Disclaimer: Sadly, I must say that all characters and objects pertaining to the movie Pirates of the Caribbean are property of Disney and not my own. Even though I would love to own Jack Sparrow, sadly I don't. All other characters and objects are of my own creation.

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Chapter 8

"You didn't ask!"

Rachel wiped the sweat off her face, creating an even worse dirt smudge across her forehead. They had been working on her new home for nearly two weeks and the remodeling was nearly done. The crew had allowed her to help with the remodeling up until the the past week. Her mood had unwillingly turned sour and to keep objects and themselves out of harms way, the crew encouraged her to pick out her room and gave her what ever she needed to clean it up. She was furious with Jack for not coming back or even returning to the Pearl the whole time and jealous thoughts had unwillingly flooded her mind.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph child.. Did you do this all on your own?" Rachel jerked around to see Mr. Gibbs standing in the door way, an impressed look on his face. The room had a fresh coat of paint and furniture she and Gibbs had purchased cluttered one side of the massive room.

"Of course I did. Didn't you see it when the furniture was being brought up?"

"Nope. My orders were to take you shopping for the things ye be needin' and have them brought back." Rachel smiled in appreciation for the man's help.

"Thank you for that too. I was just hoping Jack would have done that himself but ugh he's infuriating..." she said, throwing out more debris into the pile the crew started in the garden.

"I wouldn't go blamin' him for somethin' when ye don't know the whole story, lass." Gibbs warned. "He had to take care of somethings so ye'd be safer here."

"Oh I have no doubt. I'm sure around a whole port of drunken pirates, he's found some really trust worthy sober men to care for me." Rachel scoffed, throwing another board over the balcony. Gibbs chuckled at the obvious irony she had pointed out.

"Bloody hell you mangy, good fer nothing buffoon! Watch where yer throwin" Rachel and Gibbs rushed to the balcony to see Jack, sitting on the ground cursing as he rubbed his head from where the board hit him.

"Thats what you bloody deserve for leaving me here with no one to talk to but drunken pirates with whores on their minds!" Rachel shouted down to him. She and Gibbs could barely control themselves from laughing as Jack stood yelling and hollering every curse he could think of until he looked up and saw Rachel and Gibbs.

"What in the... Rachel McKree, get yer ass down here, you wicked wench!" He demanded as he searched for his hat. Rachel darted for the door and down the back stairs into the kitchen, stopping at the back door. "I can't believe after all I been doin' fer ya, you go and start throwin' boards out the bloody window at me." Jack exclaimed, waving his hands about. Rachel raised an eyebrow curiously.

"And what exactly have you been doing all this time, Jack Sparrow?" Jack looked up at her from the bottom step of the newly added back porch and grinned.

"Rachel, I would like ter introduce you to Henry Morgan. He is the Lieutenant Governor of Jamaica and an old friend of mine." As if on cue, a tall well dressed man stepped into view.

Rachel was completely stunned. Before her stood one of the most feared pirates in the Caribbean. She desperately tried to maintain her composure and clung to the fact that she had to play the roll of a 17th century woman.

"How do you do, sir?" she asked politely, stepping aside so the two could enter. Henry Morgan nodded and followed Jack into the kitchen, accepting a bottle of rum Jack had snatched off the new table.

"So Ms. McKree. Jack tells me you were marooned on an island. How did that happen exactly?" Rachel looked at Jack who gave her a reassuring nod.

"I was on my way to Port Royal from Boston to look for employment. I don't know what happened really. When I woke up, I was on board Captain Sparrow's ship." she had hoped that her half truth would satisfy Morgan's curiosity as it had Jack's crew. He smiled and drank deeply from his rum.

"I'm sorry for your misfortune, Ms. McKree. Jack has informed me that you wish to live here in Tortuga and he has expressed some concern for your safety." Rachel shot a glare at Jack for the obviously blatant lie he told, quickly masking it with a smile again.

"Yes. Jack was so kind as to tell me of the dangers of living here with the recent developments aboard the Pearl and we both felt that a watchful set of eyes wouldn't hurt." Jack grinned at her performance. "But I wouldn't want to inconvenience you. Being the Lieutenant Governor must be terribly time consuming." Morgan chuckled at her attempt to conceal her anger with Jack. He knew the whole story, at least what Jack had told him, but he had promised Jack to act the fool.

"Its never an inconvenience to help a lovely woman as yourself. I'll have my two best men watching your home from a distance. I have left instructions with Jack as to how you may contact me if you need anything." Rachel forced another smile as Henry Morgan stood and said his goodbyes.

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"Jack Sparrow don't you dare." Rachel pushed him away as he tried to wrap his arms around her waist. "You kissed me then didn't show up until today and then you flat out lied and forced me into... Ugh how dare you!" she huffed.

"I had unexpected business in Port Royal and I did what I had to do. If you can't appreciate that then yer the one with the problem, not me."

"Jack, I'm not a woman of this time. I was born in a time when women are not property but beings equal to men, who have the same rights and freedoms they do. I want to decide what I am to do and not be ordered about with no explanation as to why." Rachel sighed and turned to look out over her balcony. Her head told her to fight Jack and do as she wanted to do but for some reason her heart told her to trust him and do as she was told.

"Henry Morgan is a good man. You can trust him to keep you safe until I come back." Jack tried to explain to her. She shook her head and turned back to face him.

"I know who Henry Morgan is Jack. He is known to history as one of the most brutal and fierce pirates of this age. The King had knighted him and turned him privateer to wipe out the pirates in the Caribbean and he was good at it. Thats how he became Lieutenant Governor." She rambled.

Jack grinned, almost forgetting that the woman before him knew all about the pirates of his time and even those who were yet to be conceived

"I just wished you had asked me before doing any of this." he approached her again and stood only a few inches from her, taking a lock of hair that hung over her face and tucked it behind her ear. His fingers lingered, slowly trailing down her neck and along her necklace till he reached the neck of her shirt.

"Would you have done it if I had?" Rachel smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, staring into his eyes.

"Jack, all you have to do is ask and I'll do about anything you wish." Jack pulled her closer to him, a wicked grin on his lips.

"Then let me kiss you." smiling, Rachel brushed her lips against his then pulled back and pushed him out the door and closed it before Jack could protest. "Wha..! Rachel! Thats not..! Don't do that!" Rachel laughed through the door.

"You didn't ask!"

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AN: Haha! Evil, I know! But you gotta admit it. We women love to keep our men on our feet and having Jack Sparrow as a man would be so much fun to tease! Lol And if any of you need further explanation, Henry Morgan is the actual Henry Morgan from the 17th century. He was known as one of the most brutal pirates but after being made privateer by the King and later made Lt. Governor of Jamaica, he helped bring Port Royal and Jamaica into a boom of economic wealth and security until his death. I am having to take just a few liberties with him but I'm sure none of you would mind, right:P ok.. you know the drill ladies! Thankies