A/N: alright well i was just so ecstatic after learning the results of my caculus and physics finals that i was literally bouncing in my seat, i was so happy i just had the inspiration to write and so here's the next chapter earlier than anticipated and please please please read the author's note at the bottom.

anyway thanks goes out to Pup-of-Power, QueenOfWeird1995, and johnnydeppluver89 for the reviews on chapter five and thanks to Allimba, supercalifragilisticexplalidoc, and Queen once again for the supporting words, i think they helped my psyched out mind to just calm down for a second to take a deep breath and stop stressing so much.

onward!

All were back aboard the Black Pearl and were currently sailing towards the general direction of where they were supposedly to meet the Flying Dutchman in it's path. Alina sat in her cabin at her desk, flipping through pages of a book, whose words were not being processed, as her mind spun at the chaotic mess she had wormed her way into. After all, it was her choice to interfere. One thing for certain, life was never boring when alongside Jack Sparrow. Speaking of the flagrant captain, she had a bone to pick with him.

She stood and composed herself, shaking herself out of her own amused reverie. When she was determined that she would not give in to his boisterous charms, she left her cabin and marched herself over to his not even bothering to knock on his door before opening it. There she saw a sight that broke her stable posture.

Jack was hunched over a circular table with not many, but just one bottle of rum next to him. He held a copy of Romeo and Juliet and was looking at it with disdain. He tilted his head slightly upon hearing her enter but did not turn her way as he was still contemplating the depths of the tragic tale before him. He turned the book this way and that, observing the shape from a few different angles.

"You know most people open the book and read it." Alina said while watching him amusedly.

"Most people look at this book and view it as a beautiful yet tragic tale of love and hardships." He murmured back after putting it the book down on the table and motioning the seat in front of him.

"But of course we're not like most people are we?" Alina replied, moving the chair from across the table to right next to him before sitting down.

"Of course not! Where would the fun lie in that?"

"Jack-" Alina began, only to be interrupted.

"Did you ever wonder what would have happened if Romeo and Juliet never met? Or maybe what would have happened if they never remet after the Capulet's masquerade? Or even what would have happened if they didn't admit their supposed feelings for each other so soon? Perhaps even how the story would have ended if they each weren't so bloody stupid! I mean really, how could anyone think that pretending to be dead was the way to go about being with her love when honestly the lad was probably worried sick about her! And what's worse! The bloody idiot goes and kills himself too!" As Jack finished his tirade he slumped down onto the table, his head making a dull 'thump' as he curled around his stomach.

Alina looked at him forlornly as she realized where his thought process had led him. She stood carefully and walked behind his seated form before leaning over the edge of the chair, gently grasping his shoulders, and pulling him to sit up. She began messaging the knots around his neck and shoulders as his head lolled back in a relaxed state of pleasure.

"Jack, things will work out. We just have to keep believing that." She whispered solemnly, continuing to relax his muscles.

Jack sighed as his Ali worked her magic on his stiff neck. He had been locked in his cabin since they left Tia's shack and he had been mentally scolding himself for his foolishness.

When he had believed Alina to be dead, he hadn't given a care to his own life. He had thrown his all into the Pearl for a long time. It was all he thought of, as a way to push all thoughts of Alina far from his mind.

When the Pearl sank to the depths of the ocean he was reminded of a time when his own father had called him a failure. He was reminded of Alina coming to comfort him even though, being a man and therefore not being soft enough to be hurt by his father's callous words, he had continually pushed her away before she broke through to him.

She continually told him that he was not a failure, and that he was worth everything to her; that she would be nothing without her favorite Jay Bird by her side. It was the first time in almost a year that he had thought of her, and he sank into depression. Not giving a qualm about his life anymore, he made a deal with Davy Jones. That if his beloved Pearl rose from the depths, a feat which his beloved Ali Bear unfortunately could not, he would captain for six years, before being called to serve his soul aboard the Dutchman.

Only now he had his bear back. How could he give her up? He had an incredibly bad feeling about what was to come and his bad feelings usually meant something four times as horrible would occur.

He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to negotiate his way out of trouble this time around and that thought worried him more than anything. Whether or not anyone besides Alina realized it, Jack Sparrow always had a plan and he was always about ninety-eight percent sure it would work. On top of that, he always had at least two back-up plans in store that he could set into play on the off-chance that the rare two percent show through.

This time however, Jack had only two cards to play. And both cards belonged to the same hand. To top it all off, he was perhaps only ten percent sure his plan could possibly buy him time. He was one-hundred percent sure however, that he would end up having to pay his debt in to Davy Jones sooner than he was able to afford it.

