Here is chapter 5! Sorry for the long ass wait! Excuse my french, it's early in the morning. Giving thanks to Everyone who replied, faved and followed! Really! I flipping Mean it! I almost passed put at the sight of haw many reviews I had!

And the story progresses!

Disclaimer: I do not OWN POTC! But technically I own kid Jack, since kid Jack and teenage Jack were never invented or introduced in POTC at all eh? Technically the Jack Sparrow that is technically a 35 year old is a (C) copyright,...so... technically I own Kid-Teenage Jack Sparrow!

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Ok, ok, back to story... Enjoy.

Jack stirred as the sound of waves greeted him unusually. Jack tries to move his arm, but something warm and soft has it pinned under it. He hoped it wasn't his dad's many filthy cur. He hated that slobbering sad excuse for a dog. He tried to wipe the slowly dissipating sleep from his eyes.

However when that 'thing' mumbled in sleep and slinked an arm around his middle, Jack's eyes widened fully as sleep disappeared from his eyes and pain ensnared them completely.

Jack was in quite a panic. He was completely naked, a pale blanket thrown over him barely as the other half covered something that looked more human, rather than his dad's cur.

He was in a panic, not because he was outside, or outside and naked, not because of that, but because he awoke with a naked Alastia snuggled in his arms.

Jack bites down on his thumb, hoping that this is only his dreams and fantasies fooling him, only to feel the sudden pain and still see the sleeping attractive girl in bare skin. Fortunately for him, she was still sleeping peacefully.

He quickly gathered up his clothes, pulling up his trousers and buttoning his shirt, then lifts up the blanket and makes his escape to his hammock in the crew quarters.

Jack begins to recall all the events of the other night, the passion and burning heat that formed between them, all in the spur of the moment. How's he going to show his face in front of her after that? She could just bloody throw him over board when she spots him, or even a smack strong enough to send him flying. Or just kill him, Jack knew that she was more than capable of doing that too.

More worriment grew inside of Jack as he hid under the blanket. What does she think of him now? What should he even say to her? How long will it take to get to land into the sea if he jumps overboard? Oh bugger…

Alastia shivers slightly in her sleep, and wakes up with a yawn. She wonders why she suddenly started to feel cold while she rubs her eyes clean. Then she stretches and sits up, trying to remember if she dreamt about anything, patting herself down.

Her eyes widen as she finally realizes that she's completely naked. Instantly she grabs the blanket bundled up around her and covers herself up as she looks around.

WHY was she naked?

And then it hits her, everything that happened last night, her time with Jack.

Alastia blushes madly as she finds her clothes scattered around her, putting it back all on.

She spots a red sash lying next to her, already knowing that it's his, and realizes that he's nowhere to be seen under the blanket of the dingy.

She can't believe herself. They shagged in a dingy. Alastia only blushed harder as more thoughts of the night previous came to mind.

"That no good… Who does he think he is running away like that?" Alastia clutches onto Jack's sash out of anger.

Alastia starts to think about him, and nervousness starts to build up inside her.

She completely gave herself up to Jack that night, wanting him, begging for him.

What does he think of her now? That she's a weak and needy girl because of that? Would he take advantage of that, or does he not want someone like that even around?

It was just in the heat of things, he knows better than anyone she's not some pushover.

But still…

More doubt started to grow within her. She almost wishes that last night never happened, but in reality, she knew she enjoyed being in Jack's arms.

The doors of the captain's quarters open up, with Teague stepping out. He takes a big fill of fresh salty air, his trusty dog by his side.

He opened the access to the mid deck, walking with conscious steps as he reached the entrance to the crew's quarters.

Teague opens the door to find a whole room of twenty plus peacefully sleeping men. Not for long.

"Morning's upon us, time to work men! Wake up if ya know what's good for ya." Teague said, without need of yelling as the crew instantly started to wake up at the command of his voice.

The crew knew it was better to not test the patience of Captain Teague.

And with Teague's call, crewmates start to walk out of their quarters in the typical morning slump. Everyone takes their yawn and stretch break before starting their daily tasks at deck.

Some hours past by, crewmen scrubbing every inch of the deck floorboard, Alastia quietly mopping away in her own little spot, Teague managing the wheel, everyone's where they're supposed to be. Except Jack. Creed brushes his way toward Bithin, who is also busy cleaning.

"Aye, Bith, have ya seen ol' lil' Jack 'round?" Creed whispers over to Bithin, pretending to clean, his brush having long need more soapy suds.

"Can't say I have, mate. Not since last night anyway…" Bithin answers gruffly without looking at him.

"Ya bumped into him too? He came askin' me about the lil' lass." Creed says out of surprise , slowing down his brushing as he takes a glance at Alastia, who was busy scrubbing her area clean of grit.

"Y' don't say? He asked me about the very same lass." Bithin said uninterested, however secretly very intersested with what Creed might know. God knows Creed gossiped liked a wench.

"Whaddya think happened?" Creed looked at him with a nosey grin.

"Aye, can't say I know that either. But the young lass has been suspiciously quiet all mornin'."

They both look over to Alastia, whose cleaning diligently, but her face shows a little pain in her expression.

"I say Jack got 'is sorry arse handed to 'em fer gettin' on her bad side." Creed assumes.

"Well whatever happened, the boy seems to be takin it rough, prolly still under the blanket." Bithin says, even though his foot still hurts from Jack's stomping, he shows a bit of consideration.

"Aye, no lollygagging on the job." Teague suddenly scolds at them. Teague looks around his crew to not see a particular person: his son.

"And where in blazes is Jackie!?" He shouts, everyone silent, as they all shrug and have no idea.
"Alastia! Go yell at that sorry excuse for a man, and I need you to fetch me my map that's in the quarters as well."

Alastia painfully nods to his orders, never guessing that she would be forced to confront him, not like this anyway. She hasn't stopped thinking about him or about what happened, and would rather not go. But none the less, she makes her way to the quarters.

Back at the First Mate quarters, Jack is slowly dragging himself out of his hammock, groaning and mumbling in the First Mate's quarters; a cabin that is connected to the Captain's quarters. He still can't stop thinking about her or that night, let alone what could happen.

He rubs his face and gets up with a hunched back, making his way towards the outside view of the opened door.

Alastia suddenly comes into his view, and Jack straightens himself up, both of them look away from each other out of surprise and nerves.

Neither of them say a word, or look at each other for what felt like hours, but was only a minute.

They start to step forward, and pass each other by. And at that sudden moment, where they were side to side, the same thought snaps in their heads.

I never said 'I love you'.

Vote Time!

Do you want them to

A: Tell each other their feelings?

B: Not tell each other their feelings?

C: Hate Each Other

D: Have emotional mixed feelings teenage pirate angst, love hate lust kinda feeling.

Also:

Do you guys like Creed?

Yes or no?

Because if no then I'll just throw him overboard... literally.

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