Thanks so much for your comments!! I was worried the story was too silly (of course, I know it is silly, but I thought it was way too silly ;)

I think Jeanette is naturally shy, she's also new to the "job", but, of course, what makes her so nervous is Captain Jack himself ;)

I wrote a bit more, I hope you like it!

This is just plain stupid of me. I am the first to say so. I cannot be in love, I cannot possibly be in love with a man I've only seen once in my life.

I spent the next couple of months changing moods from joy to sadness and from silly happiness to tears. No man can top Jack Sparrow, no man I've met is like Jack Sparrow. I think of him all the time. And, even when I try not to, his name is kind of following me.

The girls talk a lot about him. It seems that Scarlett, and not Giselle, is his 'official' girlfriend. Scarlett and Giselle are, not friends of course, but they have started to hang out together since last time Jack Sparrow was here and all they do is talking about him. I hear he's funny and clever, he values his freedom more than anything and he's..., uhm, he knows how to satisfy a girl. That's when they start to giggle. But usually they speak rather bad of him. They say he's dirty and smelly and he has a really bad breath... Strange, I didn't noticed when he was talking to me... And I've learnt to take it for given that most men, especially men of the sea, are not likely to be very clean.

I try to persuade myself to get over it. I probably won't see him again. Even if he comes to Tortuga again, I have no chance with him, not since the two most beautiful girls of the island are crazy about him. Not since I've been so stupid around him.

One day... I am at the port, with some sailors, I have had a good amount of ale and I'm drunk and happy, well, not happy, but on a strangely optimistic mood. The sailors are all cute and funny, I know they pay well and I feel so satisfied and carefree. We are walking up and down the streets, signing and laughing and drinking, shouting at each other and laughing at the crowd around us. One of them is trying to persuade me to join him in a room, I play hard to get. I'm happy, I'm having fun. And, simultaneously, I feel impatient, like if I were expecting for something to happen.

And then, I see him! Among the crowd, having a lively conversation with Scarlett, not far from where I am standing. I am startled, looking at him as if he was a ghost. Suddenly, Scarlet slaps him and walks away. I escape from the sailor's hug and run to him. What for? I don't know. I am so drunk and I feel so self confident.

- Cap'n! Captain Sparrow!

Drunk men are pushing me around, I'll never be able to reach him. But... he heard me. He's now in front of me.

- Looking for me, missy?

I blush. He notices and smiles.

- Err...

- You look familiar, luv. Have I already had the pleasure of making your acquaintance?

- Well... kind of... you see...

- Yes, sweetheart?, he says, a mischievous look in these brown eyes of his.

- Last time you were here, Cap'n. I invited you for a drink, you said you had to go. My invitation still stands, Captain Sparrow.

He grins again and places a finger on my arm. God, he is so cute!

- What's your name, if I may ask?

- Jeanette, Captain.

- Jeanette! Jeanette, of course. The girl at the port!

He locks eyes with me and does an abstract gesture with his hands, while his face takes a serious, almost solemn expression.

- I am terribly sorry, dear, but unfortunately an obligation that cannot be put off is stopping me from the joy of having a drink with you. Tomorrow, maybe? And of course, the drink is on me.

I am sober, suddenly, all my self-confidence has evaporated.

- Tomorrow?, I whisper.

- Aye, tomorrow!, he says, a half-smirk playing on his lips. Look for me after sunset, in front of the Pearl, at the port, or in the tavern.

He disappears before I can answer. The sailors find me again, grab me and make me follow them. We argue a bit, then one of them takes me in the tavern, says he'll look for a room. I wait, somewhat agitated. I take a look around. And... buggar... There he is. Jack Sparrow, hugging Giselle. I look at him, confused and hurt. And... oh no... He notices me. He grins and waves to me. Then the sailor comes back.

- Take me out of here, please, I tell him, trying to control my heartbeat.