Alina noticed his muscles slowly begin to tense once more and huffed in annoyance as her hard work was easily dismissed. She leaned him forward slightly to reach his lower back, messaging his back at the tender area near the base of his spine. She was aware of his many scars and battle wounds and also knew that a few particular ones were more sensitive than others. She smirked as Jack let out a pleasured moan of contempt. He was forgetting his thoughts and relaxing again much to Alina's joy.

"Go lay down on the bed Jay. For at least now, you're not going to think a million kilometers a minute." She chuckled and led him towards his bed, pushing him gently to lay down on his stomach before sitting beside him and continuing her ministrations.

"Ali?" Jack asked, laying his head down on his folded arms and closing his eyes, allowing himself to completely relax for the first time in too many years.

"Hmm?" She replied, not letting up on his back.

"That feels nice." He simply replied.

Alina chuckled as she began to lessen the pressure on his back, turning her kneading into caressing before tickling his ribs in a certain area only she knew was there.

"Oy!" Jack yelped before sitting up straight and playfully glaring at her, "Now there love, you shouldn't have done that." Before she knew it he was lunging for her and a tickle war had begun, taking them back almost twenty years to a time when they were both innocent and fun-loving. Jack chased her around the room, jabbing at her sides as she spun around the table, jumped over the chair and skipped around the room, always out of his reach.

Finally, he rolled the now empty rum bottle towards her feet causing her to trip and fall. Fortunately for Jack, she landed on the bed. As she was flailing to get back up, Jack quickly climbed on top, successfully pinning her down on the bed beneath him. "Now your gonna get it." He smirked evilly before tickling her sides mercilessly. Alina shrieked and laughed until she couldn't breath and Jack did not let up on his punishment until he noticed the reddening of her cheeks equaling that of a cherry tomato. "Do you yield?" He asked, leaning closer to her face, almost as if about to kiss her if not for the playfully menacing scowl upon his face.

Alina said nothing, but glared back at his scowl.

"I said," Jack continued, moving closer still, "Do. You. Yield?" With each pause, he brought his lips that much closer to hers.

"Perhaps I do." Alina pondered.

"Perhaps?" Jack whispered, his lips now brushing against hers as he spoke, "Doesn't work love. Yes? Or no?"

Alina waited for a breath of pause before simply replying, "Yes."

Jack pushed his lips into hers with an unyielding want, his warmth enveloping her and he wrapped his arms around her as best he could while still lying on the bed. Alina leaned up into him and wrapped her arms about his neck, pressing herself as close as she could.

With her one word of answer, Alina recognized perhaps a small part of what Tia Dalma had warned. She could follow her heart's desire, which was Jack, to tell him how she truly felt, to hope for a moment that perhaps he felt even a shred of the same feelings as she, or she could follow her mind and just leave well enough alone and risk her broken heart dying. She had one other choice, to follow her body's wants alone. She could give herself to him and not say a word, but then she knew she would break the next time he went into Tortuga for a night stay.

This much she understood and as she felt Jack's tongue snake out to taste her bottom lip, she knew she had no choice but to tell him the truth and follow her heart. Perhaps by using a combination of her mind, heart, and body, she could escape the peril foretold in the priestess's warning. Not now though. She thought as she gave the same attention to his top lip that he was giving to her bottom, I can't say a thing. The timing is not right.

Alina didn't know when the correct timing would be, but she felt that she'd know it when it arrived. For now, she would enjoy what she was getting.

And enjoy she did as Jack moved his lips from hers, allowing her to breath, and moved them down to the hollow of her neck. He traced a path from the base of her neck to her jaw, placing small kissing along the trail. Just as he went to press his lips against hers once more, a knock sounded at the door.

They had arrived.

The Flying Dutchman awaited.

A/N 2:

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alright so i have this idea for a twilight fanfiction, it'll be all human with cannon pairings and at the moment it's simply a bunch of random ideas bouncing around in my head that connect together and can be made into one big story. Basically it's another romance along the lines of this story where bella and edward have been best friends for such a long time and what not but in this case instead of being shipped to a boarding school or whatever it's just normal college. In the beginning edward goes to a different college but then finishes his first few years and transfers to the same one everyone else attends and after seeing how much bella has changed he realized it was stupid to go to another college. He doesn't fall in love straight away but it is a bit of a shock for him. There won't be too much Bella barbie but there has to be some I mean come on it's Alice : ) but I'm not going to make Bella be a completely meek little mouse and she does stand up for herself every now and then. Still not good with the self-esteem stuff but a little better. So yeah, a few cliches, hopefully I can manage to avoid many, it will be a challenge though and that's part of the reason I'm tempted to try it.

anywho i have a poll on my profile page so please let me know what you think

i would not be abandoning this story to write it but updates might slow down between the two so if you're interested in only this one and not that then vote no because honestly it's just random ideas at this point as i haven't taken the time to develop a plot.

and as always please review!