Welcome Back, Jack Sparrow

Disclaimer: Captain Jack Sparrow is not mine sigh I can dream all I want though. That also sadly means the POTC1/2/3 aren't mine either. I do own the throw, folders, posters, actions figures, etc. though!

Again, and I cannot stress this enough, I abhor Mary-Sues and guarantee I will never intentionally create one. But if she seems to be taking on that appeal, let know, please.

Author's Note—a special thanks to Sayla Ragnarok. This is why I love reviewers. They are very encouraging and they help point out my mistakes. This particular reviewer asked me wouldn't Jack be sick due to his injuries? My answer is yes and I completely overlooked that small detail. Thanks for pointing that out to me.

I am going to incorporate by doing this. We are going to say that Jack, stubborn man that he is, has been feverish but refused to acknowledge it, much less tell someone and build on it from there. It seems much easier on everyone then backtracking the chapters and editing them for that particular detail.

Also, THANKS SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED!! hugs you guys are wonderful, especially you guys who have been there since chapter one! You are the best!

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Welcome Back, Jack Sparrow

The Sixth Installment

Place Given

"Yes, a tavern. But please, think nothing of it. After all it really is just a family business."

"And probably a means of financial stability to your family," Jack pointed out as he thought over the new found information. Family business meant he could get into more comfortable surroundings and the means to figure out his situation better. If he could learn more about this place save the coast's name he could figure out a way to get back where he needed to be…wherever that was.

That and maybe he would be able to sleep on something a bit softer then rocks and a thin blanket. The present combination did absolutely nothing for his body aches from the wounds not to mention the headaches. 'Good thing it's usually hot out here too or I might freezing,' he thought, seeing as he remained hot usually. Oddly enough he had expected the tides to chill the night but no such luck. 'Oh well, one thing to think on later,' he dismissed it easily enough. He had bigger fish to fry for now.

"Well yes, seeing as it is Papa's occupation then I suppose so." Tara answered, knowing there was no point denying anything after her first words and confirmation on the subject.

"How about that," He commented, meaning to get the idea into her head that he should be taken there instead of left on the beach, "though enough about it since you basically said you didn't want to get into it. Pleasant weather we're having isn't it?"

"Why yes, it happily warm in the day and cool at night. It makes living here livable actually."

"Because it's so terrible?"

"No, I just mean seeing as I have to go out everyday it is pleasant to have good weather and not freeze or burn up."

"Yeah, guess it would be though I have to disagree with one point. During the day, when stuck in one spot for long periods of time that is, it becomes kind of hot and a quick change at night…" He trailed off, shaking his beaded head. "Well, never mind that. What were you saying before?"

"Nothing really, I was just responding to your comment," she answered him, thinking over his words. "You injuries are making you uncomfortable I the elements then?"

"Don't worry over me lass. I'm a strong man and take care of meself. You've done so much I already. I would hate to trouble you more."

"Well, I mean, they need to get well. If they are worsening because of the sand or something…"

"But you'd have nothing to do with me or take me, as it were. The beach is fine and the shade helps a good bit. I'll be fine unless it rains and look at that," he said, using exaggerated motion of his hands to point into the horizon upon the sea. "Nothing but clear skies that way."

"Storms can come so suddenly."

"I've noticed. But like I said, it's clear now and maybe this clothe will keep me dry. If not I am in need of a bath."

"And you'll catch your death. Maybe I could, uhm…" She bit her lip, hesitant of her next words. Did she really want to promise this man a place at her father's tavern? Of course there were a few rooms upstairs as it was not uncommon for paying customers to stay the night, but still…

"Could what then?" Jack asked her in a bored tone as though not expecting any kind of offer from her.

"I don't suppose you have any money on you, Mr. Smith?"

"I was a drowning man. What need had I of a purse to weight me down?"

"Of course. How foolish I am to have assumed anything else. You must just be happy to be alive and here, not even a fortnight yet, and I am giving you pains over this. It's just that I was thinking perhaps you could stay at my father's tavern for a short while." She was about to add more when he interrupted her.

"What a grand idea. That way I could mend there and not be in your way. My but you are a clever girl," He smiled, her name escaping him at the moment. 'Sarah, Kera…something. Oh well' he mentally shrugged

What mattered now was he got what he wanted.

Author's Note: And chapter 6 as promised, on time and everything! Lol.

Somehow I'm a little disappointed in this chapter. Anyone else feel that it wasn't as good? Or perhaps that's just me.

Also, if you are interested, please take a look at my other fic One Last Night – it's a fic about Will's reaction to Elizabeth at the end of DMC. So far it is a W/E pairing though what will happen is going to happen and even I don't know yet. I just sit down to type and what ends up on the page is the result, same as here.

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