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You guys voted, and so it will be... a very good (hopefully) AlastiaxJack scene for you guys.

After this chapter, however you can find this story in the Rated M parts of Pirates of The Caribbean ;).

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"… And a hundred bloody red coats were shootin at us, no lie I tell ya. We bare got out of that prison alive! Gibby ain't no help he was! Well we escaped to the port and we were swimming and they had the long nine's trained on our fishy little bodies! Do ya know how hard it is to dodge cannonballs an' musket pellets while swimmin'? Bloody hard I tell ya. We got out of there without a scratch…"

Alastia rolled her eyes as she wrapped her blanket around her still wet form as her and Jack sat around in the mid deck, Ra'ahet and Darred entertaining Jack exaggerated story of their escape as they all sat on barrels, Darred and Ra'ahet passing around a bottle of rum.

Darred's long face presented us with a rare little smirk as Jack kept telling his long tale. Darred's usual cold, uncaring, stoic black eyes showing a little amusement as Jack's arms flailed around depicting cannonballs crashing into the water.

Jack was very enthusiastic in his story telling, no matter how far fetched it was.

"Yeah, and Jack leapt out of the sea like a dolphin and scared the Kraken that was chasin' us away!" Alastia joked, butting in to Jack's story.

"Yeah! I did! Wait, wot?" Jack said in delightfulness then puzzlement that sent Ra'ahet, Alastia and Darred into laughing fits.

"Oy, that ain't all that funny. I nay jump out of the ocean like some girly dolphin." Jack grumbled, which only made the party laugh more boisterously.

Boots calmly stepped down the stairs, and a stoic Teague looked out upon the laughing party.

"Who said that you two could take a break?"

"Are ye talkin' ta me Capn'?" Alastia asked.

"No. Darred and Ra'ahet. Well what are ye waitin for? Go retie the masts!"

"Aye Capn'!" Darred and Ra'ahet scurried off their barrels and went up the stairs past Teague.

"You two just rest, aye? It isn't everyday that someone scares off the Kraken by jumpin' out the sea like a dolphin." Teague smirked at his son and winked at Alastia before heading back up the stairs.

"Great even me Dad is laughing." Jack mumbled.

"Ye have ta admit it was funny Jack. You an all yer high tales, it was bout time someone put their mix into it."

Jack and Alastia both laughed for a bit, until the laughter died down.

"So Jack what were you sayin' earlier in the cell back in Royal?"

Jacks smile turned into an uneasy frown. "Nothin, I tell ya. It was just what you wanted to hear, is all." He said harshly turning his head away from her.

"What I wanted ta hear?"

"Yeah, what you wanted ta hear." Jack hated the words that came from his mouth, but he didn't want her to learn the truth either.

The truth that he actually might have had stirrings, no, not stirrings, but feelings for her.

What would that do to their friendship?

Alastia's smile had long turned into a frown as she glared at Jack.

Is that what he really felt? That she couldn't become a pirate Captain?

"If that's what ya feel then Jack… I though' you were different. But I see yer jus' another prejudicial scallywag like the others. I though' you be the one ta stand with me, but I guess not. G'nigh' Jack." Alastia said as she stood away from Jack's company, throwing her blanket in his face and promptly exiting the mid deck.

Jack groaned loudly as he took her wet blanket from his face.

He tossed it onto the wooden floor as it landed with a plop.

"That went fine, didn't it? Oh bugger." Jack mumbled as he threw his head back in defeat.

The wind blew through Alastia's hair as she balanced on two legs of the lone chair inside the small crow's nest, her feet propped upon the ledge.

She needed time alone. A lot of it.

She needed time to sit, think, muse, fume, cry, and mutter her frustrations away in solitude while doing something somewhat productive.

Stupid Jack. Stupid. STUPID NO GOOD BILGE RAT BLOKE!

How could he say something like that. She thought he was kinder than that!

Alastia sighed heavily and swiped her hand through her hair.

She had been up here for a while now. A couple hours now. Even then as she looked down she saw Teague glance up at the crow's nest before returning to his quarters for the night.

