Hey guys! Thanks so much for 50 reviews! I've decided from now on, I shall respond to my previous chapter reviewers at the beginning of each new chapter. This way just seems better to me.

Chapter 11 reviewers:

Lady Kiara Skywalker: Aww don't despise him deary. Just remember everything good ol' Jack does he always does for a reason! He's great like that.

Second Star to the Left: Thank you! And actually, I'm pretty sure it's nothing like the third movie, but I don't really know since I haven't seen it. Haha.

captain.J.sparrow: I know right? That was so naughty of Jack. shakes finger at him

CaptainOfTheBlackPearl: Thank you very much! Will try my best!

Scarlett Burns: Thank you so so much for the reviews you've left! I try to keep Jack as in character as possible, which is definately hard sometimes. He's definatly a unique guy ain't he? lol. Yes let's all pray for Angie, I feel for the poor girl. But it had to be done. Like you said, Jack just isn't Jack without his precious Pearl. Haha.

Psyconorikan: Thank so much Psy! Love ya!

Chapter 12: A Thunderstorm and a Quarrel

Night had finally come. Michelle wiped another tear from her eye. Three hours had passed since Angie was taken away, three hours since her and Jack had even looked at one another. She was utterly disgusted with the man.

She sat alone in solitude and confusion in the small, partially lit cabin. It was uncomfortable and cold in the room but she didn't really notice it at all. All she could think about was her friend.

The rain outside pattering violently against the ship was the only noise she could hear. Another fit of tears consumed her, what was she doing here?

'Why am I here? Why did I decide to come? This is all wrong... Angie.. I'm so sorry.. I'm so sorry I ever brought him home that night.. I can't believe I was actually beginning to think that Jack cared about-' Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly by the incoming of the man she had despised more than anyone at the moment.

He was drenched from the rain. She looked him in the eye for a moment and then turned away, "What do you want.." She said, hugging her knees to her chest.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out. He knew anything he said wouldn't sound sincere to her at this moment. Jack had thought about it though, the entire three hours he'd thought about nothing but what he'd done.

Even though what he did had seemed wrong at the moment, he knew it was the best option he had at the time. If Jack hadn't agreed to his terms, Davy very well could have taken them all as prisoners on his ship if he'd wanted to. After all, Davy Jones was a man of his word. Jack knew he wouldn't harm Angie, and it'd only be for two or three days at the most and then she'd back. Safe and sound.

He finally gathered enough courage to speak, "Love if I may-"

"Don't call me that." She hissed sharply.

He raised an eyebrow and nodded, "Michelle, if I may be so bold as to offer my professional opinion." He started, taking his hat off and appraoching her cautiously.

"Yes by all means, I'd love to hear Jack Sparrow's professional opinion." She said sarcastically, her eyes following him as he moved closer.

He stopped when he got close enough to the bench she was nested on, "May I?" He asked before sitting.

"Go ahead, sure wish you would've asked me that one in regards to giving Davy Jones my best friend." She said, noticing his change of expression.

He sat down finally and turned to her, "I really think you've taken this the wrong way love."

Michelle just stared at him as if he were stupid, "You gave Angie to captain Jones in exchange for a ship!"

"That's not entirely true. I didn't give Angie to him. She's going to be on that ship until I get his heart back, which won't be more than three days."

"Yea, and how are you so sure that he'll even give her back?"

"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have done it. I asked Davy before I agreed if he'd harm her. He said no. Jones may be a scary squid-like speciman but I can assure you he doesn't go back on his word."

"Well what if we can't get the heart back? What if Beckett does something to it?" She asked frantically.

Jack was at a loss of words, he didn't think of that ever happening. That wouldn't happen though right? He was Jack Sparrow. Anything he desired, he always ended up getting. One way or another.

"Michelle, once again you're forgetting who I am. I can promise you we'll get it back. Angie will be fine, and in three days, everyone will be happy."

She was silent. Maybe he was right? It wasn't in Michelle's nature to give people the benefit of the doubt. It couldn't be helped though, she was a pessimist not an optimist. After the things she went through in her life, she just couldn't help it.

Things looked bleak and she didn't know what to think anymore. She was so confused. As much as she wanted to trust this man, she wasn't sure if she could do so anymore.

"Have I ever given you reason not to trust me before?" Jack asked finally, after not recieving a reply.

"Well no, but then again I've only known you for a little over a week." She pointed out.

"This is true. If I remember correctly you were quite scared of me when we first met aye?" Jack asked. She raised an eyebrow, remembering that night. What a random question.

"Yes, I was very scared." She admitted. He nodded and tugged lightly at one of the braids of his beard, "Ah, I see. And why was that?"

"Well because you're Jack Sparrow... Everyone's heard the stories. I guess I just... didn't really have a reason other than the stories.." She replied sheepishly.

"Stories are just that love. Stories. I know you've been through alot in your life, but you're going to have to trust someone eventually. The only way to make a man trustworthy is to trust him."

"Ok... I admit you're right about that, but what does this have to do with anything? What does this have to do with Angie?"

"Nothing really actually, it was just a question."

