After finishing the deck off, Adely switched onto her nosy side and began to investigate the pearl from head to toe. Jack glared at her from the helm as she walked around the deck looking at things, opening chests and barrels. He winced every time she carelessly threw an object over her shoulder if she found no interest in it.

"Don't touch that!" he shouted and she froze in mid-air of touching a thick rope that was responsible for supporting the foremast that developed a series of cracks after the last battle the pearl was in.

"Ye need to fix that thin' before it collapses," she shouted back and he rolled his eyes.

"Hey, wait! What are you doing?! No! Stop! Entering me cabin is strictly forbidden!" he shouted.

"Take the wheel, Mister Cotton," he told Cotton and walked down the stairs. He grimaced when he heard a noise of shattering glass coming from his private quarters. "Better not be the ancient Greek pot or I'll kill 'er," he muttered and pushed his door open.

"Not a palace but it'll 'ave to do for the time being," she said thoughtfully and he scowled, "Mind helpin' me move the bed to that corner? I don't like it there... Wheres yer sense o' style?"

"Ye'll touch nothing an' me sense of style is just fine," he snapped and made to grab his ring out of her hand, she closing it into her fist tightly. "Give it 'ere," he commanded.

"But I like it," she whined and raised her hand away from his reach, above her head. He stood onto his toes to grab her fist and tried to pull it apart.

"I don't care... Now drop it!" he ordered and she pouted.

"No."

She yelped when he began to squeeze her small fist. "That's not fair you slob! Yer hand it bigger," she complained.

She used her free hand to grab the hand that was clutching her fist so he had to use his free hand is well to pull her free hand away, the pair of them creating a childish scene.

"Let go, woman," he growled and finally managed to snatch his ring away from her, "I've gone through a hell a lot of trouble to steal that."

"I didn't want it anyway," she said and looked at him with hooded eyes, lips pursed.

He looked at her with disbelief. " 'ave ye ever fallen from a large height when ye were small and injured that empty head of yers? How did yer poor mother put up with a little nuisance like ye. She probably went catatonic," he said and realized he shouldn't have.

"Ye 'ave just said the wrong thing to the wrong person."

She looked at him smugly and smiled sweetly then kicked him hard in the shin and walked out, slamming the door for good measure so hard he flinched.

He has met a few strange women, but he never encountered one who was beyond irritating and enchanting at the same time. He jumped when the said woman reappeared at the door.

"Oh and by the way, it's fake," she said and he raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" he asked sarcastically.

"Aye, like ye," she said and slammed the door shut again. She heard him cursing from behind the door and smirked to herself.

"Wildcat, yer not gonna win the bet if ye keep on doing that," Flip said and leaned against the rail. Adely stopped smiling and looked at him accusingly.

"You mangy cad! It was ye! Ye brought me 'ere!" she cried in irritation, "Why?!"

"So ye could win the bet o' course, or lose it..." he trailed off and smiled suggestively.

"Shut yer trap before it meets me fist. I cannot stand that blighter, even if he's handsome. Otherwise I would've played with 'im for the sake of amusement... I back out," she said and crossed her arms.

Flip shook his head. "Not me problem. Black heart is not ta be lied ta. He is quite fond of ye, won't miss the chance ta see ye... indecent, shall we say? Ye know wha' happens ta those who back out on 'im," he said.

Yes, she knew well enough.

"Why would he care about such a worthless bet anyway?"

"Ye should know better than ta get involved with the likes of 'im, wildcat. He tortures people for fun. Ye'll be humiliated... or ye will promise 'im something in return for getting off the hook," he said darkly and ran his gaze over her body, "Again. He's quite fond of ye. If ye get me drift..."

Adelaide's blood began to boil and before he knew it, she knocked him over the rail.

"Tell yer master that wildcat does not play along anybody's games. Send 'im me regards," she shouted and tossed him a barrel.

"Ye'll pay for that, devil," he yelled at her.

"Sure."

She looked around in case anyone heard or seen anything. The deck was clear apart from Cotton who was at the helm but seemed to be in his own reverie.

She began to whistle to herself and walked off innocently. "And there they lay, all good dead men...Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum…"

By the end of the day, the tired Captain walked to his cabin and turned the handle only to find it locked. He frowned and shook it a little. Nothing.

"That wench," he muttered, needless to see who was behind the door.

Adely did not fancy sleeping with the crew and regardless of what ship she was on, she always slept in the main cabin. Either seducing the captain... or tricking him, like in this case.

He knocked loudly. "Girl, open the door."

"I apologize, captain sir, but ye will throw me out if I do, so NO," she answered.

"Open the door or I'll break it," he threatened.

He heard the familiar creak of the floorboards which indicated she was near the door.

