Chapter Three: Dinner with Captain Jack Sparrow is always a treat.

"Hey, chef! Make some delicious soup out of that fish that was caught earlier, savvy?"

"Aye, aye, Captain! Will be finished and brought up soon." The galley master responds. Jack twists around to face me. He opens his mouth to say something, but changes his mind. But then changes his mind again. I can never be sure what Jack will say or do, therefore I'm always confused and or surprised with Jack.

"Love, I want you to return to your cabin and find something nice that Anamarie left behind. I will retrieve you when dinner is served. So, go on…go get cleaned up!" Jack makes me turn around and slaps my behind to make me scoot up the stairs. I stop halfway to look back. "You'd better clean up as well Captain Sparrow." "He loves it when I call him Captain." I think to myself.

I finally reach Anamarie's old cabin. It is about half the size of the captain's quarters. My cabin has just enough walking space to get from one end to the other. There is a trunk with various clothing inside sitting across from a hammock and in a far corner there is a basin with a jug of water and a broken mirror sitting beside the hammock. I first go rummaging through the trunk. I find a beautiful black, full-length gown, and some gold jewelry wrapped in a sack. The gown has a lovely neckline and an open back. "I think Jack will love this." I said aloud. "Unfortunately there no other shoes onboard except for the boots I'm wearing. Oh, well! I'll go barefoot. I mean Jack isn't going to be staring at my feet, right?" I strip down so I can clean up. I throw my things in a corner so I can wash them sometime. I quickly sponge down, slip into the gown that, THANK CALYPSO, doesn't require a corset. I dig some more in the trunk and I find a small bottle of perfume. It smells like lavender…ooh my favorite. I carefully pick up the golden jewels. They are simple…it's a necklace and a pair of earrings. I put them on and walk over to the mirror. My hair…Hmmm… What to do? I think I'll leave it loose. I find a comb in the trunk and I tease my hair a bit to give it some volume. Just as I finish, I hear a knock at the door. "Who is it?" I call.

"It's me." I recognize that deep, husky voice anywhere. I open the door to see a man clad in black with his dreadlocks pulled back leaning against the door case. In his free hand was a bottle. "Most likely rum…" I think.

"May I escort you to dinner?" Jack offers his arm to me sounding polite. I am astonished at how refined and experienced a pirate like Jack can be. Jack and I walk to his cabin arm in arm. Thank goodness the crew is down below. I wouldn't want them to have a good look at Jack and I acting all proper. We reach Jack's cabin. He opens the door for me to go in first. Candles incense, and a dinner all set up on a table.

"Oh, Jack. This is wonderful. You are the most amazing man I have ever met. Did I happen to mention that you look positively irresistible tonight?" "Oh my god! Stop talking so much!" I scream in my head. Jack merely smiles and guides me to the table.

"You are so beautiful tonight, Elizabeth." Jack whispers as he pulls my chair out for me. Jack places the bottle between them amongst the array of food. Our dinner consists of a bowl of fish chowder each, a bowl of fresh cut fruit, and a basket of bread. Jack opens the bottle and I instantly smell the spicy rum the Jack usually smells like. He pours the vile but delightful brown liquid into two clear glass goblets. Jack places one in front of me and takes his to his seat, raising the glass. "To us. May we live together in freedom."

I raise mine. "To us and The Black Pearl. May she help in living our freedom together." We drink up all the rum in our glasses. "Drink up me 'earties, yo ho." I smile widely and I begin eating my soup. "Mmm! I've never had a soup like it. My complements to the chef!" Jack just continues to stare at me like he has never seen me before. I catch his gaze and Jack quickly picks up his spoon and begins eating.

"He may be a pirate, but he's one hell of a cook!" Jack responded with a mouth full. Jack offers more rum… I roll my eyes 'cause I know he knows that I can't refuse rum now. So, I take another goblet full of rum.

"Vile stuff. I drank less than you thought back on that island, Captain Sparrow," I remind him, "Which is how I was able to gather all the rum when you were asleep, if you recall." I almost laugh when Jack hurriedly reaches for the bottle, cradling it in his arms. I go back to eating, giggling.

As we eat together, questions about Jack form in my head. Some questions about his past, about us, and, well, everything in general. I've idolized him since I was a little girl. I only know what the people know, not the "real" Jack. I want to know him "Jack? May I ask you a few questions?"

"Ask away, Love."

"Do you enjoy having me around, always under your feet?"

"Now that you bring it up…Yes, yes I do. I love your company and I don't mind you being under my feet. I rather enjoy that." I could feel my face slightly blush.

"What about me do you like?"

"Ooh, you don't want to be askin' me that, love. You might use that information against me in the near future." All I do is smile and finish up my soup. I reach across the table for some cut fruit. In the basket there is cut pineapple, strawberries, grapes, apples, and some orange segments. I take some pineapple and suck the out juice with my eyes closed enjoying the flavor. Jack seems tantalized by my actions.

"Want something really good?" I hear Jack ask. I open my eyes and see that he was pouring some rum onto a piece of the cut pineapple from the basket. "Try that." He holds it out to me, grinning.
I look at him skeptically, but took the piece of rum-soaked pineapple. I gingerly put it into my mouth and then sigh in happy surprise. "Now that made the rum much better," Jack chuckles, drenches another piece and holds it out to me. As I chew it, I suddenly have a thought and frown, "Captain Sparrow, are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Now why would I try to do such a thing?" Jack says mockingly.

I point to him wiggling my finger, "Pirate." I simply state.

"Ah, point taken."

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