Be warned of mature content. Uhh... no graphic, promise.

Chapter five. Katherine White, Helen and Zachary White February, 1697

2 Years later

They were standing in line. Captain Sparrow needed a crew. "Feast your eyes, Captain. All of them, faithful hands before the mast, every man worth his salt. And crazy to boot." Gibbs told Jack.

"So this is your able-bodied crew?" A man who had medium length sandy hair said. "You, sailor!" Jack said, pointing to a man. "Cotton, sir." Gibbs answered. "Mr. Cotton ? do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?" He asked. There was no answer from him. "Mr. Cotton!" He snapped. "Answer, man!"

"He's a mute, sir. Poor devil had his tongue cut out, so he trained the parrot to talk for him. No one's yet figured how." Gibbs said. Jack made a face as Mr. Cotton stuck out his stub of a tongue. "Mr. Cotton 's... parrot. Same question."

"Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails!" The parrot 'said'.

"Mostly, we figure, that means yes." Gibbs informed Jack. "O'course it does." He turned to the man. "Satisfied?" The man looked at him curiously. "Well, you've proved they're mad." A voice called loudly, "And what's the benefit for us?" It was a strong feminine voice. Jack slowly walked over to her and took off the large hat covering her face. "Anamaria." He smiled nervously.

She slapped him across the face rather hardly and his face turned over to the other side. "I suppose you didn't deserve that one either." The man said, his tone full of sarcasm. "No, that one I deserved." He answered.

"You stole my boat!" She yelled in a high-pitched voice.

"Actually-" He got cut off as she slapped him again. The person next to Anamaria winced. "Borrowed. Borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing it back to you." Jack retorted. "But you didn't!" She yelled again.

"You'll get another one." He assured her.

They quarrelled over it a bit and then they finally agreed on the ship. "Anchors aweigh!" Jack shouted. "Jack. Sparrow. Captain." A voice said. It came from the one who was next to Anamaria. Jack turned to the person. "Aye?"

"Shouldn't you check all the crew members first?" Jack thought for a moment. "No." He made to walk away. "Don't you recognize me?" She asked, a hint of amusement in her voice. Jack frowned and looked at her. "No, sorry, lass. You are quite the scene though." He smirked at her. She laughed without humor. "Dear captain, let's all stop pretending. 'Don't remember me. Or... do.' Familiar with you?" She asked. Jack remembered, and gulped. He shook his head. "Nope."

He turned to walk away. "Zachary White, Captain. Helen." He turned and frowned at her. She rolled her eyes. "I went by Zachary White, Helen. And Katherine White." Jack Sparrow sighed. There was no way he could deny this now. He walked towards her. He leaned in close to her. "What do you seek?" He smiled. Katherine smiled back to him. "Revenge. One for attempting to kill me. The other for my family. As soon as I figure out my feelings for you." She whispered next to his ear.

He smirked and leaned away. "You may join the crew... love." He finished as he walked back to his stolen ship, praising himself silently for the getting the girl. Katherine followed Anamaria into the ship. "So ye be Helen." She said. Katherine nodded. "Yes." She replied.

"I knew you were someone else." Anamaria said as she smiled and patted her shoulder. Katherine flashed back a brief smile and walked away. Jack Sparrow pulled her arm. She turned to him. "Yes?" She asked. He smiled and backed her against the walls off the cabin."You do not think you would pay for what you tried to do?" He asked. "You tried to kill me, I tried to kill you. We're square." She told him. He flashed her a sly smile. "My life is more important than yours, love."

Her eyes narrowed. "Or is it?" She challanged. "Of course." He replied smoothly as he backed away from her. "Then what do you want?" She asked, knowing clearly what he wanted. He smirked. "You know." He stated as he reached for her cheek. She wanted to move away but she didn't. She knew this would happen if he really wanted to try. And she knew he really wanted to try.

He planted a kiss on her lips and pushed her on the bed. She tried not to show her fear as he walked on towards her. He leaned in to kiss her fully and she kissed back, him being the one she loved. He reached for her clothes and undid buttons in a proffessional way, seeing that he had done this a lot of times already. His hands roamed over her body, wanting more of this as she trembled under him. He was too busy to noticed this.

"Jack..." She whispered. He put a hand over her mouth. She looked up at him, unable to express anything with her features. He took off his own clothing and started kissing her again.

She stifled a cry as he went into her. His hands locked her wrist into place. "Relax, love." He assured quietly. She bit her lip to keep herself from screaming out as he continued his action. She had to wait untill he was done. But at the same time, she couldn't deny that she wanted this too. As he finished up, they went quiet.

"You got what you wanted, now we're square." She said quietly, breaking the silence and reaching for her clothes. She slipped them on and Jack watched her, he had finished putting on his clothes a while ago. "You're pure...?" He asked. She turned back and smiled sadly. "Not anymore, captain." She answered, turning and walking out through the door. He watched her go again. Great, Jack, just great. You've just taken a girl's virtue. And now you're feeling guilty for it. You're Captain Jack Sparrow, mate! He thought.

"Kate, love." Jack said, an arm slipping around her shoulder. She looked to the left at him. She tried to force a smile. "Captain Jack." She answered. He leaned in next to her. "What's with the formality, love?" He breathed. She laughed without humour. "We never was on a first name basis." He raised his eyebrows, amused. "Shall we start now, Kate love?" He asked her. She didn't answer at first. "Treat me right and we should." She answered.

He reached over to lift her chin in his hand. He kissed her on the lips softly. "Maybe we should... Jack." She whispered.