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Chapter six. Love and Need February, 1697

Jack had his arm around Kate, they were walking down Tortuga.

A red haired girl walked up to them. "Who's that?" She asked sharply. Kate pulled away from Jack, knowing he didn't want her to be around. "Scarlet!" He exclaimed. She slapped him with great strength. "I'm not sure I deserved that." He muttered. "Bitch." Kate said under her breath. She fell behind and let Jack walk on his own, as much as she didn't want to.

She did anything to try to please Jack. She hoped that by doing this, he would appreciate her for who she was, and he would start to love her back. She knew he didn't, as much as he told her he did.

Another blonde haired girl walked by. "Who's she?" She said, referring to Scarlet. "Giselle!" He exclaimed again. Kate's heart sank at how he sounded excited upon the sight of her, and the fact he knew so many girls. "What?" Jack asked. Giselle slapped him, even harder than Scarlet did. "I might have deserved that." He said.

Jack looked back at Kate. He sighed and went to slip an arm around her waist. "Come on, love. You know I only love you." He said smoothly. Kate smiled convincingly and nodded. "Of course, Jack. I'm just..." She sighed. "Jealous." She lied. Jack stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. "Don't be. You have no need to be." She nodded again, ignoring the slight throbbing pain in the bottom of her stomach.

"Let's get a room, Kate." He smirked at his inplication. "Since I turned down those pretty ladies..." Kate sighed and rolled her eyes. "All right. You know I don't... never mind." She stopped telling him what she wanted to say because she just wanted to give him what he wanted.

"Excellent." He smiled as he pulled her to the nearest hotel or diner that he could find. The dull knife went at her again, twisting against her stomach as it was brought out. He didn't even realize how hesitant she was. He didn't realize how much she yearned to please him. He didn't realize she only did this with him because she loved him.

He's using me, she realized.

But she still went when Jack pulled her into a room. She still kissed him back when he kissed her. She still did everything he wanted her to. She loved him. She still hoped that one day, he will realize that she had been there for him all along, that he will love her for who she is. She only dared hope.

Kate walked back onto the ship by herself. Jack had probably found himself another girl to mess with. Her heart felt like it was being burned. She gave it to Jack and she got it broken in return. It's Captain Jack Sparrow, Kate. What do you expect? She asked herself. She didn't even know why she used the nickname Jack made up for her. She sighed. I should never have fallen in love with Jack Sparrow.

It's too late to turn back, she thought. She was right. It was too late to turn back. She had already given everything she had to him. Her love, her words, her promise to everyone, her heart, her virtue and along with every physical thing she owned, including her body. She sat down on the railing and started to cry. She heard footsteps next to her. "Is it Jack?" Anamaria's voice said next to her. "I love him. I did everything for him. I wanted him to love me back, but what had he done for me? He doesn't love me back. He never did, he never will."

Anamaria sat down next to her. "Kate, you know, he will find out who's good for him and who's not." She told her assuringly. Kate shook her head. "He won't. He doesn't know how to love, Ana. He only wants sex. He doesn't understand that I don't wan to be only his wench. That's who I am to him, no matter how many times he lies through his teeth that I'm not. You an I both know this is true." She told Anamaria bitterly.

Anamaria couldn't say anything, because she knew what Kate said was true. She knew that both of them knew what Jack was. Kate stood up, brushing off her pants, she walked into the cabin. She collapsed into the bed, traced the Sparrow tattoo on the back of her shoulder, and fell asleep.