"He's probably concerned, but doesn't care enough to prod…good." She took out her dagger and played with it, running the pad of her thumb across the blade.

But even as she said that a rustle came up behind her, following the sound of the rigging squeaking.

Someone one was climbing up to the crow's nest.

"If it is Jack Sparrow, if ya come up 'ere, I will cut your heart out 'an feed it to the sharks ya little desconsiderado mop pelo cachorro! (inconsiderate mop haired whelp!) " Alastia said with malice.

"Aye, a woman hath no fury like Alastia. But ye woul' nay cut out poor Creed's heart?" Creed said as he understood her malice induced Spanish and crossed his arms on the ledge, his feet held sturdy on the rigging.

"I still might. Ya want ta be dumb 'nough ta make fun 'o a person with a knife."

"I woman with a knife. Even scarier." Creed said with sarcasm.

"Wot do ya want Creed? I ain't in a playin' mood tonigh'."

"It's meh shift. An' Cap'n won't let ya take meh shift like ya did the last four. Regrettably."

"Where's Jack?"

"I hear he's been lookin' for ya. Though ye wouldn't expect ta check up here, ya hate the crow's nest."

"I'd luv ta know what's wrong between ye and Jack. I'm always good wit secrets." Creed said lying.

"Shud up ya liar, the whole ship knows ya can't keep a blooday secret."

Creed just snickered. "So ya gonna get out before I fall or what?"

"I don't know, maybe I can jus' let ya fall." But even as Alastia said so, she leveled out the chair and traded positions with Creed.

"One thing," Alastia said before heading down.

"Anything, love." Creed said with a smile.

"If Jack comes up here lookin' fer me, don't tell 'em ya saw meh, kay? Save meh the trouble of turning you into a eunuch." Alastia said with a devilish smile.

"What's 'n it fer me? I see no profit… other than not turning me into a eunuch."

"I won't tell Cap'n that you fucked the goats last week in the hold." Alastia said with an evil smile.

Creed's eyes went wide as he spun around looking at Alastia.

"Now I done a lot o' things but I ain't never done that. You be lying."

" Teague trusts meh, an' you're the fishiest sea dog here. Everyone will believe me, and no one you." Alastia blackmailed.

"You lying little blackmailing wench." Creed said angered, but slightly amused that the girl could think like him.

"So your lips sealed?"

"As I have no choice, yes." Creed muttered.

Alastia smiled as she climbed swiftly down to the deck from the shrouds…

Where is she? Where could she possibly gone to? She had simply disappeared like a ghost, and basically no one had seen her.

Or the fact that maybe she had been seen, and every one was being suspiciously tight-lipped about it.

Jack didn't benefit either way.

He wanted to explain to her truly, now, just maybe not in the bluntest way in doing so. He'd have to work on that. Desperately.

Next time he probably wouldn't be so lucky with just a wet blanket being thrown at him.

Jack saw a glimmer of hope when he saw Bithin at the helm. He always knew everything. Hopefully he knew where Alastia was.

"Bithin!" Jack called out.

Bithin saw Jack and acknowledged him, but paid attention to his job.

Jack walked up to Bithin who had a scary raised eyebrow, directed at him.

"Why are you still up? Crew to be asleep was two hours ago. Go to bed."

Jack sighed. He would, if he wasn't so intent on finding her.

"I be looking for Alastia. She jus' disappeared like the wind from a sail." Jack eyed Bithin curiously.

"You hadn't seen her now have you?" Jack said with a look like he was trying to look into Bithin's soul.

Bithin knew where indeed she was. He lets his eyes wander away from Jack's burning stare.

"Can't say I have. Sorry 'bout that aye." Bithin pretends to continue his job while Jack looks at him with suspicion.

"Is that right aye?" Jack starts to slowly circle around him to meet Bithin's black eyes.

"Ye not leavin' me ta sail the ship in peace are ya you little nuisance?" Bithin's deep scary rumble of a voice unaffecting Jack.

"Aye, that be right." Jack says with a smirking nod.

