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A/N: Hey…what's up?

Nothing much here. Thank you all so much for the 'huzzah' reviews. I'm back in BUSINESS! Woohoo! And apparently so is June and Jack. winks Let's get back to the story, shall we?


Jack leaned against the helm, taking in the calming sight of the endless horizon. He took pleasure in being on the ocean again, on the move. The wind was picking up and clouds were ominously rolling in, but he didn't mind. He always loved the smell of the ocean before a storm: refreshing, new, reborn. But now wasn't the time for him to become a philosophical pansy. He had orders to deliver.

"Gibbs!" he barked, "Get the crew ready and take down the sails." He looked pointedly up at the darkening sky to emphasize his order.

"Aye," Gibbs said gruffly, "It's goin' to be a nasty one, I can tell."

Jack glanced around the deck, making mental notes of everyone's activities. But he noticed he was a couple crewmembers short. "Gibbs?"

"Yes, Jack?" The older man raised his furry eyebrows.

"Where be the gels?"

Gibbs stared at him questioningly.

"Oleander and Walker…" he sighed in exasperation, his arms flinging about, "Where the hell are they? They aren't provided passage on me Pearl for free, you know."

Gibbs set his mouth in a firm line. "Apparently ye haven't heard the gossip flyin' around."

His grip on the helm tightened as Jack suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Did they know about June?

"What is this about gossip, Gibbs?"

"You weren't there," Gibbs said in a hushed voice, "Last night, while the crew was having a good ol' time with some o' your best alcohols, a few of us overheard a heated argument between Mister Turner and the young miss."

"Anastasia?"

"Aye."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Bloody Christ…it never ends. I'm sure I'll hear all about it from the eunuch later."

Gibbs sighed. "And I'm sure Miss Ana is pourin' out her soul to Oleander as we speak."


Ana sniffed and dabbed at her blotchy eyes with a handkerchief June had long since produced from her front pocket.

"That's it dearie," June said quietly while patting the young woman's back, "Let it out. Men are bastards. Repeat it with me now. C'mon. Take a deep breath and say 'Men are bastards!' with defiance and courage!"

"No…" Ana sniffled.

"C'mon…do it for me?" June pouted.

Ana hiccupped and laid the handkerchief in her lap. "M-m-men are bastards."

"There! Don't ye feel better?" June grinned.

Ana smiled a little half-smile. "A little." She rolled over on her side on the cot, her skirts swishing with her movements. "I just don't know how William can be so cruel at times…"

June 'hmm'ed thoughtfully while playing with a few wisps of Ana's hair. "He's just scared. A lovely thing like you has got his brain as well as…ahem…other things…working. He doesn't want to admit he's interested and he doesn't want to admit he's scared."

Ana said regretfully, "I should have never told him. Stop trying to make me feel better, June. Just by the sound of his voice…I know he isn't interested. He hates me now."

"Give it time." June placed a kiss on Ana's forehead just as the door slammed open.

Jack stood in the doorway, a large grin on his face. "What did I miss?" he asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows at the sight of June's kiss. He slowly crept into the room as the two women frowned at him. "Pretend as if I'm not even here," he whispered dramatically, sitting in the nearest chair, "Continue."

"Sod off, Jack," June replied with a roll of her eyes, "Ana's just havin' a bit o' trouble right now, that's all. I'm tryin' to help."

"That's right. Help." He emphasized the word with silly quotations of his fingers. "C'mon then…keep helping her, you naughty vixen."

Anastasia wrinkled her brow in disgust. "Jack, what a vile thing to say!"

"Remember Ana…" June said with a serious stare, "Remember what I told you. Men are bastards."

"Surely not all men," Jack protested, crossing his legs in a feminine matter, "I'm a gentleman."

"Ha." June smirked, "In what universe is that?"

"Mock me all you like, Oleander," he said with a glare, "But it seems to me that someone is down here discussin' girly things while she should be on deck helpin' prepare for the oncoming storm."

"I'll come up in a bloody minute."

"No, I need you up there now," he retorted.

"But…"

"N-o-w. That means now."

