Authors Note: who would have thought that I would get so few reviews….ahh ok well to be fair there was very little in the first chapter!! Ok so now the real story begins!!

Disclaimer: Honestly, if I owned any of the characters or any of the story line that I am clearly taking from the movies, would I be sitting here, writing a fanfic about it, when I should really be studying for half yearly exams?? Hmm? And also…if I owned Jack Sparrow…the things I would do to him!

CHAPTER 1: HONESTLY DISHONEST

Jack physically reeled backward upon seeing her sickly sweet lying smiling face, framed by her long, shiny, ringlet mahogany hair…that hair matched the pearl so acutely it was un-consciously one of the reasons he loved the ship so much…and one of the reasons he had loved her once too. Her bright emerald green eyes sparkled in recognition, and cheeky knowledge. She knew her effect…yet she pretended innocence and that smile was a clear reflection of just that.

Dwyn.

Famously seductive daughter of one of the Lords seated at the rowdy table. He couldn't remember her father and nor did he really want to; in fact he didn't really want to remember her either. It was that face, and that honestly mischievous, deviant smile she flashed at him. Like nothing had happened, though the smile said that she remembered all, and most importantly that she remembered her effect on him.

Bah.

Jack moved his gaze past her, as he desperately tried to mask his emotions. Above all else he must ignore her. He must ignore her. He took his place un easily beside Barbossa as Elizabeth claimed to be one of them, a new lord. Chun had made it so as he had died.

He must ignore her. Pay attention to the discussion he kept on telling himself. But as usual he was a stubborn bastard and took advice from no one.

His gaze kept on flickering back to her, and every time it did, it encountered that same smile. That smile that pretended innocence but was really oh so knowledgeable.

Be smart man! He cursed himself. He was doing exactly what she wanted him to. He was playing into her deceptively small delicate hands. Those hands which could and have killed a man…those hands which bought him to climax time and time again without even trying, those hands that could be so soft, and yet so hard…those hands were about to give him another erection just from thinking about how clever, swift and deviant they were.

Curse the woman.

The noise in the room was growing, as the pirates yelled at each other, and yelled in general. Many of them probably didn't know another volume. Jack should have felt at home amongst so many honest and powerful pirates. Instead he felt very uncomfortable.

To distract himself he tried to listen into what was being said around him, but instead was given another distraction.

"We have to free Calypso!" Barbossa yelled over the bickering gathering. It was met with a strange silence that lasted all too briefly. The lords were in even more of an uproar. Objections flew at the three who stood at the head of the table, and Jack heard none of them, despite his best efforts. Dwyn sat calm and unaffected in the middle of it all, her gaze un-wavering from him.

Curse her.

Something important was happening around him. Yet he couldn't quite pay attention to it all. As far as he could tell they had moved on from the subject of freeing the sea goddess from her fleshy cell and were now moving onto weather or not they should go out and met the army sailing towards them. Finally Jack could peel himself away from that cursedly beautiful woman.

He moved away from Barbossa and started to pace behind the Pirate Lords, talking to each of them in turn, he skipped straight past Dwyn and her father and continued on.

"As much as I loathe to say it, and I can't believe I'm about to say this!" Jack announced to the room "I agree with Elizabeth, we can't cower in here…at least half of us would be dead within two days!" Elizabeth shot him a surprised look, but he chose to ignore it, instead focused on each Lord in turn.

"We only the King of the Pirates can decide to go to war," Some one said from within the chaos

"Why is that a problem?" Elizabeth asked. She was still so knew to all of this.

"Because the King is elected via vote" Jack explained, rather irritably

"And?" She enquired

"Inevitably Each Lord votes for himself" Someone else answered. Jack nodded his agreement. Jack didn't mind, he had a plan.

Each Pirate than put in his vote, around the table they went, each voting for themselves as was predicted…Dwyns sweet voice rang out, answering on behalf of her father, a voice that spoke of experience in all areas and yet had a soft edge to it. Damn that woman! Did everything about her have to tug at his...well not heart? Jack struggled to keep his gaze away from her; he could feel her starting at him. He could feel that damned smile. So around the table it continued, the world did not end at Dwyn, as much as Jack may have wanted it to at that moment, each pirate voting for himself… until it came to Jack.

