Second chappie! Thanks for my 1 review, oh I feel the love!

Disclaimer: Don't own much of anything related to POTC apart from my sordid little fantasies.!

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Alex rolled her eyes and pushed away from him and surveyed her surroundings properly the wood was dark not back but a deeply stained wood, the windows that surrounded the end of the cabin were painted with black and encrusted with salt on the outside, overall it was inside and out a very pirate-like ship.

"I think I know how we can fix this."

She said almost applauding her own brilliance. The Captain who'd begun rummaging through a chest of draws looked up gave her the once over and went back to whatever he was looking for.

"How's that luv?"

She rolled her eyes at his accent and began correcting him, "I am not your love, my name is Al-"

"I 'eard you luv, yer Alexandra Linnet, well Alexandra Sparrow now,"

She stared at his form, a moment ago he was ranting about their predicament and now he seemed to be accepting it with a large amount of nonchalance.

"Hold on one moment there Captain!"

He immediately turned and gave her a smile that would have made her knee's wobble if she hadn't been so determined and annoyed.

"Who ever said that I was taking your last name as mine when we got married?"

He moved closer and threw some clothes to her which she caught unthinkingly. "Ye don't think I'll be takin' yours do ye luv? Captain Jack Linnet? I sound like a bloomin' ponce, or worse an English officer."

Alex couldn't argue with that, it did sound ridiculous. Shaking her head she changed the subject or rather moved back to the subject of which she was first on.

"We've only been married overnight; we can go back to the celebrant or whatever and have the marriage annulled."

Jack looked at her his brown eyes calculating her words. "But to annul a marriage…"

"We haven't consummated this union, Captain, nor are we going to any time soon. Annulment is a valid way to do it," She meant to continue on but he began shaking his head.

"Never let it be said that Captain Jack Sparrow never consummated a union with a pretty lass. I'm a man of me word and I'm quite sure I promised ye that we'd consummate this union as ye said."

Oh, Alex thought, he is quite smooth at this.

"Then I'll divorce you." She replied shrugging and trying as hard as she could ignore the lingering idea's about 'consummating' with him.

"Sorry luv, that can't happen either."

Alex was close to yelling at him he'd made it clear that he didn't want to be married and yet now, try as she might he wouldn't agree to get out of the marriage.

"Why? Pray tell Captain, why can't we divorce?"

He smiled his gold teeth twinkling in the light of the cabin.

"Simple lass, I'm a catholic, and we were married by a catholic reverend."

"And Catholic's don't believe in divorce." He nodded. "But you're a pirate." He shrugged at her argument; apparently he was a god-fearing pirate.

Alex wrung her hands wanted them to be around his neck, "For a man who doesn't want to be married your not exactly helping me find a way out of this."

She stared at him as he moved towards her tool box and nudged it,

"This yours luv?"

Alex nodded, "Yeah, there my knives, now will you help me figure out how to fix this."

The captain shrugged in response picking up her box and shaking it looking at the lock for a few seconds. Sighing Alex put the clothes he'd thrown to her on a nearby chain and took the box off him.

"Focus! I feel like I'm trying to talk to a three year old with ADHD, how the fuck do I get out of this marriage with Hoochie the camp pirate captain from Planet Rummy?"

Jack stopped all movement and stared at her quirking an eyebrow, "Come again, luv?"

Alex sighed and clutched the box to herself.

"I'm not making any sense because I'm deficient in sugar."

He nodded and began towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going?! You can't just walk out we have to figure out how I can get out of this marriage."

He paused and spun on his heel, smiling. "Thought I'd go down to the Galley and find ye an apple, it might fix this sugar deficiency ye mentioned. Anything te stop ye calling me Hoochie again."

Alex smiled and tilted her head assessing the captain as he located a shirt and pulled it on, up until them Alex had been in too much of a state to realise he'd only been half dressed. "I won't call you Hoochie again if you stop calling me love."

He smiled and shook his head. "Not a chance, luv, besides it's what every married pirate captain calls his wife."

She glared at him as he opened the door and headed out, "I'm not your wife!" She yelled after him, only meeting a closing door for her worries.

Jack came back to the cabin after about thirty minutes that gave him enough time to explain the circumstances to Mr. Gibbs and Anna-marie. It also allowed him a few seconds to go to the galley and grab an apple for his sugar deficient bride.

"Ye decent, luv?"

He asked walking in without waiting for an answer; he looked across to see her in the clothes he'd thrown to her.