Bithin sighs and glares at the boy.

"I might've seen something goin' roun' the nest. It be too dark ta tell. But it may be your sweet little lass." Bithin teased with a deep rumble of a chuckle.

Jack cheeks slightly flushed red and stomped on Bithin's foot, before climbing up the vast rigging of the main mast on his way to the crow's nest.

Jack makes his way up the rigging and climbs into the crows nest, spotting a lone Creed, looking out to the distance with his spyglass. The noise from Jack's boot against the roped rigging catches his attention, and turns toward him.

"I already know why ye be up here." Creed casually tells him, his front turned from Jack.

"Aye but how?"

"Ye think I spend all me time looking at the sea with this thing?" Creed turns and looks at Jack with the spyglass. Jack annoyingly grabs the other end and lowers it down from his face.

"Plus I can't tell ya, been sworn ta secrecy." Creed said with a light laugh.

"And that be the exact reason why you know where she is!" Jack says, almost sounding a bit threatening.

Too threatening for Creed's taste.

"But I don' have ta see everything now do I? I can let some things pass by un noticed, like where she migh' be lurking…" Creed pulls the spyglass back with a yellowed grin and wipes off the edge where Jack's hand had grabbed it.

"Oh, but ye do." Jack said with a cunning smile.

"An' how ye figure that, if I may ask? Like I said, I don' have ta see everything." Creed felt no obligation to tell Jack where she was hiding.

"Oh, but ye do, just like all the times you sit up here and peer through the Captain's quarters." Jack moves his face closer, his long wavy curls framing his face.

"So I's get bored an' like ta watch him count all the loot that he only keeps for his greedy self." Creed mumbled in disdain as he remembered his last share being withheld on account of him accidentally shooting Hamel's hand. Wasn't his fault that Hamel was in the way of him blasting a merchant's head off. Even if he didn't like Hamel.

"Are you quite sure that's all you watch?" Jack continues to get closer with a devilish, scheming look on his face.

" Ya know mate, the Cap'n is always picking up some of the finest women whenever we hit ports. Wouldn't you agree?"

Creed gulps nervously and only looks at Jack with derision stamped onto his face.

"I believe you know where I'm going wit this aye? Now, tell meh where she is, and Dad won't finds out 'bout the peep show that goes on in his quarters that ya enjoy watching everytime you nasty salty dog." Jack stabs his finger into Creed's chest during his final word.

"Aye aye, alrigh', just shuddup an' keep quiet. Don't tell her I told you or'll she turn me into a eunuch. She went down to the dingy, pretty pissed 'bout you. Called you a mop-haired whelp. You do kinda have mop hair tendencies though." Creed snitches.

Jack backs off and sighs, hearing how she's still mad.

"Thank's mate." Jack says with a grin before starting the climb down.

"But I mus' warn ya, she's armed an' dangerous."

Jack gulped as his eyes widened a bit in concern. "I'll keep that in mind."

Jack with alarm climbs down, leaving Creed all alone.

"Aye, kids grow up to be fine bastards..." Creed curses quietly to himself…

Alastia laid there, actually comfortable in the dangling dingy, a light pale blanket as she pared a red apple, the skins swirling as she went down the apple.

Jack approaches the dingy, and lifts the blanket up to see Alastia's surprised face turn into a very irritable one. He only looks at her, unable to think of something to say with a sorry grin on his face.

"How bout ya get away from meh Jack. I don' wanna see you." Alastia said with an obvious frown, not even casting a second glance in his direction.

She tugs the blanket back down. Jack raises it back up again.

"Look I know ya mad at me, the 'ole crew knew before I did, but I'm sorry."

"Did someone tell ya? I swear if- " Alastia said in anger.
"And Jack, I'm not mad, just disappointed. I though' you were a greater guy than those blokes. I guess I was wrong. How bout ya just leave meh in peace?"

"I wont leave ya in peace since I know I did somethin' wrong to make ya disappointed. Yeah i could be paired up with those barrels of idiots for sayin' something stupid to ya, but you're not wrong aye." Jack said, trying to level with her.

