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Author's Note: Hello! I have been gone for so long…(sobs) Jeez Louise. It's been ages. Really. Thank you so much to all who kept reviewing and hoping that I haven't died and have tried to revive me and my writing. School has been super busy, but alas, it shall be ending soon and I hope to get back to my old self as well as get my groove back. Give it back to me, STELLAAAA!

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"The Black Pearl likes ye. Always has. I could feel it right when I caught you aboard. And I think She'd agree with me when I say I think you and I have a little unfinished business to attend to, savvy?"

June's eyes almost rolled into the back of her head. She felt an enormous expanse of heat envelop her skin and cause certain parts of her to tingle, much like her jaw would from a very smart punch.

Those darn things were always something she seemed to experience. Not the sexual tingles, but the unfortunate, painful ones. This one was nice though, she had to admit.

"Jaaaack…" she sighed real deep. Only after the fact she melted back against the hard contours of his body and breathed out his name like a lover did June slap a hand over her mouth.

"That's it, pet," he said gruffly, guiding her pelvis against his like they were doing a slow, sensual tango, "I want to hear me name on your lips all night." Jack buried his face into her long black locks and breathed in, taking in her scent in almost a desperate fashion, wanting to feel and experience more of her in that one moment.

For a few seconds, June felt odd. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Even as she was turned clockwise and his lips found hers with soft need, she realized this wasn't how she had pictured the whole thing at all. Not that she was a dirty little bugger and she had thought about a wild romp with Jack for weeks on end, but she had expected intimacy with him to be not so…intimate.

June had imagined it would be viewed almost as a conquest for both of them. Taking and giving, giving and taking with fierce dominance and fast-paced action. The way scoundrels and knaves usually did this sort of thing; void of tenderness and straight to business. At least that's what she had experienced before. Jack had kissed her with a cut-to-the-chase attitude all those times before, and now it was slow. Soft. Passionate.

It scared the devil out of her.

"You seem to have forgotten something," she whispered gently, guiding his lips from her neck back to her face and kissing him feverishly.

"What's tha'?"

"I'm June Oleander."

"I know who ye are, luv. I'm not drunk…right now," he teased. June grabbed him by the overcoat and pressed him solidly to her, taking his words right into her lovely mouth. Jack groaned then, hoisting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. "Jesus Christ…" he gasped as she began doing well versed, rhythmical things with her hips, "You have got a lot o' explaining to do, young lady."

"I'm no fucking lady, Captain. Ye know that," she winked as he began backing them both into his cabin.

"You will be in a minute." And then they vanished into the darkness with a kick of Jack's foot against the door.


Sure, perhaps it was a cliché for Anastasia to feel as if she were seeing fireworks, but goodness, she had been waiting for this moment for quite a long time. She began to think it wasn't going to come, actually. William Turner was a hard man to crack.

Will Turner broke away gently as if not to frighten her.

After a couple of moments, Ana opened her eyes, trying to get rid of the ridiculous stupor she suddenly found herself in. No one spoke for what seemed like an eternity.

"Will?"

"I shouldn't have done that," he whispered apologetically, "Forgive me."

"I refuse."

"Why?" He raised his eyebrows.

"It…it was nice. I refuse to forgive you, William." Ana's cheeks flushed a certain pink while he stared at the floor in embarrassment. Another stretch of silence followed. They both reluctantly sat down across from each other in a couple chairs.

"I…haven't been entirely honest with you," Ana suddenly blurted out, wringing her hands in her skirts nervously.

Will placed his hand over hers, stilling them and casually tracing small circles on her palm with his finger. "Oh really?"

"There's been something I've been thinking about…emotional-wise, for quite a long time. And I don't know how to act or how to get the point across…I am extremely bad at this…" she stammered with a hiccup of a laugh.

"We've been friends for a while, Anastasia. You can tell me anything you want to," he coaxed, "I won't look at you any differently."

"Yes you will," she responded miserably, "Of course you will. It's about you."

"Me?" his eyes visibly widened.

"Yes. I like you a lot, Will…"

"I'm glad you do."

"No, I mean…quite a lot." She stared at him.

He suddenly blinked in realization. "Ohhh…"

"Yes. I think I'm in love with you, Will. Ever since you first stepped foot into the tavern."

"Ana…" he said pleadingly, "Don't do this…"

"Do what?" she cried, "I cannot help the way I feel about you, damnit!"

