A/N: Hey guys, I've worked really hard on this chapter, hope you like it. Also, just so you know, dinner meant lunch at the time this took place. Although I'm sure you know that. Another thing, if you noticed a review on this story from me, well, it happened when my friend read my story and wanted to give a review on my computer and we forgot to log out,lol. Also thanks to my regulars: Oceanchick 94, Saegeous Capernaum, grape soda queen, pyro-pyrate, LostWitch5, and Silvia X. And thanks to my new readers: Alessariddle and JessieSparrow. Welcome aboard.

A gift most unwanted: Chapter five: freedom for one/ prison for another

Jessica awoke to the wonderful scent of breakfast. She almost moaned in exultation. She wondered if she was dreaming of her childhood, when she used to have all the food she wanted. She didn't want to open her eyes, afraid the dream would end. Finally she realized it was torturing her more, to smell the invisible food. She opened her eyes and realized she could still smell it. She also realized Jack was standing above her, grinning.

"Are you hungry luve?" he asked her

"Starved," she murmured. But before she could even sit up, Jack pushed her back.

"Then what's the weather going to be like?" he asked

She bit her lip. Already trying to bribe her. She told herself breakfast wasn't worth it. He wasn't going to share. He'd give her a piece of stale bread and expect her to be grateful, like her old captain. Making Jack's life miserable was better than that.

"I'm not going to tell you." she said

Jack shook his head. "I won't give you anything until you tell me."

"Then I'll die of starvation," she said through gritted teeth.

Jack looked at her so sadly. He stepped aside so she could see how much food was on his table.

"Shame really, I can't eat all that. Especially since you look as though you haven't had a decent meal in a while."

She groaned as she fell back against the pillows. Then he fixed a plate and came over to her, waving it under her nose.

"It smells good doesn't it luve? Hot too, best when it's hot." She made to take it, but he snatched it away. "What's the weather going to be like?"

She remained tight lipped and watched him eat. Listened to all the comments, about how good the food was. She had a terrible fear of being imprisoned and had, ever since she'd escaped from Dampier. She couldn't be shut in. She was quickly growing dizzy from hunger and lack of air.

"I need air." she cried to Jack

"What's the weather going to be like?" he asked

"Please, I have a fear of closed spaces, I need air. I'm going to be sick."

He passed her a bucket, "That wouldn't be smart luve, as you've barely got any food in you. But if you must, you must."

She looked at him in a sort of disbelief. "Why are you torturing me like this?"

Jack looked hurt. "Now darling, torture's a harsh word. I like to think of it as persuasion. I'm persuading you to tell me the weather and you just have to persuade me to feed you and give you a bit of air. So luve," he leaned forward, "persuade me."

If looks could kill, he'd be dead and the ship a smoldering mess on the ocean.

"I think you are the worst I've ever seen, Sparrow. At least my last captor never tried to lure me into a false sense of security with fake kindness."

"You've got it all wrong darling. I am being kind. I could easily use Dampier's method's to get the weather from you, But I won't. But you've got to remember darling, I am a pirate. When it benefits me to be kind, I will be kind. But when it benefits me to be a little harsh, I will do that as well. Also, DON'T CALL ME SPARROW. Either call me Jack, Captain, or Captain Sparrow, is that understood?"

She lay back against her pillows. "Where's my dress from last night? I want to get dressed."

"You have to persuade me for that too."

"I hate you!" she screamed, throwing her pillow at him

Jack ducked. "I'll buy you more dresses if you give me the weather. Please luve."

"No!"

Jack got up, taking the rest of the food with him. "I've got to go now luve, see you at dinner." He left.

Jessica pulled herself out of bed. She walked through her new prison. She tried the door, locked. She tried to open the porthole. Failed miserably of course. She began looking through his things, destroying them as well. She was trying to find some clothes, just to get him upset. He appeared to have hidden all his clothes, before she woke up that morning. Then she found a pistol and wondered if it was loaded. Probably not, but she kept it all the same. She stood up and surveyed her work, Jack would be furious.

"She's not complying, is she," Gibbs asked Jack when he saw the captain come out with a great deal of food.

"Not yet, but she will give in," Jack said pouring the food overboard. "Especially since she seems to have a bit of a fear of being locked up."

Gibbs grimaced, "Jack, I've been thinking."

"Not a good thing to do," Jack said thoughtfully

"Anyways, she's a woman."

"I'd call her a girl, but woman suffices."

"Well, it's bad luck to have a female on board. I think we should sell her and with the profits, buy a male with the craft."

