Chapter two, I promise it will be longer. The last one was just the prologue sooooo it was supposed to be short-ish. Read and Review or I'll poke you sharply with my novelty drink-sword. I really should be doing homework or cleaning my room. But I'm done school and I need a day to relax and unwind, SEE YA LATER WEEBLE THE SCIENCE WITCH.

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Molly sat up and rubbed her eyes, her dirty blonde hair was still damp and was obviously untamable at the moment. Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember exactly what happened…

The room rocked and Molly was tossed out of the comfortable feather bed she had been lying on.

"Apparently I'm on a boat…" She groaned and stood up, catching her balance.

"Evidently."

Molly swore she jumped three feet in the air, she turned around to face the speaker. "Blimey!"

A man stood in the doorway, he had a dark Caribbean tan and dreadlocked hair with various beaded things dangling from it, his warm brown eyes where intensified by the dark kohl smudged around them. He swayed a little as he stood and Molly could tell it wasn't because of the rocking boat.

"Where am I?" Molly demanded.

"I would hardly say you're in the position to be making demands miss."

"I beg to differ." Molly replied, reaching for her pistol only to find it was gone, along with her sword and her dagger, and her hat. "Who are you?" She glared at the stranger.

"Captain Jack Sparrow." He said, he had a rough, gritty, slightly slurred voice. "Wot's your name?"

Molly hesitated, but finally spoke, deciding she had nothing to lose. "Captain Molly Winters."

"Where's your ship?" Sparrow smirked.

Molly glowered at him from across the room and crossed her arms over her chest, she didn't like how Sparrows eyes wandered shamelessly across her toned frame. "It's… around…Somewhere." She wasn't about to admit she had been marooned.

"Misplaced it?" Jack said airily, raising his eyebrows. He was very expressive when he spoke, his entire body moved, and his hands flailed. "Has it fallen between the cracks?" He added and Molly saw him staring at her cleavage, increased due to the crossing of her arms.

"Keep your eyes up, thank you." She barked.

"I think I know exactly what happened to you Molly." Jack said knowingly.

"Oh really?" Molly snorted.

"You were on your way on another merry little quest for plunder when some slimy git on your ship thought you ought to be knocked off your little golden pedestal am I right? Then they plunked you in a boat and sent you off to Davy Jones locker am I right?"

"Y-yes…" Molly stammered. "How did you know?"

"Been there done that love." He said easily. "You're just lucky we were around to save you." He said it casually and it really bothered Molly, he turned and started walking away.

"Wait a minute you!" Molly snarled, starting after Captain Sparrow. "Rescued me?" She breathed angrily after she had caught up with him just before the stairs.

Jack Sparrow regarded her with bored eyes, his eyebrows raised and his expression amused.

"Yes."

He turned around and stalked up the stairs.

Molly followed him.

"You didn't save me! If I had been left I'm sure I would have gotten out of the mess somehow! You and your bloody crew came along playing hero and ruined my plan!"

"What plan missy?" Jack turned around. "To get yourself drowned? If anything you should be thanking me."

"Pirate." Molly said simply.

"By thanking I didn't mean the typical verbal context of the word." Jack smirked.

Molly gaped. Aghast at the fearless innuendo.

"Listen Sparrow. You ain't getting so much as a kiss. Savvy? I don't thank anyone."

"Oh bugger… I got one of the chaste ones." Jack mumbled to himself.

Molly narrowed her eyes as Jack leant against the railing. She came very close to shoving him into the water but thought better of it.

"You think you're so bloody amazing." She whispered.

He looked at her, his one eyebrow quirked, his expression amused.

"Am I not?"

"No. You're not. You just like to think you are. I can tell what you're thinking mate, you rescued the damsel in distress and now she's going to fall deeply in love. Not this time Captain Sparrow. I am not a mediocre pirate. I am Captain Molly Winters, captain of the Cirrus, I'm ten times the pirate you'll ever be." She hissed, she stood close to Jack so she was right in his face.

"But I still rescued you." He pointed out. His rum scented breath hitting Molly's face.

"That counts for nothing." Molly argued.

"You don't give up do you Molly?"

"Captain Winters." She said through clenched teeth.

"You didn't answer me question."

"Maybe I'm disinclined." She said airily, her drying hair whipping around her face. She leant against the railing, looking out on the sea. "No, I don't give up. Ever. You didn't rescue me. If you hadn't come along I-"

"Would be somewhere's along the the bottom of the ocean." Sparrow said. "Miss Winters…"

"Captain."

The corners of Jacks lips twitched at the remark but he kept speaking. "We are twenty five leagues out to sea. If Anamaria hadn't spotted you, you would surely be dead. Do I make myself clear?"

"What's there to be clear about Sparrow?"

"Captain."

The quip made Molly look absolutely furious.

