A/N: I don't own these lyrics, they belong to Shania Twain and the idea of the Coyote Ugly bar has already been used by another author just know I didn't use only because she did.

Chapter Four: Feel Like A Woman

I'm going out tonight-I'm feelin' alright
Gonna let it all hang out
Wanna make some noise-really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout
No inhibitions-make no conditions
Get a little outta line
I ain't gonna act politically correct
I only wanna have a good time
The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun (fun, fun)
Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts-short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction
Color my hair-do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!

Over the next couple of days Jack stayed in one of Elizabeth's numerous guest rooms where he proceeded to decorate it in traditional guy style…this included mounds of dirty laundry that was left to Elizabeth to clean. When Elizabeth wasn't cleaning one of Jack's messes (he was like a little child) she was asking him questions about how he had come to be such a prestigious barrel racer.

"I got bored living in England. Piracy was dying out, I need somewhere to go and then I caught wind of this exciting new place called America. When the men all started going west I followed and was one of first people to live in Texas."

"Get out! You were not!"

"Gods honest truth, Lizzie. Anyways, I started training horses for show and took up riding them for fun and one day some little whelp, much like the late mister Turner, challenged my manliness."

At this point in the story Elizabeth burst out laughing and Jack was forced to wait for her to collect herself before he could continue.

"Finished laughing at me? Good. As I was saying, he challenged me and I accepted. Apparently he had been some kind of hot shot rider but when I was through racing, he was gone and I was in…and clearly after that everyone fell in love with me. But how could they not? I am still Jack Sparrow."

"So let me get this straight, you were discovered as the best barrel racer because some teenage boy decided to question your riding abilities?"

"Well, yeah, but when you say it like that its not near as interesting."

And once again Elizabeth was over come with a fit a giggles and had to leave the room.

After listening to the rather funny tale of how Jack became famous, Elizabeth went to her room relax a little. She had a bunch of pent up energy due to the fact that she hadn't been able to ride at all since Jack was there, so she turned her radio on full blast and when Shania Twain's I Feel Like a Woman came on, Elizabeth grabbed her hairbrush and danced around in her pink and blue moon pajamas. Little did she know that she had an audience in the form of Jack Sparrow.

She had been dancing for quite some time before Jack made his presence known. He coughed loudly and Elizabeth's movements ceased immediately. She stood there, frozen with her hip to the side as her radio thudded on and Jack began clapping.

"You dance beautifully."

"Shut up. Get out of my room. Now."

"Now, now don't be that way. You were the one dancing with your door open."

Elizabeth turned around and threw her hair brush at him. He quickly left her to herself.

Having ridded her room of Jack, Elizabeth turned her attentions to getting ready for one of her two jobs. There was no other way she could afford taking care of the horses but to work almost all week. In the evenings she worked as a waitress at a bar, during most morning she was a check out girl at the local grocery even though she hadn't been in recently due to Shadow.

Getting ready for her night job was extremely different from getting ready for her morning job. First she put on her make-up then she went to her closet to find a suitable outfit to wear. Eventually she decided upon a black leather mini skirt, pink tank-top, knee high leather boots, a few bracelets, a ring or two, and pink earrings.

When Elizabeth came down the stairs, Jack felt his jaw drop to the floor at the sight of the amazingly sexy woman standing before him.

"What? I have to go to work."

Where on earth did she work? Jack found he rather wanted to see this place, it had to be a bar so that meant drinks and women, which was good. But did he really want to see Elizabeth be drooled over by other men? No, that wouldn't do. She just couldn't go to work, that was it.

"You cant go."

"Excuse me? I have to go to work, besides, I like dressing up. I feel like a woman."

"No no, you cannot. Men have horrible minds, horrible, and they might try and hurt you."

"Jack, get over it. I've been working there for two years. I can handle myself. Now if you want to come with me to get a drink fine, but otherwise stay here. Im leaving now, so if you're coming lets go."

Jack sighed and got up, if he wanted to protect Elizabeth from potential harm he would have to go and watch her.