Alastia glared at him, continuing to pare the red apple. She just didn't understand why he would say that, was it how he felt.

" I jus' didn't think ya be so opposed ta me bein' a Captain is all..." Alastia avoided his gaze, instead looking at the exposed flesh of the apple.

Jack sighs and shivers from the cold night breeze and her cold shoulder.

"I'm not opposed, It's just.. when ya said that, I wasn't thinkin' right. I was thinkin' about other girls bein' captains, not you. Ya definitely not like any of' em and would make the finest captain". Jack continued to keep his sights on her with a serious look in his eyes.

Alastia felt the slight tinges of warmth seep back into her cold demeanor as her frown softened a bit.

She allowed herself to half smile at Jack. "Alright, I forgive ya, kinda."

Jack couldn't stand anymore cold and lets himself in under her blanket, sitting next to her.
"Kinda?" He said with a quirked eyebrow.

"Wot in Davy Jones' are ye doing?" Alastia exclaimed as she watched Jack just blatantly crawled under her blanket.

"Aye I know I said I was sorry, but I'm not freezing my arse off out there 'cause of it." Jack says, holding himself in shivers.

"Fine. Wouldn't want ya to get death o' cold. Teague'll throw meh off the ship." Alastia said with a smirk as she sliced a piece of apple off and popped it in her mouth.

"Now we wouldn't want that now would we" Jack teased sarcastically as he took the apple out of her hand and took a bite.

"That was MY apple Jack. What is it with you taking my stuff? First me hat, now me apple?" Alastia said with a light laugh.

"Now if it was someone else, they might've shot yer hand fer doin' it."

"Not if i take their gun first." Jack laughs while munching on the apple.
"Besides you just happen to be the apple of my eye when it comes to having the good stuff to steal"

"Oh really?" Alastia said with a smirk as she took her apple back, biting it.
It was her apple afterall.

"Quite right actually" Jack grins and takes it back, taking a bigger bite of what's left.

"Now ya jus' bein' greedy." Alastia said with a smile as she reached for the apple, but Jack held it away.

"This apples just bloody good" Jack leans away from her to take a bite and savor it in front of her face.

"Yeah, my apple. Me only apple." Alastia reached further with an outstretched hand.

Jack takes a final gulp and the last edible bite on the apple. "The only apple...?"

He looks at her and has a sorry smile on his face compared to the oncoming rage in hers.

"Ya little no good thief! That was meh last apple! No more apples for meh share til next port!"
Alastia just got angrier at Jack.

First his words, then his horseshit apology, only to steal her last apple.

"Greedy little bastard!"

Alastia pounces on him, grabs his collar and shakes him around like crazy.

"I'm sorry!" Jack cries out while being shaken strongly back and forth. He grabs her arms in attempt of stopping her, the both of them rolling around the not-very spacious dingy, one trying to lock down the other.

Alastia continues to threaten and curse, while Jack is having the time of his life trying to hold her down. The dingy rattles back and forth against the ship, and suddenly comes to a pause. Jack is now on top of Alastia, locking her down by her wrists, the both of them gasping and catching their breath.

Jack stares into Alastia's eyes, losing himself in her breath-taking gaze, even as her brows furrowed in a glare.

He was never able to understand what these weird feelings he felt when she was around, but now, he was able to put together the right words into a single thought. She was so beautiful, so amazing, so desirable.

Out of impulse, he plants his cold, rough lips on to her plush lips.

Alastia's eyes opened wide in shock, but slowly started to sooth with the feel of warmth that their lips created, along with the lingering taste of apple. Jack pulls his head up slightly, ending the kiss and leaving them to gaze at each other, their faces only an inch apart.

With nothing said but a few short breathes, Jack releases his lock on her to free her hands, and they begin to kiss again and explore each other more.

They scurry around the small space they have, their passionate kissing unbroken however. They position themselves so that Jack is sitting with his legs crossed, while Alastia climbs onto his lap, her legs wrapped around his side.