Michelle sighed at his response, "The fact is you still traded Angie for a ship Jack."

"You know Michelle the one thing I cannot stand about you is how you always make rash assumptions." Jack said, quite seriously.

His change of tone had surprised her, she stood up angrily from where she sat, "Rash what? How in the world is this an assumption! What other reason could there possibly be for what you did?"

Jack stood as well, causing her to back into the wall behind her, "Oh I'm sorry Michelle. Did you want to be part of Davy Jones' crew for a hundred years?"

"Of course not! What are you talking about?"

"Listen to me! If I hadn't have complied with Jones' request, all three of us could have very well been stuck on that ship for a hundred years! Instead of just one of us for three short days! Now, I don't know which one sounds better to you, but I think I'll stick with the second option." Jack said, Michelle had never seen him so angry before. She looked away from him, somewhat ashamed.

She hadn't thought of that at all. It was true though... she remembered the story he'd told her about making a deal with Davy to give him ninety-nine souls in exchange for his. The captain of the Flying Dutchman could have easily taken all three of them since he never completed the deal. The rain outside got lighter. It was almost as if the skies had calmed down along with their moods.

"Oh..." Was all she could say. Suddenly she felt awful for that smack she landed on him earlier.

The two eyed eachother silently. Michelle moved a loose strand of hair from her face and decided to speak, "I... I'm sorry Jack.. You're right. I assumed... I hadn't thought of that at all.. I'm sorry."

Jack picked his hat up, "It's fine love. Let's just get some sleep for now. The storm's calmed down a bit, it's probably going to come back in a few hours and I'll have to be up to make sure we aren't off course." He said, leaving the room.

Michelle nodded and followed him out of the small room.

"Jack wait!" She shouted, stopping him in his tracks. He turned on his heel and waited for her to speak.

"I was just wondering about those ninety-nine souls. Where exactly are you going to get them?" She asked.

"Do you remember that story I told you about the cannibals who made me their cheif?"

"You mean the cannibals who made you their cheif but ended up almost eating you? Funny story. Yea I remember."

"Well it wasn't funny at the time. Anyway, that's where I'm going to get my ninety-nine souls."

"Good idea, I'd of never thought of that." She said, recalling the strange story and giggling to herself. The two continued their walk to the main cabin and stopped at the entrance, both of them realizing the same thing.

"Umm... who's sleeping where exactly?" She asked.

Jack turned to her with a grin, "I was hoping we could just sleep concertedly." She hated when he tried to use big words to confuse her. Where the heck did he learn these things anyway?

"Con...what... edly?"

"Together."

"Together?"

"Together!"

"Absolutely not! Do you know how wrong that is Jack?" She exclaimed, walking into the room and plopping onto the bed.

"There's nothing wrong with it love. I promise I won't try anything. Sleeping together won't necessarily mean... that. It'll just mean sleep. Unless you want it to mean that." Jack said, trying his best to convince her to let him stay.

"No way! That's absurd Jack. Not to mention wrong. Totally out of the question."

"What's wrong with just sleeping?" Then something occured to Jack that he never realized before. He beamed at her, "Oh I get it. You're still a virgin aren't you?"

"What? I can assure you that is definately none of your business!" She shouted, turning red and looking away from him. His smile widened, "Alright love you win. I'll sleep down below then." He knew the subject was obviously making her uncomfortable and didn't want to drag it on. Though he had to admit, the realization did surprise him.

He arched an eyebrow. Wait, why did it surprise him? She wasn't one of the whores he'd known from Tortuga. He guessed he just wasn't used to being around a woman who wasn't a harlot.

"Jack wait! What do you mean down below?" She asked.

"You know, down below. Where the crew members would sleep, if there was a crew that is."

"You mean down there on those sheets tied to poles with no blankets?" She asked, wide-eyed.

"Yep." He nodded with a smile. It's not like he'd mind at all. After all, he's slept in much worse conditions.

"Get in here before I change my mind damn it." Michelle said, guilt running through her. There was no way she could just let him sleep down there when it was so cold.

Jack stared in confusion. He didn't know what he did to get her to say that but he wasn't going to argue. She sighed as she watched him stroll back into the room and set his hat down.

Slowly she got under the covers, her eyes not leaving him. There wasn't much light in the room. Surprisingly though, the clouds of the storm had parted enough to allow some moonlight. Jack removed his coat and boots, then made himself comfortable in the bed, making sure to stay on top of the covers.

Michelle raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you going to cover up?"

"No."

"Why? It's freezing."

"Simply because I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He replied, closing his eyes.

She just stared blankly at him. That action alone was the sweetest and most considerate thing a man had ever done for her. Without hesitation she moved her head up and touched her lips to his cheek. His eyes shot open in surprise.

"I take back what I said earlier Jack. You are a good man."

"All evidence to the contrary."

She just smiled and closed her eyes, "Good night Jack."

A few more moments went by before he finally closed his eyes as well, he knew he'd have to be up soon to check on the ship, "G'night love."

Oh snap, this chapter is longer than I thought it'd be! Please review! Shall respond to ya'll on next chapter. Thanks for reading.