"I vote for Elizabeth" He spoke up. The room returned to that strange hushed silence as all stared at him shocked from his un-expected announcement. It really was the last thing Jack wanted to do, but Elizabeth had voted for herself, and he wanted to pirates to sail out to meet Davy Jones and the navy of Beckett therefore the only logically conclusion was that he vote for her.

"Captain Swann is the King than".

Ilovejack,ilovejack,ilovejack

Jack left the room and sauntered out to look over the water towards his beloved ship. The goddess was trapped in there, and he feared going onto it, but at least he could gaze lovingly upon it from a distance. After all he had been through for that ship, it seemed strange that he would want to leave it. As he understood it he would have to captain the Flying Dutchman, the Pearl would be left Captainless…or maybe that eunuch whelp Will would get his wish and he could keep it. Jack cringed at the idea. Nothing seemed more vulgar to him than the idea of anyone else sailing the Pearl across the ocean. Maybe….

Jack never ended up finishing the thought.

Dwyn. Even his mind flinched. Her name meant love, her father was from a strange land, part of Britain yet apart from it also, his people had fought Britain domination and lost, in any case as a part of his heritage he had named his only daughter after a Princess of legend, the patron saint of Love. Jack sneered; Love was the last thing that this Princess wanted. She was insatiable in the bed, and just like everything else she was a paradox their too. She strutted over to him, but it wasn't really a strut…it was more of a casual stroll but that woman made everything look sexy, even slitting a mans throat. He had seen her do it before. He had seen her do many things before; after all he had sailed on her fathers ship for 4 years before he finally got the Pearl. 4 years of his life he wanted back. The woman was ruthless, smart, strong, graceful, delicate, hard and bloody intoxicating. Really everything he wanted in a woman, but he didn't want to want her. It was what she wanted after all and theirs was a strange relationship, mixed with desire and loathing, peace and war. She had enjoyed tormenting him while he served her father. She loved the drama, the intrigue, she loved the fact that they were forbidden love, loved the idea of her father catching her. She was trouble. Dwyn should wear a warning sign.

"Hi Jack," she said as she slide next to him. She leaned against the railing, mimicking his own pose, and looked over the water. "I see you finally got back your boat" She said softly. On any other woman it would have seemed kind, a mere comment, but there was a tone behind it that was alluring, like a siren.

"Ship" he retorted. He wasn't going to give into her game.

"Sorry, ship." She corrected. She turned to face him, her eyes were gentle, her mouth was gentle, everything about her was gentle and she knew she played it. It was a trap, a vicious trap. Jack couldn't let in. Don't believe a word she tells you, he repeated to himself. Don't believe her tone, don't believe anything. The woman was evil.

"Well I should be off than, got something to do somewhere" He blurted quickly. God damn it, she even too away his eloquence! Jack turned to flee but a small hand darted out and held his hand

"Jack" she whispered, a hint of longing in her voice. Jack reacted appropriately, he would castrate himself later. Looking down at her hand, he refused to look into her eyes because that would be the end of him, because it was all that he could do. He couldn't bring himself to remove his hand from her gentle grasp, and he didn't want it to be there either.

"Dwyn" he replied, still intently focusing on her hand.

"You left me Jack." She said softly edged with sadness " You left me for that damned ship and look what it put you through"

"Staying would have been worse"

She gave a haughty laugh

"Am I really that bad?" She asked suggestively. The girl was un-predictable. Swung from one emotion to another. It was how she lured men in, with her mystery and intrigue, her subtleness…her beauty.

"You make Calypso seem like a virgin priestess," he stated. That was it. He tried to remove himself from her presence, he had gained, gods knew where from, a moment of strength against her and he wasn't going to loose it.

But her grip had gone from gently resting to fiercely holding. Jack was surprised enough by the fact that his arm didn't follow his body that he made the mistake of looking into her face, and into those bright green eyes. Somewhere deep inside of him, the part that remained to him screamed for mercy, the rest of him was in her thrall.