certain stupid corsett Jack! Help me save my eunich Jack, I don't want to marry the bloody wigged commodore Jack! Must 'av been bloody terrible for you Jack so let's sing a bloody song while we're bloody at it Jack! Le's get you drunk an' burn all the bloody rum whilst you're sleeping Jack! Barbosa has Will Jack! Now Jones has Will Jack! I can't keep track of my bloody pretty eunich Jack! You'll want to know what it tastes like Jack! Bloody hell, you came back Jack! You're a good man Jack! Really want to kiss you Jack, so le's cuff you to the bloody ship an' let the beastie take you to the locker Jack! I feel really bad Jack! So le's try an' fetch you Jack! Sorry all you see is bloody little yous-coming-out-of-our-heads-now asking for bloody peanuts Jack!"

Elizabeth frowned, childlishly glaring at Jack mocking her so openly and his terrible nasal attempt at it. She then quirked her brow, slightly puzzled at the very last part of his commentary. Bloody-little-whos coming out of his head?

"..Peanuts?" Elizabeth finally questioned, causing Jack to suddenly cease with wide eyes.

"Err…" Jack paused for a moment, clearing his throat as he gently placed unsteady hands on each of her shoulders.

"King Swann, Captain Jack, the Bretheren Court awaits!" Villanueva grinned, waving his hand with grace towards the plank that lead to the docks. Elizabeth turned quite hurriedly and passed Villanueva with a respectful grin, before making her way to the main entrance of the grand city. Jack followed after her in swayed unsteady steps and was almost caught off his balance when Villanueva let out a strong arm and grasped his shoulder.

"Senor Sparrow, I have realized that you have not told Captain Swann why she is here."

Jack's eyes narrowed with suspicion, "..and what is she to you?"

The two paused in silence for a brief moment as Jack's familiar gaze of rebellion caught the curious glance of the spaniard captain.

"Hmmm…" Villanueva said finally, massaging his well kept beard under his chin in thought. He then took Sparrow's hand and placed a small lumpy pouch in it, causing Jack to purse his lips in curiousity.

"Whot's this?"

"Peanuts…Caramel roasted." The spaniard then grinned and walked with great strides across the plank and vanished under the shadow of the entrance. Jack followed after him, openning the small pouch with a sudden joy.

"Peanuts mate?" questionned a small Jack from his left ear.

"We do love peanuts mate…" agreed another from his right.

Jack nodded, taking a small mouthful of three. He crunched and allowed the caramel and brown sugar to melt in his mouth along with the the taste of peanut. There was more sweet and less peanut.

He frowned with dissappointment, "It appears I've grown a sudden distaste for spaniard peanuts mates." Jack then hurriedly wobbled after Villanueva, Captain Swann walking proudly before them with her head held confidently high.

Authors comment: Might I point out the use of symbolism here (so simply given by peanuts heheh): "There was more sweet and less peanut." As a writer I attempted to symbolize how Jack found that the peanuts were less of what they really were, covered more in sugar and caramel. His taste for natural untainted peanuts may symbolize that perhaps the spaniard is shrouding his true initiatives with sugary if not welcoming "happy manners" as he himself put it. Jack of course finding it easier to deal with "the troubling sort" rather than the suspicious seemingly friendly Captain Villanueva.