She cups his face as they continue to make-out, his hands running down her sides. He starts to lift up her shirt, to reveal a leather corset underneath, while she begins to open up his button up shirt. She moans slightly at the feel of his bare, sturdy chest. Jack once again pulls back to take off her shirt revealing her well sized and perfectly shaped breast brimming over her corset with a bounce as she moved, and buries his face into her neck.

Kissing and sucking lightly on her neck, letting his hands caress her skin, slowly undoing the tight bindings of the corset. Alastia raised her head up to the sky and moaned to Jack's satisfying touches.

The corset falls away, revealing her olive skin and tone body, the blanket a tangled mess around their legs.
Jack moves his hands to her chest, getting handfuls of her firm, cushiony skin, while his lips work on top of her collarbone.

Alastia continues to enjoy his touching, only rubbing her hands around his back and gasping quietly as she removed his blouse entirely, his skin illuminated by the pale moonlight.

He moves one hand to her side, and the other on to her thigh, running down her leg, and onto her foot behind him. He lowers her to lays her down onto the floorboard, and begins fidgeting with his beltbuckle. She watches him for a second in curiosity, before lifting her legs up and sliding her breeches down. Jack stares for a moment, seeing her beautiful body in full view, heat rising inside him from the gorgeous sight of her amazing skin and curves. She throws her breeches aside and keeps her legs closed, looking Jack down to the tent forming in his breeches.

He undoes the buckle as if his life depended on it and takes them off, his fully erect member springing up and pointing up to the sky.

Alastia has an innocent face while looking at his moderately sized manhood, hiding her devilish smile and lust. She opens her legs up in front of Jack, as he crawls over and on top of her, meeting face to face again.

By the time Jack starts teasing her neck and collarbone, her hands are clinging onto his back and she's impatiently grinding against his throbbing erection. "Please don't tease me anymore," Alastia whispers into his ear, spreading her legs wider, making Jack almost feel a little bad for teasing her love in such a way.

Jack looks at her and starts to mouth the question "Are you okay with this?" to her, but she smiles, nods her head insistently, and then her lips seal themselves against his again. Her sheath glistens almost teasingly with the tip of his head poking at it.

He slowly pushes his shaft past her dampened nether-lips, only up to the head. Jack looks at her once again, to see if she's really prepared. Alastia raises her feet off the floor, wrapping them tightly around his rump. Pushing down with her heels and thrusting her hips upward, she plunges his shaft into her slit the rest of the way.

He revels in the tight, slick muscles of her moist core contracting around it, her walls squeezing down on his invading member as he pushes further and further into her until his crotch presses against hers. Jack can feel her pained wince, muscles clenching in pain all up her body, and he holds her tighter, kisses her deeper, in an effort to try and comfort her.

They lie there, holding onto each other, until she unclenches and relaxes her legs, keeping her knees up and her legs spread wide apart. Jack is mindful of Alastia's inexperience, as well as his own, not going too fast and making sure he is in a position that's comfortable for the both of them.

Jack slowly pulls his entire length out; until just the head is inside, then slowly pushes it all the way back in. It's not too long before Jack is going at a regular pace, stuffing Alastia's sopping mound with his hard manhood. She moans and arches her back from the pleasure, raising her hips up to meet his thrusts, desperate for more of his loving. She whispers a few dirty things to him in-between shallow breaths,

"Don't hold back, I want all of it, all of you Jack". Alastia said in an almost needy tone.

Her words are enough to send Jack over the edge. He grunts loudly, listening to her feverish moans and feeling the hot, moist walls inside her clamp down against him. His rigid member explodes from the exertion, shooting out hot, thick liquid in spasmic bursts from his throbbing shaft. Alastia bucks and shivers as their orgasms meet each other in a climatic push and she wraps her legs around me, holding him deep inside her.

They both pant and grasp for air, Alastia's chest rises and fall against Jacks. He turns his head and kisses her gently on the lips. They stay tensely pushed up against each other, waiting for their orgasms to subside.

Neither of them say anything as they hold on to each other basking in the afterglow of their passionate first time.

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