"I would have been perfectly alright… I've had my share of near deaths before and it takes more than a little chilly water to…"

Jack wasn't listening to the arrogant captain rant anymore, when Anamaria informed him she was in the water… Well… She had certainly passed his criteria. She was indeed attractive, her pouty crimson lips screamed 'kiss me' and her low cut blouse with billowing sleeves and shirt-tails that went to the middle of her ribcage showed off a sculpted body and dangerously low slung pants that didn't leave much to the imagination. Her green eyes looked like the calm sea Jack had seen so many times and her attitude like the wrath of the water he had experienced just as often… Jack noticed a large scar across her back when she was carried off the deck upon her arrival. A minor imperfection to an un-naturally beautiful woman…

"… Did you hear me Sparrow?" Molly's voice interrupted his musings.

"Eh?"

"I said, There is no other person alive who's a better pirate than I."

Jack silently mouthed the word 'Oh' before looking back into Molly's eyes. They were silent for a moment but then Jack spoke. "It's remarkable how quickly a woman can get annoying."

"Mark my words Jack Sparrow. It's unwise to cross me."

"Considering that it's my ship we're on I'd wager it's you that ought to be wary of crossing me. Savvy?" Jack started walking to the helm.

"What ship are we on exactly?" Asked Molly, jogging to keep up with Sparrow, who couldn't seem to walk in a straight line.

Jack stopped walking and turned around looking truly scandalized.

"The Black Pearl, lass." He said huskily, his mad eyes sweeping the ship.

"This is the Black Pearl? I've heard stories…"

"Yes. I'm certain you have." Jack said. "Oi! Anamaria! Cotton!" He looked back at Molly. "I'm sure you'll find the brig legendary."

A tall dark woman that Molly recognized as the one who pointed her out in the water was suddenly by her side, along with an older man with graying hair and beard with a bright parrot on his shoulder.

"What?" Molly gasped, looking frantically to Jack. "You can't do this!"

"I've got vocal cords, a heartbeat and natural born leadership love…I don't see why not. Throw her in the brig you scallywags! We'll see if imprisonment will un-swell that ego of yours…" Just before Molly was dragged off, Jack leant down and whispered in her ear. "Here's your hat."

The worn leather item was thrust into her hand.

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One bad stroke after another… Molly thought dully as she sat in the damp cell. It was almost cruel how there were only a few feet and some metal bars separating her from her effects, which she could see plainly, hanging on the wall.

She had been locked in the prison for two days now, she could tell because she had either watched the sun go up or come down through a tiny hole in the side of the ship. She had no food or drink save for the maggoty piece of bread and dry wine she was given the previous evening.

Jack Sparrow was obviously a man who liked to think he was right… All the time. And when he didn't get his way…Bam. Into the brig.

"Molly?"

Molly sat up to see Jack at her cell, his grimy hands wrapped around the bars, she glowered at him.

"It's Captain Winters or Miss Winters." She said coolly.

"Aye… So there's no…Mister Molly Winters eh?" He said, looking thoughtful.

"No. And you haven't got a chance, so don't think about it."

"You remind me of someone I used to know."

"Did you annoy this person endlessly too?"

Jack shrugged. "Possibly, I like to think the opposite though. She was a nice enough girl… Married a great man." Jack looked around shiftily before whispering. "Eunuch."

Molly suppressed a giggle.

"She taught me a really lovely song. I taught it to the whole crew! Shame though… Things could never work out between us…"

"Why?"

"Might have had something to do with me trying to trade her un-requited love in exchange for me ship… but then bloody Will had to go and mess everything up…"

Molly looked unfazed. "Why am I not surprised?"

Jack pushed himself away from the bars, no longer looking pensive.

"Well Miss Winters. The way I see it, we can sit here till the end of time bickering about who did what and who saved who. But I've got villages to sack and rum to drink so we can't have you wasting my valuable time now can we? So, you have the option to swallow your pride 'n admit I was right and I'll set you free so as you can roam about me ship. Or you can stay in the brig and rot."

"No." Molly said.

"No?" Jack frowned.

"No." Molly repeated.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No- I mean yes!" Jack faltered and Molly leant back against the wall with a satisfied smirk.

Jack drew an intake of breath and stood up straight. "Alright. Last chance, or I'm throwin' you back in the sea."

Maybe I should just swallow my pride… He doesn't seem that bad of a bloke and things were looking pretty bleak…

"Alright Sparrow. You let me out of this bloody cell and I will accompany you, if only for a short time. I have… business to attend to."

"We have an accord?"

"Aye." Molly grinned. "Now get me out of here!"

Jack smirked his own lopsided grin and unlocked the cell, he flung open the heavy door and Molly walked out stretching.

"Seven deadly sins Captain Sparrow… You ever heard of them?" She said conversationally, getting her sword and other items.

"No." He said honestly. "I haven't"

Molly just kept smiling as she moved towards him, stopping so they were practically nose to nose.

"I don't swallow my pride." She said playfully. She looked into his eyes and smirked for a moment before brushing past him and going up the stairs to the deck.