Author's note: Well, I'm so so so sorry once again. Clearly it wasn't two days, rather four. Two plus two. SORRY. BUT BUT BUT. This is a quite... enjoyable chapter. ;)

Enjoy... I know you will. I got shivers writing this.

At the Point of his Compass

Chapter Four

Finally back upon the familiar structure of the Pearl, I was at the helm, watching Jack carefully. He's not said a word to me nor looked at me. I ignored Elizabeth's pleas to listen to her. She gave up, retreating alone under the ships deck.

"Trim the sail!"

"Trim that sail!"

"Slack windward brace and sheer!"

"Slack windward brace and sheer!"

"Haul the pennant line!"

"Haul the pennant line!"

"What arrr ye doin'?"

"What are you doing?"

"No, what arrr ye doin'?"

"No, what are you doing?"

"What ARRR ye doin'?"

"What are you doin? Captain gives orders on the ship."

"The captain of the ship is giving orders."

"My ship, makes me captain."

"They be my charts!"

"That makes you… 'chartman'!"

Pintel came up to the two and yelled out, "STOW IT. THE BOTH OF YOU. THAT'S AN ORDER, UNDERSTAND?"

Jack and Barbossa stared at Pintel, daring him with their eyes to try to argue with the two captain again.

"Sorry. I just thought with the captain issue in doubt, I'd throw in my name for consideration… Sorry."

The two said nothing, but rather wrestled with each other to make way up the stairs and to the wheel first.

I felt Jack settle beside me, his arm barely brushing my own. Yet that slight contact made my heart race. This is the closest I've been with him since I watched him die. Why isn't he doing anything.

I felt his gaze linger on me for a second and before I could meet his eyes, he grinned at Barbossa, wielding a telescope out at the distance.

Jack suddenly grabbed me by the hand, and he swiftly lead me to the cabin quarters. He tugged us inside, turned out, and shut the door closed behind me swiftly, resting one hand on either side of my head, not moving.

We remained silent, unmoving for a long time, frozen in that position.

Second were ticking away, as the muffled sounds of the crew could be heard outside.

"D'you miss me?"

I straightened up immediately, taken slightly aback. Before I could get a word out, his lips crashed onto mine. I gasped into the kiss and he groaned out, his arms wrapping around my waist, pushing my body against his.

I wrapped my arms around him, melting against his touch. His hands drifted down further, grabbing my bottom and pressing our hips closer together, making sure I could feel him.

Raising me off the floor, I wrapped my legs around his torso, and he made his lust-driven way to the bed, tossing us in a mess of sheets. He pinned my wrists above me with one hand, while his mouth trailed from my lips down to my neck. He chose a spot right above my collarbone, working to leave his mark. His other hand trailed down my stomach, to the front of his breeches, quickly undoing them.

He pushed my thighs apart, and delved into me. I gasped out, and wrapped my legs around his hips once more. Releasing my hands, he pushed into me again. He held my hips firmly in place, increasing speed. He heavily kissed me, our breaths short.

Burying my face into the crook of his neck, I shut my eyes, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pressing us together more. Passion consumed us, and I found myself getting lost once again in desire and his smoldering eyes.

His chest pressed against my back, his hand trailed up and down on my side.

"I missed you," he whispered.

I closed my eyes momentarily before asking, "What was death like?"

"Technically, I wasn't dead. I was punished."

Anger flamed in me as I remember how he landed in such a place. I could feel his eyes, studying me, "You should forgive her; I did."

I bit my bottom lip and turned onto my back, looking up at him, "No."

He grinned and kissed me ardently and then said, "You never answered, did you miss me?"

"Not at all."

He pouted, amused at my answer, suddenly pushed himself on top of me, with an evil smile in his eyes, "Really now?"

I grinned, "Nope."

"Say yes, or else, you're going to be tickled."

"No," I laughed out.

"Oh, you're in for it now," He teased by tickling my neck softly and pinning my wrists down.

I burst out into a silly fit of giggles, and repeated, "No."

Raising his eyebrows at me, "I'm wounded," and kissed the corner of my mouth.

I frowned at him and mumbled out, "Fine, fine, I did. Alright?"

Smirking at me, he cocked his head to the side, "Not, not alright. You lied. Now you shall be punished."

I mocked him by grandly gasping and wriggling against his grip, "Punished you say? How so?"

Drawing closer to me, our noses touching, he looked sternly at me, gently bumped our foreheads together and muttered out, "I have my creative ways," then pressed his lips against mine, down my neck and toward my breasts.

Heheheheh. Did you like it? I know some of you have been wanting some steamier scenes, which I had promised.