Alex was now garbed in a pair of black breeches that stopped just under her knee, wearing any sort of shoes with then was impossible, especially with her wardrobe, or lack thereof. She'd taken off her white butcher's shirt but had left her black singlet underneath which was easily seen through the white shirt, the vest, which she'd found in a chest of draws scrunched up hiding several item's of jewellery.

"Food," Was all Alex said when she saw him, he threw her the apple and she bit into it without delay.

"Well, ye seem to have settled in."

He commented, his room had been tidied up a bit, her strange looking box sat in the middle of his small dining table looking like an odd looking centrepiece, Jack moved across the room and once again picked it up.

"Will you stop that? I just found my key for it."

Lucky for Alex she'd stuffed her house key's complete with the one for the padlock on her knife box in her pocket. Moving over to him she put the box down unlocked and opened it.

"What did ye do before ye married me, luv?"

"Alex, Captain Sparrow, Alex." She retorted as she picked up various knives and set them down on the table.

Now being a butcher of chef allows you access to a wide range of knives, varying in size, shape flexibility etcetera, but Alex's had expanded, she owned a dagger or two and a few knives she could place in her clothing, or secure a sheath underneath her favourite boots and know she'd have some protection out clubbing.

"I was a butcher, but I generally just like knives."

Saying this she pulled out her flick knife and smiled.

"Nice te know ye can handle yerself, luv."

He smiled stepping back and taking a seat in an empty chair.

"I noticed we're on a boat,"

"Ship," He corrected, "my ship, the Black Pearl."

Alex saw the sparkle of joy in his eyes and couldn't help but smile.

"Yes well, if you're a captain as you say don't you have captain-y things to do, Stand on the top deck and look important, pour over maps, tap your compass, anything."

"I'm talkin' with me wife aren't I? Isn't that duty enough?" She threw a shoe at him.

"Whether I enjoy this title of being your wife or not, you call me a duty again and I'll carve you wings for heaven all over your back."

She smiled and began looking through the box for the delicate knife used for de-boning fish and chicken, now that would work well for such work.

He raised hands in mock defeat grinning and coming closer being wary of the knives. "Ye've made yer point, luv."

Alex lifted the thin flexible knife up and pointed it at him, "Ah, Alex, ye've made yer point, Alex."

She nodded and jumped up off the bed putting the knives back in the box. "If I can remember your name, Captain, then you can remember mine."

He smiled and began to stalk her, his eyes suddenly smoky with want. "How do I know that ye know my name? All ye do is call me Captain, aside from the fact that yer the only one who remembers that I am in fact a captain, ye've never called me by me name."

She shrugged and moved back away from him making sure she still had a blade on her, better the weapon you knew than the devil you didn't.

"There hasn't really been an occasion that called for me to called you 'Jack', has there?"

He smiled at how she said his name, slow, soft and precise. "I like the way you say it, Alex, luv."

She swallowed and nodded, was it suddenly very hot in here or was it just Jack's sudden burst of testosterone? "Good, Jack, good to know but now I need to know something."

Alex moved back until she found herself against a wall, Jack finding his opening moved to cover her body with his own trapping her in with an arm on either side of his body.

"I'm not a duty now am I?"

He chuckled at her voice soft and breathless; Jack lowered her head so he could plant soft kisses along her law and neck causing his beard to tickle her.

"Ah, Jack… Jack?"

"Mmm?"

She put her hands on his chest to try and push him away, it wasn't working. "Captain Sparrow!"

"I like Jack better," he murmured as he continued his exploration of her neck.

"I need to know something!" Jack wasn't listening and Alex knew it, good thing she had a high tolerance to these things, 'no' being her favourite word.

"Ask away, luv."

"Where's the privy?" Alex could almost feel the heady desire fly right out the window; the love god had flown with the mention of a toilet.

"Excuse me luv?"

"The privy, you did leave before I knew where everything was."

He ran a hand down his face rubbing his beard absently, pointing to the small door close to his bed. "Right over there, Alex luv, help yerself."

Nodding Alex ducked under his arms and made her way across the room.

"Jack?"

He looked up again eyes almost excited as he heard her croon his name like that, "yes luv?"

"You won't consummate this union so easily."

With that she closed the door and Jack banged his head on the wall, why did he have to get stuck with an alluring amazon temptress for a wife? It was cruel and dangerous for a man like himself especially since she'd just proclaimed her 'virtue' a challenge to be taken. It might take him weeks to do it, but eventually Captain Jack Sparrow was going to consummate this union and then he'd do it again and maybe again after that to make sure it was properly consummated.