"Gibbs, do you realize how rare it is they come up on the market? We'd most likely not find another one. Besides, you wouldn't say Elizabeth had been bad luck on this ship. Well, occasionally she was, a little hard on the rum, but overall, she was very good luck."

"I guess you're right, just a suggestion."

Jack felt as though he were living on a cloud that wonderful day. The girl was proving difficult, but would come around. He even felt she would come round to being his mistress. Plus she was young and gorgeous. It was now around noon, time for dinner. He brought the food in himself for once and was horrified when he entered his room.

"What the bloody hell have you done to my cabin?!" he cried out setting the food down

"Look what I've found." She said with an eerie childhood innocence as she held up a pistol.

Jack's mind was reeling, he had gone through everything, locking away all his pistols and swords. But he must have missed this one, although he had a feeling it wasn't loaded, still, he couldn't underestimate her.

She was grinning. "I need you to listen to me, I want you to drop your weapons, now!"

Jack calmly dropped his own pistol and sword. He couldn't risk shooting the weapon out of her hand.

"I want us to go and get in a long boat. You will give your men some excuse, and you are to take me to shore. Savvy?"

Jack nodded, trying to keep from grinning. All he had to do was call out one word and it wasn't one of help. He let her march them outside and called out, "Joshamee, I've got to take the girl to shore, mind the ship will you."

That was the codeword. If Jack ever called Gibbs by his first name it meant help. By the time Jack had gotten the sentence out, the rest of the men had snuck up on Jess and disarmed her, holding her captive. Jack tested the pistol, like he thought, it wasn't loaded.

"Take her to the brig," he told them calmly. She started screaming. After her screams had died away, he went into his cabin and retrieved his weapons he had dropped. Then he went down to the brig, to have a little talk.

Jessica screamed as they dragged her away. Not the brig, god help her no. She fell on her knees as they threw her in there. She began to breathe hard and fast. She was having horrid flashbacks. Cold, damp, hunger, fear, pain. She was already feeling the first four, she was scared the fifth was next.

"Stupid, stupid girl." she thought to herself, "It'll go hard on you now. "

She curled up in a ball and started screaming. She wished she could die now, they wouldn't let her get away with this. Suddenly over her own screams she heard a man yelling something.

"Could ye stop screaming, you're giving me a headache!"

She stopped and sat up and saw Jack standing in front of the bars. She backed away into the corner, staring at him intently.

He was grinning, "That was a very silly thing ye did darling."

"If you've come here for a reason, would you please do or say whatever it is." she said very quietly

He pulled out a chair, "You've been wanting to talk haven't you. Let's talk."

"Jack, you've got to let me go."

"Why, luve?"

"Because, you'll never get what you want. Jack, it's too late for me. I cannot be docile. I was docile and so I was hurt. I know I will be hurt this way, but at least maybe you'll give up or I'll die. Let me go."

He was staring at her. "Luve, see it my way. Imagine you go out and you buy a wonderful desk. The seller, not realizing it's worth, sells it to ye for a fifth of it's worth. But the desk asks you to let it go."

"You're comparing me to a desk?"

"No ordinary desk luve, a talking desk."

"It's still a desk, what, are you going to put all your papers and things on top of me?"

"I wasn't finished, luve. So the desk asks you to let it go, but, you need a desk. Plus, you'll be out the money, you paid on it, plus you guarantee that desk a really nice life. What do you do?"

"Simple, I let it go."

"That's just being unreasonable."

"You're the one comparing me with a desk!"

Jack took a deep breath. "My point is, letting you go is not practical. I want to be good to you, you just have to trust me. This ship, it's freedom."

She was fuming, "It's a prison!"

"Only because you make it so darling, it's freedom for one, prison for another. It doesn't have to be that way. Trust me."

She suddenly wanted to trust him. She wanted somebody who wouldn't beat her everyday, who would be kind to her. It had been so long. But she couldn't, could she?

He got up to leave, "Well, think about it luve, I'll check in on ye later."

Suddenly the panic came again. No, no!

"Wait!" she cried out

He stopped and stared at her.

She took a deep breath. "I'll tell you the weather, just let me out." She felt as though she was going to faint, her vision was clouding. He was opening her cell, she got up, but he wouldn't let her out.

"Weather first, then I'll let you out." he said

She panicked, she was so ill, she couldn't use her powers. "Jack, my powers, I need air. Then I promise I'll tell you."

"How do I know this isn't a trick, luve?" he said, but before she could give him an answer, she collapsed in his arms. She was very still, too still.

"Oh god," Jack murmured, "I've killed her."

Uh oh, has Jack messed up. Have I scared all my readers away? Only the shadow knows.