Good Sweet Lord ladies 'n gents! Fear not! I haven't dropped off the face of the Earth! Crikey I've been soooooo busy! Let's see, since last time; two dance comps, grade eleven, a new series of books that are dangerously addictive, a job choreographing swing at school, another story I've been writing, and oh, guess what? A new guy in my life! Blimey! I've been a busy girl! Anywho, I suppose you wanna read the damn chapter right?

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"What have I done?!" Molly sat straight up suddenly, ripping Jack's arms from around her. She nervously smoothed her hair down and looked at her wrist, sure enough the word Luxuria was scrawled neatly and cryptically on her wrist. She considered getting up and banging her head against the wall a few times out of exasperation, but decided against it when it hit her.

No pain.

No dreams.

No demons.

Only sheer delight from her time spent with Jack.

But why? There was a pattern developing but Molly still didn't quite understand it. She gazed at the still snoozing pirate beside her, he looked fearsome, smoldering and mysterious awake. But as he slept he was just Jack. Not a pirate, not a scallywag, not a gentleman of fortune or a man-on-the-run, not even a captain. He was just Jack Sparrow. And Molly Winters had fallen for him.

"It's not lust…" she whispered. "If I l-l-love him… it's not lust…" she had a bit of trouble getting the word 'love' out, but accepted it all the same. "Ha!" She leapt out of the bed and winced when the cold air hit her bare skin. "Take that Satan!" She thumbed her nose at an invisible foe underneath her. She danced around for a moment before stopping dead.

The ship wasn't moving.

She frowned and in a burst of fear and adrenaline she burst out of Jack's cabin and onto the deck full of his sailors.

"Gibbs!" She roared. "Gibbs!"

The sailor slid down rigging and leapt over crew to get to her, red faced and panting.

"Aye." He said, skidding to a stop in front of her, blank for a moment but then turning even more red than before when he saw the state of her.

Naked from head to toe, Molly stood on the breezy deck in front of the entire gaping crew, including the shocked faces of Will and Elizabeth. Norrington merely sneered.

"Well, well, isn't this surprising? It would seem Captain Jack Sparrow has bedded another unfortunate lass." Molly quickly wrapped her arms around herself and fixed her raptors-glare on Norrington.

"I would have thought you had more respect for yourself than that, Winters." He smirked.

"Hold your tongue jackass." She growled before turning to Gibbs. "What's happening?"

Gibbs cleared his throat and spoke, if a bit hoarsely, "We've run aground ma'am. I believe this be the island you be searching for."

Molly turned and couldn't believe she had missed the enormous rock structure jutting from behind the ship.

A huge mountain lined with green and trees cut the sky, and white sand beaches stretched along the edge of the sea. The island looked anything but hospitable, it showed no signs of civilization and looked utterly untouched by human hands. It didn't seem befitting for a god.

Molly sighed and turned back around when she realized the view she was giving the crew. She rolled her eyes.

"Come on you filthy dogs! I know my backside is charming but stop thinking about it and get onto that bloody island!" She grabbed Gibbs as everyone rushed about the deck. "Let no one touch anything lest I be damned to hell and you with me!" She released Gibbs and dashed into the cabin, fumbling with her clothes that were strewn along the floor until she found what she was looking for.

"Elizabeth!" she called, running back onto the deck.

Elizabeth turned from the rigging she had been tending; her left hand was placed over the bump on her stomach that was just starting to show. Molly got a strange feeling in her stomach at the sight, but ignored it.

"Take this." She breathed pushing Jack's compass into her hands. "Don't let Jack know you have it." She didn't wait for an answer before she turned and returned back to the cabin.

"Jack." She said, shaking him by the shoulder. "Jack, wake up!" He stirred and sat up in the bed, his sleepy eyes focusing on her still naked frame.

"Good morning" He purred, wrapping an arm around her legs and pulling her close.

"Jack, no. We have to leave!" She said, prying herself away and moving to get dressed.

"And go where? The bottom of the sea?" He pouted.

"No. That great dirty chunk of land we've run into, ninny!" she growled, pulling on a boot.

Jack shrugged. "Fine." Molly just nodded and was out of the cabin in a flash.

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Molly's boots hit the soft sand and her knees bent to absorb to drop from the Pearl. She felt so light inside.

Not lust. She thought happily as the sand shifted under her feet.

Not lust.

Love.

Lust.

Molly groaned loudly.

Can you not give me a moments peace or do you prefer to pop into my mind whenever you please?

What can I say, I like surprising you. Aquarius's silky and alluring voice slid through Molly's mind like velvet stroke the right way.

Well what do you want now?

Lust. Aquarius said plaintively.

Sorry, you're not my type.

Nor are you mine! I am saying that your sin of lust still counts.

No it doesn't! Molly stiffened. It was an act of love!

Not in the eyes of God. Aquarius said wisely. You and Jack aren't married.

Molly swore and kicked the sand. I hate you! She raged inwardly, wishing she could scream the words to the sky. I HATE YOU. You're utterly useless and have made things worse if anything! Why can't you help me? Why can't you give me the answers?!

Because that's not how these things work. If I were to give you all the answers and solve this problem for you, would you really have repented for your sins?

Molly was silent. She slumped into the sand, ignoring any questioning eyes that had seen her tearstained face. Nothing. You can give me nothing?

I have given you something…Aquarius said quietly, hopefully as an incentive to live down your sins and keep from committing more…

Molly's brow furrowed and she sat up straight, her hands falling into the fine sand.

And then she understood.