"I…" Will placed his face in his hands and sucked in a slow breath. "You are a wonderful woman, Anastasia. You know I think this about you. I am quite fond of your company. But love…" he shook his head, "I cannot…"

"Not after Elizabeth, is that it?"

He stared up at her with a pained look and said in a begging tone, "I simply cannot. You've known this! Why must you continuously bring her up? I cannot fall in love. Not now."

"Then when, Will?" Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes, "You're going to end up dying a lonely and bitter old man. You must allow yourself what you deserve." She stood up. "I am sick of this. I get this every time I try to break through that emotional wall of yours."

"It is none of your damn business!" he shouted.

"I'm glad I told you, you big fool," she shouted defiantly back, "Now you shall know what opportunity you have missed. Have a pleasant evening, Mr. Turner. Enjoy moping."

"I may be a big fool, but then you are a bigger one than I. You love someone who will never love you back," Will said in a cruel tone.

She froze, her hand still on the doorknob. And her heart broke into a million pieces.

Through a haze of tears, she marched up to him and smacked him full in the face. He grabbed her as she whispered I hate you over and over, struggling against him. Her breath came out in short, broken sobs and she finally stilled as he held her to him, softly stroking her hair and her back, whispering soothing things into her ear.

"I am so sorry…" he whispered, "I didn't mean that. I didn't mean to be cruel. It will be all right, Ana…everything will be all right…"

Even as she sought the comfort of being in his arms, she knew that nothing would be all right. Not after that night.


The gentle rocking of the ship almost lulled June back to sleep, but she was mesmerized as she watched Jack, clad in only his trousers, at his desk looking over his maps and marking coordinates.

The lack of crew provided a certain quietness she wasn't used to, a sense of privacy that no one would vanquish for the time being. The smell of Jack and sweat lingered on the soft sheets caressing her bare body. The small yawn escaping her lips caused Jack to look up suddenly, grinning when his eyes rested on her face.

"Are you feelin' alright, Oleander?" he asked, his voice containing a teasing lilt, "I'm sure you're not used to such vigorous activities…"

"I wasn't the one who could barely keep up, Sparrow," June murmured sleepily, holding the sheets to her chest as she sat up and toyed with the unruly black curls framing her face, "Someone almost lagged behind…"

"Surely you do not mean me."

"I really don't think I could mean anyone else…unless there was someone else in the bed wit' us."

"Kinky," Jack said mischievously. He paused over his maps and then with his palm, pushed them over to the side and blew out the candle. Looking up again, he asked, "Did someone have a good time?"

She shrugged her tanned shoulders, glancing out the window innocently.

He swaggered over to her and leaned in close, his mouth inches from hers. "I know I did. We should do it again sometime, luv."

"Like now?" she teased.

He kissed her then, long and slow. "Perhaps." He leaned her back on the pillows and pinned her as she grinned foolishly up at him.

"I must admit…" he nipped at her jaw, "I was quite impressed wit' your skills. At first I thought you were a dirty liar when it came to your experience, but now I see…" he nuzzled the side of her face, "…that I should trust ye."

She opened her mouth to supply a witty retort, but he just cut her off with more kisses.

"And when I noticed that fine tattoo of yours, you had me swoonin', luv…"

June laughed and hit him in the arm. "That's not funny. I was drunk, had impaired judgment, and just the simple fact that Devon is a bitch…"

Jack slid off the covers and by this time was re-familiarizing himself with her curves. He traced a finger over her 'Jack' tattoo and his grin widened. "I love it, me dove."

"Don't you 'dove' me, Jack," she said with a roll of her eyes, stretching lithely, "I'm not one o' your doves."

"Fair enough."

She giggled when he ran his hand over a particularly ticklish spot. "Jack?"

"Yes?"

"Let's keep this our little secret."

He stared at her then, flabbergasted. "Did big-mouth June Oleander just say she wanted to keep a secret?"

"I know ye would want this to be kept a secret, Sparrow. Don't cover that little fact up."

"Fine. I suppose you're right." He sighed, running a hand over his goatee thoughtfully. "Not that I'm ashamed of it o' anything, I just wouldn't want the crew going crazy over this. Ye know we would never hear the end o' it…"

"So lips are zipped?" June asked.

He nodded, running a finger down her shoulder to her navel. "Let's seal this deal, shall we?" and Jack was successful in wrestling her under the covers.


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