"It's that time o' the month, isn't it, Captain?" she muttered under her breath while shoving on her hat and grabbing her things.

Ana giggled at the comment and stared at a rather annoyed Jack, who stood up and pointed a finger in June's face, much to her surprise.

"Remember what we discussed, Oleander," he hissed, "It is MY ship, MY orders, savvy? Now move your arse above deck."

June smiled sweetly and didn't budge. "Ask me nicely," she breathed seductively, stretching against the doorframe.

Jack took one look at her before grabbing her by the waist and hoisting her over his shoulder, carrying her towards the door.

"We'll talk later, Ana!" June yawned, waving at her before she disappeared around the corner.

Instead of carrying her up the stairs, June realized he was heading towards the storage closet. He set her down in the shadows and said without so much as a smile, "Last night doesn't exempt you from your duties."

"I know that, Jack," she said with a grin, "But next time, could you be a bit softer? I'm still sore!"

Jack murmured into her ear, "I was soft the first time, love. All those other times, you deserved it."

She raised her eyebrows. "Why the hell did I deserve it?"

He tilted his head to one side and stared down at her, keeping her hips aligned with his with his hands, "You've been teasin' me since day one. It was only right and proper that I got me revenge." Jack grinned lewdly. "And so I did."

"How could ye tell?" June asked with an innocent raise of her eyebrows.

He grabbed her roughly by the front of the shirt and said in a low voice, "Don't play coy with me, Oleander. I've been doin' this sort o' thing for quite a long time. I know when the ladies are fakin' and I know when it's as real as they come, savvy? You…" he paused, sweeping over her lean figure with his kohl-rimmed eyes, "Didn't have one chance in hell to fake it."

June shoved him off of her and sashayed away from him, saying over her shoulder, "Don't act like I was the one swooning, Jack Sparrow. I believe it was you who made the most noise last night." She disappeared upstairs and Jack leaned heavily against the wall as memories of the night before swarmed his mind and sparked heated desire within him.

Dear God, he wanted her again. It was never going to end. He groaned and hit his head purposefully against the wall. That woman was trouble. Delicious, intoxicating, exciting trouble. He wasn't going to be able to save himself. He had to do something…fast.

THE MAP! Jack cursed to himself. He had forgotten all about the bloody thing. June still had it in her possession. He craved the map that Duville wench must have given her. If he managed to get his hands on a valuable document like that, he wouldn't need Oleander anymore. He could get rid of her and therefore, be rid of this infuriating lust. And on the upside, he would have treasure, treasure he would have to split with Duville and McDowelle. And he betted that Duville would 'reward' him for his efforts in the aftermath. It was a win/win situation, really.

But would he be able to do it in the end? Do that to Oleander? It had to be done. Captain Jack Sparrow wasn't tied down to anyone, especially not some crazed gel that annoyed him to no end. A gel that oddly resembled him in feminine form, which meant she couldn't be trusted. She was a backstabber. June Oleander was a hazard to him, his crew, and his piracy.

So it was settled.


"Where are we headin'?" June pressed, poking Gibbs in the ribs and making him jump in the air.

A fat raindrop plopped onto her lips and she slurped it off as he replied in exasperation, "We're headin' to Port Royal. Turner and the miss need to be getting home, don't they?"

A look of panic edged her features and vanished as quickly as it had come. She needed to get to Spain. She needed to figure out that map. Gibbs stared at her questioningly.

"We need to go to Barcelona."

"Excuse me, lass?" he wrinkled his nose in disbelief.

"Yes…" she said dramatically, "Captain's orders. Before Port Royal, we are to head to Barcelona. It seems he's had enough o' me and wants to drop me off on the other side o' the world."

"Don't surprise me…" Gibbs grumbled, "Fine. If that's what Jack wants, I guess that's what we'll do." And with that, he swung the helm around, causing the Pearl to make a sharp U-turn.

Now, it was up to June to keep Jack occupied until they were drastically close to Barcelona.

It wouldn't be an easy task.


I sure know how to keep Mr. Sparrow occupied….by playing go fish and gin rummy and such! Jeez, you guys and your dirty minds…