This is the chapter that Jack reveals his plan. I know it's kindof sketchy but do we ever truly know what Jack's plans are going to be like? Always subject to change. To those of you whom I promised it would be up by Saturday, does it count if it's 1:30 in the morning on Sunday? Thank you guys, you know who you are for your encouragement. It keeps me motivated. Now, Read, Enjoy and Review!

VII: An Accord

" I can't eat this." Meredith complained from across the table.

" Why the bloody hell not?" Jack said, stopping just short of biting into a hunk of salted pork.

" Because it's pork." Jack's reply was a blank stare. " I'll get gat, I can't lose my figure. Besides don't you know that you really should not eat the species that consume their own feces.? It isn't healthy." Meredith informed him while pushing away the platter.

"O-kay. Have some bread than, Sally made it fresh," came Jack's reply as he pushed the plate towards Meredith.

" But, the carbs! This is loaded with carbs!"

Jack let out an exasperated sigh. " Look luv, you can either eat what Sally made or you can go hungry. Makes no difference to me." Meredith grimaced at the choices before her before reaching out and tearing into the bread and cheese set in front of her.

" Wine?"

" Please," Jack filled her goblet before settling back into his chair. " I do believe we have business to discuss. You say your plane, which is a flying contraption, was wrecked."

" Crashed actually."

" Crashed as it were, as it was flying over the Triangle."

" Yes, I was on my way to a photo-shoot." Jack met her gaze with another blank stare; it seemed to become habitual around the woman, so she continued, "People take pictures of me, similar to a drawing except more realistic. They, companies rather, pay me lots of money to wear the clothes they make so they can sell them to other people. We call that modeling."

" Ah, so you were on your way to model."

She nodded, "So you really think you can get me back home. To the future."

" Can I? I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. Of course I can, but for me to help you, I need you to help me. You see, I lost…something very valuable and I need you to help me get it back."

" What, treasure? Ooo, jewelry?"

Jack struggled for a moment, he had to be serious if he wanted her to trust him. " A…dear friend of mine , a Mr. Will Turner, like a brother really, is to be married."

" I'm not following. What does a wedding have to do with something being lost?"

'Everything' Jack thought, " Treasure of sorts. Not all treasure is silver and gold mate. As foul as it sounds, our friendship has been lost as we had a falling out of sorts. A certain Commodore Norrington has put it into good Will's head that I tried to seduce his fiancé."

" Did you?"

" NO!" Jack composed himself, " No, it wasn't my fault we were marooned on some god-forsaken spit of land. I wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole. She burnt all my rum the bloody"

" Mr. Sparrow."

" Right, so the whelp decided to listen to bloody Norrington instead of good ol' Jack. Idiot. But I refuse to lose this time."

" We're all fools in love. Wait until it happens to you." Meredith's eyes grew soft as she and Jack mulled over what she had said. Jack snorted. " If this is the truth,"

" Course it is."

" Than where do I figure into all of this?"

" I was hoping you would ask. You, Miss Wright, are going to be my wife."

Meredith sprayed wine across the table, spluttering, " Your, pardon? Your wife? Are you insane ? I'm not getting married, I don't even know how that would fix your problem. Your, your mental."

" Actually," Jack replied as he dabbed his face with the sleeves of his shirt, " there is room for debate but I'm going to be inclined to say no, I'm not."

" We can't get married. I won't. Not just to prove a point." Jack began to laugh. " I don't see what you think is so funny about your little scheme."

" You think we'd truly marry. Sorry luv, but I'm not a man to be tied down. My love is the sea, I'd never marry you." Jack noticed a brief flash of , what, something across her face.

" Oh, right," she said as her face began to turn red.

Jack couldn't tell if she was angry or embarrassed for her assumption and decided it would be best to just continue. " Besides, you'll be leaving. No, I just need you to come with me to the wedding. Pretend to be my wife to prove to Mr. Turner that I am a good man in spite of being a pirate. That I wasn't after his wife and I'm happy with my own."

" Who would believe it Mr. Sparrow?"

" Everyone, even the crew. We'll hold a fake ceremony, I can do that as captain of a ship. I rescued you, many will say that's romantic. Oh, you'll be a foreigner, Italian with your colouring and it is true in a way. Where are you from anyway?"

" The U.S." Pause, " America" silence, " Good grief, the colonies."

" Ah. No. You're from Italy and your mother was Irish. What an interesting combination. Nasty tempers though, especially Sicilian women." Jack mused to himself, not paying attention as Meredith began to nod off. " Hmm, how did we meet? I did suggest before that it was because I rescued you. Your…er…ship had been wrecked. The most believable lies are those that stick the closest to the truth. Yes, that should work. Don't you agree? Miss Wright?" Jack stopped stroking his chin and looked at the swiftly fading woman. " Miss Wright" He said a little louder.

" Huh? Sorry Cap't."

" Do we have an accord?" Jack said, figuring it was time to seal the deal as he put his hand across the table.

" You'll get me home?"

" I give you my word as a pirate."

" Not comforting. Swear, that our, marriage is strictly one of convenience."

" You have my word."

" Swear on the Pearl Cap't." She said, with just a little more vigor that she had before.

" I can safely swear on the Pearl luv." They shook. It was an accord.

" Good." Meredith yawned. Jack shook his head and moved from his chair to Meredith's. It was clear nothing else would be accomplished for the time being anyway. He grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet.

" Come on, up ya get."

" Where we going?" Came the sleepy response.

" To bed"

" Where?"

" In my quarters."

" Where will you sleep?"

" Actually the question should be, where will you sleep. And you will be sleeping with me."

" What?"

" Unless you want to sleep with the rest of the crew…"

" No! You're good."

Jack chuckled. " Of course I am. Remember who yer talking to luv. This is excellent, since we're to be married we might as well start out right by sleeping together."

" Mr. Sparrow." Her disgruntled protest came out as a whisper.

" Sleeping luv, just sleeping and seeing as we'll be married, it may be wise to call me by my name. Savy?" Jack propelled her towards his quarters and Meredith nodded in sleepy acquiescence as she fell into the bed.

" Alright…Jack. 'night."

Jack pulled off his boots and shirt before moving to remove Meredith's shoes. Jack took them off, BCBG. Ridiculous spiky things that could prove to be veritable weapons. At least now he wouldn't have to worry about puncture wounds in the night. Jack then flopped into his bed and blew out the lamp. " 'night luv."