A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks so much for all of your reviews! Ok, so in this chapter, there's a foreshadowing for Sparrabeth. Whoever finds it gets a cookie! And now, on with Chapter 2!

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The clouded sky cast a pleasant atmosphere aboard the Pearl, seeing as it offered a break from the Caribbean sun's rays. Jack, however, resented the sun's absence for then he could not admire the angelic glow it presented upon the lovely creature that had stowed away on his ship. Two weeks now, since Giselle had come into his life and truthfully, he could not have been happier. She was a spitfire, that was for sure. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, at least not one who had such a kind, caring heart. It then occurred to him that he did not know much about her apart from the fact that her father was a merchant sailor and that she was eighteen years of age.

On that sunless day, he approached Giselle who, even while cleaning the dishes in the galley, looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing the dress he had given her. A very rare combination of silks and other equally valuable fabrics in a turquoise shade that complemented her skin tone and light eyes perfectly. It was just a little something he had acquired on one of his travels to the Far East. He leaned against a support beam and just watched her, small, elegant hands carefully drying the newly-cleaned plates. It was only when she was finished with her chore that she noticed Jack, watching her with that irresistible smirk.

"And how are ye, luv?" he asked, making eye contact.

"I'm fine now that those plates are clean. I mean, who ever knew pirates were such messy eaters?" she chuckled, her laughter bringing a smile to the captain's face.

He eyed her intently. "Well, my little dear, you're on your way to becoming one. Soon enough, you'll be one of us."

"Oh, I have no doubts about that, Jack." She said, tauntingly. "I'm sure you'll make a pirate out of me, yet."

Her lusciously red lips twisted into a smile and Jack made to sit at a table near the corner, beckoning her to join him, which she gladly acquiesced to.

"Tell me, Miss White." He began.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Tell you what?"

"Who are ye? I don't know anythin' about ye an' it's high time ye open up a bit, aye?" One look into his dark, kohl-lined eyes and she couldn't resist his request.

She pouted her lips and seemed to be deep in thought. She had never really given much thought as to who she was, or who she wanted to be, for that matter. She was just… Giselle. The blonde who lived in an average-sized home with her parents and two siblings. She never thought there was anything special about her. That is, until Jack Sparrow took an interest to her. It made her sure of who she wanted to be: Jack's.

"Well, there's not much to tell, really. I was born and raised in Nassau and only left the island once when I accompanied my father on one of his jobs. I loved the sea right away, found it dreadfully comforting and hated it when the trip was over." She frowned. "I must be boring you with all of this, please I'll just-"

"You're not boring me, luv." He placed his hand over hers. "Go on, then. I'm sure there's more to ye than that, or else ye wouldn't be here."

She smiled, relishing the feel of his hand on hers. "I'm not so interested in my past, Captain Sparrow. I'm more inclined to talk about my future."

"An' what do ye see in your future?" he asked, curiously.

She looked him dead in the eye. "I know what I want to see."

"So do I." he replied, catching a glimpse of the delightful relief that fluttered across her face.

Giselle leaned in, her eyes almost challenging him. "And what would that be?"

"A little light-haired pirate…" he sighed, "Who may just as well be the death of me." He said as he leaned in, closing the distance between them, capturing her sweet lips in an ardent kiss.

She quickly responded, eager to know more of him, to explore his mouth in its entirety. Both of them felt an electricity unlike any other. Jack was known for his womanizing ways but this girl… she brought something out in him and he wasn't sure he was ready for it. But he wouldn't shy away from it, either. He thought of the whole thing as an adventure of sorts with dangers he would be forced to brave if he was to reap the treasures that waited at the end. Just as he was corrupting her, she was corrupting him, making the pirate in him vulnerable and the man in him visible. Yes, she would be the death of him, he thought as she got up and seductively walked away. He knew where she was going and that he was meant to follow. And he would. In good time, he would.

Later that afternoon, Giselle was walking below deck, exploring the ship a little. She walked into one of the corridors and found a door that was partially open. That's strange. Jack likes to keep all these doors locked. She quietly walked closer to take a peek inside and realized that it was the rum cellar. She had just seen Jack at the helm so it couldn't have been him that opened it. All of a sudden, a scruffy, brown-bearded man emerged from the cellar looking as drunk as all get out and when he laid eyes on Giselle's more than shocked face, the innocent glare turned into a lustful leer. Being at sea usually meant no female company outside of port and for some men, it was just too much.

"Why, 'ello little lady. Care to 'elp a fellow out, eh?" he slurred drunkenly as he took hold of Giselle, pinning her against the wall.

Panic coursed through her and she wished more than anything that Jack would come and save her but he had no idea anything was going on. Before the man could kiss her, she let out a scream so loud, the Black Pearl almost seemed to have shaken a bit. Jack immediately arrived at the scene and looked Thomas in the eyes before shooting him in the head, his worthless body falling to the ground in a resounding thud.

Giselle's uneven sobs turned into full-fledged crying and she ran into Jack's arms, the one place she felt safe and secure.

"Shhh, luv. It's ok." He wrapped his arms around her and ran his hands up and down her back soothingly. "Nothing's goin' to happen to ye, my little snowflake. Don't you worry."

And she believed him. After finding someone to take care of the body, he escorted Giselle to her room that was adjoined to his. It was almost evening and he was almost positive that she was tired. But he wasn't prepared for what he heard next.

"I'm scared, Jack." She said through unshed tears. "If you hadn't shown up… I don't know what would've happened."

Jack hated to see her like this. He just wanted her to smile again. "I know, darling. But like I told ye, don't worry about anything. Captain Jack'll take care of you."

"Thank you." She whispered. "One more thing."

"Aye?" replied Jack.

"Could I… would you mind if I… would you stay with me?" she asked timidly.

He looked at her with adoring eyes and simply nodded his head.

She smiled.