A/N: Yea, I said it ended. Well, I've changed me mind, savvy? There is no sequel (yet). Our lovely tale of love -and Captain Jack- will continue in the Caribbean. (Speciffically Tortuga for now.) I hope you all enjoy the story as you once did. Enjoy the spray of the sea and the smell of the salt as your captain does.

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Captain invisiblemirage

It has been one month since that fateful day.

It was that day that had changed your life forever.

It was the day you woke up married to Captain Jack Sparrow.

You had gotten pretty used to living on the ocean by now. You rarely got lost finding your way around the Pearl, and you had come to find a friend in Jack, not just a true love.

Right now, though, was a different story.

Jack had been off raiding ships for awhile, and although you had grown rich with all the money and jewelry a woman such as yourself could ever want, you missed him.

"Let me go with you!" You say to him. "I'm sick of staying on the ship all the time."

"No. I can't let you get hurt and risk you hurting yourself or losing your mind again. I won't have it. Women were not meant to be pirates."

"Really." You give him a look. "What about AnaMaria? That Elizabeth Swann you mention from time to time? Anne Bonny? Mary Read?"

"They are exceptions."

You feel hurt beyond belief. You had no idea Jack could be such a sexist!

"Jerk." you mutter under your breath, turning on your heel.

He catches you by the arm. "Wait. I promise, I'll let you come along later. Another time, perhaps. But not this time. Savvy?"

You nod, knowing you were beaten.

Or were you?

You walk back to the Captain's Quarters, the room Jack and you now share. Throwing open your wardrobe doors, you pull out a few articles of clothing you have kept secret from Jack.

A tan man's shirt, blue breeches and black boots. A knife, a black pistol and a sword. A black belt and bandanna to match. These are the clothes you will wear, you decide. "I'm going to that island."

Fully dressed in your new attire, (You call it Pirate Chic) you swing off the boat to find the crew. You see a sign. "Welcome to Tortuga", it reads.

You try to recall what you know about this place. Your knowledge amounts to about. . . nothing.

Walking into a bar, you spot Jack sipping rum with Mr. Gibbs, Mr. Cotten, and a man you don't recognize.

You slip to a table near them, close enough to hear every word. At least, you would be if this tavern wasn't in Tortuga. The noise of the bar fights and shouts interfered with your ability to hear anything.

You roll your eyes and slam your head on the table, exasperated.

"Have a head ache now, mate?"

That voice. . .It sounds so familiar, yet so alien. . .

"Look at me,"

You look up. There in front of you stands a man with long black hair and soft brown eyes. Your heart beats madly in your chest. It's Jack.

"Having troubles with your woman, mate?" he asks you, obviously thinking you are a man.

"Uh, no, Not exactly. . .I"

He smiles. Your heart goes crazy. You think you might have a heart attack. You desperately don't want him to know it's you. You force your self to stay outwardly calm as he sits down across from you.

"What about you? A man such as yourself must have a very fine wench all to yourself." you ask him, knowing for certain he'd never know it was you speaking.

"I do. . .oh, I do. She went a bit mad a few weeks back, but then she got better and we got married for the second time."

"I believe she's very happy. . .but she must miss you a bit, since you are away so much. . ."

"Yes. . .how did you know that? No matter," Jack straightened himself. "I'm going back to my ship to see her. It was nice talking to you, lad." He stood and walked away, telling his crew it was time to go.

A sudden realization grips your mind:

You have to beat him back!

A/N: Sorry it's so short! I'll update soon, I promise!