"This door is made of fine red oak..." she mused as she ran a hand over it. "... good luck breaking it," she said and climbed onto the bed. "... I wager it's quite expensive too. Had to work yer backside off hard to earn it, eh?" she added.

He straightened and narrowed his eyes... He loved his door...

"I will ask ye for the last time, open the door. I will give ye a good flog and throw ye to the fish. I'm the captain here and ye will listen to me," he said sternly.

"No ye won't. I 'ave yer compass that could suffer severe damage is any harm falls upon me person," she answered and closed her dark brown eyes with a wide smile.

"Ye mean the compass I borrowed when ye scrubbed yer person off with soap and left yer fabrics outside?" he asked and crossed his arms impatiently.

"Ye spied on me, ye filthy fool?!" she shouted, appalled.

"I 'ave no interest in ye whatsoever. Myself was just retrieving what belongs to me," he replied.

She sat up sharply and ran for her coat that was lying on the desk, shaking it. The compass was indeed gone.

"...Why didn't ye send me off? Ye had yer compass. Ye could've pushed the beautiful me into a boat and got rid of me... Is it because I am impossibly charming?" she said and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm a gentleman," he answered after an afterthought, ignoring her last comment.

She looked at the door in surprise. "Well, in that case... ye'll be a gentleman and lend yer cabin to the lovely lady," she said.

"Yer no lady. Ye 'ave no manners an' a foul mouth," he scoffed, "And the cabin is MINE!"

"I will not open yer beloved door. Go away," she said defiantly.

"It's a no then, is it?"

"Aye. It's a big, fat NO."

"Fine."

"Good nigh', Cap'n"

"Bugger off."

"Now that was rude," she commented. She got under his white covers and fell asleep in no time due to all the exhausting work Jack gave her in order to keep her busy.

Jack, on the other hand, was on his last nerve and couldn't sleep. His crew gave him a lot of shocked and questioning looks when their captain settled on a hammock below deck.

He got out and stomped up to the helm. Gibbs looked at him confusingly as Jack began to jump up and down loudly because Adely was asleep in his cabin just below.

"Jack, what are you doing?"

"Waking the bloody wench up that abducted me cabin," he replied, "If I can't sleep neither will she... She'll get out eventually."

"Wouldn't it be easier to climb through the window, Cap'n?"

Jack froze and exclaimed, "The window...of course! Gibbs, ye're a genius!"

He brought his leg up and climbed over the rail, struggling to push the window of his cabin open.

Adely moaned and rolled over so she faced him, opening one eye, "Captain... I like yer hat, sir..." she mumbled sleepily before closing her eye again.

Jack narrowed his eyes and walked up to her, snatching the covers off her body. "Up ye get. It's the cold brig for ye, Missy," he said.

She wriggled her bare toes and frowned in her sleep. "Reach for theee sssky... stupid dog, not on me boots..." she muttered.

Jack frowned and shook her upper arm. "Get up, lass..."

She wrinkled her nose and let out a loud snore, rolling onto her other side. He grabbed both of her arms and picked her up, her neck stretching as her head fell backwards.

"I hardly believe yer still asleep, girl. I want ye out of me cabin," he said but got no reaction from her. "Adelaide..." he started warningly.

"What...?"

"Yer in me bed and I want ye off it - that's what," he said and she blinked innocently.

"I that so...? Because I thought ye wanted completely the opposite... Oh, come on. Ye said ye were a gentlemen, are ye really going to make me sleep with the dirty scoundrels below deck?" she asked.

"Aye," he said and grabbed her arm again.

"What did I tell ye about touching me?!" she snapped angrily and he let go, rubbing his hand instinctively where she dug her teeth in that morning.

"Did ye really 'ave to bite? Me hand still 'urts from yer vile teeth," he asked and frowned.

"I told ye to let go and what did ye do? Ye didn't listen to me," she replied and pulled the covers up to her chin, "Am not leaving."

Jack slid his hands under her back and moved her to the edge of the bed.

"That be yer side - temporarily, mind ye. And I want ye to keep to yer side," he informed her.

He took off his boots and effects and laid down on his side. Adelaide stared at him with an opened mouth as he got comfortable as if she wasn't there.

"Do ye mind...?" she whispered sharply and nudged him.

"I be sleeping in me bed. If ye don't like something ye can always find yerself a different place to slumber, I don't mind," he said, "Appreciate me kindness. I could've took the bed all to myself... or groped ye in yer sleep."

He smirked when she jumped out of bed with a gasp.

"Yer delusional, Jack Sparrow! " she shrieked.

"Captain! Captain Jack Sparrow if ye please," he corrected.

She grabbed a pillow and her boots and left god knows where. Jack didn't care for he didn't like sharing his bed with anyone. He only did vigorous activities with someone else in one and that is not in his own to say the least.