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"Are we staying on the ship tonight?" Will turned to Jack. Katherine had been leaning on his shoulder asleep for about twenty minutes now and Will was trying to be careful not to move and wake her.

"Aye, if ye want," Jack's eyes roamed, "I might stay here…"

Will held back on rolling his eyes. Pirates were such perverse creatures. Jack had been kissing one of the wenches earlier and was now making eye contact with a different one across the pub. Kate shifted, nuzzling into Will's shoulder even more and mumbling incoherently to herself.

"You going to take her with you, mate?" Jack pointed at the small girl cuddling up to the lad. "Seems she danced herself to sleep," he smiled softly.

It was true, Kate had gotten William to dance with her all night long because it hadn't been boring, slow dances like at the parties she usually attended. It had been faster, more upbeat music and more often than not, pirate songs. He had enjoyed dancing with her, she was like a younger sister to him, but she had even tired him out. The only reason he was still conscious was to look out for her. That, and the fact that she had drank nearly twice as much rum as he had.

Will chuckled, "I guess so." He moved carefully away from her, holding her with one arm so that she didn't fall, before he stood and picked her up, carrying her in his arms out of the pub and towards the docks.

Jack sat for a moment, sipping his tankard of rum by himself. Gibbs had left a while ago to try and round up a crew by morning. He felt an odd sensation in the pit of his stomach as he locked eyes with the wench across the room again and sighed, pulling out his compass. He squeezed his eyes shut as he opened it and when he finally dared, popped them open to look.

He groaned to himself when he noticed that the compass pointed towards the door, still swinging closed from when William left, and downed his tankard before slamming it on the table. He wiped his mouth with the back of the glove on his right hand and stood up, moving towards the door.

Katherine groaned, rolling over in bed the next morning. Her head was killing her, even more so than it had the day before. She was still dressed, that was the first thing she checked. The only items of clothing that were missing were her boots and her corset that had been on the outside of her shirt. She sighed, wiping the thin layer of sweat off of her forehead and turned onto her side. She nearly jumped once she was nose to nose with Jack.

She moved her head backwards a bit. She knew she had gone to sleep with him the other night, but she didn't have to wake up next to him the morning after. He was shirtless, she noticed as she widened her eyes. She hadn't ever seen a shirtless man. Just an almost shirtless Will once or twice when he had unbuttoned his shirt at work.

Kate tried to slide off of the bed stealthily without waking him up and grinned once she succeeded. She found her corset laying neatly on the chair and picked it up before retying it around her waist. She also found her boots and slid them on her feet.

"Sleep okay, 'luv?" Jack's voice startled her and she spun around, eyes wide. He chuckled, sitting up in bed and propping himself up on his elbows.

"Yeah, fine," she ran a hand through her hair - her braid was out again. "You?"

"Fine," he smirked, as if he knew something she didn't. "William just left you there, boots on, corset digging into your ribs," he explained with a shake of his head, "Whelp."

She giggled a bit, "Will's not very…bright with women."

"No?" Jack pretended to be surprised, tilting his head to the side.

"Well, he's only ever liked Lizzie," she explained, rolling her eyes. "I don't think he's ever given another woman a chance."

"Women like that whelp?" Jack asked, incredulously.

Kate rolled her eyes a bit as she put her hands on her hips, "Well some women like compassion and sensitivity," she told him.

He had gotten out of the bed during their conversation and made his way over to her, "'Luv, I can be very compassionate and very sensitive," he put his hands on her shoulders, grinning down at her.

Katherine stopped breathing for a minute as he leaned down a bit more before regaining her composure. "I'm going to go wake William," she stepped away from him. As she opened the door, she looked over her shoulder, "Put a shirt on, why don't you, Jack?"

He sighed heavily as the door shut and he could hear her walking on the deck to go over to Will's cabin. He turned to find his shirt, "Women," he muttered.

"Will," Kate knocked on his door lightly. When he didn't answer, she opened it slowly, popping her head in. "Will?" She whispered again.

"Hmmph?" a noise came from under the blanket. She giggled, walking in the room and over to him. She pulled the blanket off of him, "Will," she laughed, "Get up."

"My head hurts," he mumbled.

She rolled her eyes, "Alright, you want to just lay here then, and leave me alone on a ship full of pirates? I'll check back on you later," she stepped towards the door and he was up in an instant before clutching at his head and sitting back down.

She sighed, turning back to him and tugging on his arm, "Come on, Will…I'll make you something to eat."

"I really don't think-"

"Nonsense," she gave his arm another tug, "You're a growing boy and such, let's go!" She finally got him up and out of the door before she pulled him all the way to the kitchen. He sat, clutching his head as she got him a tankard of fresh water from the supply in the kitchen and then began to search around the kitchen.

"What are you making?" he finally asked her as he saw a pot boiling on the stove.

She cursed under her breath, finally pulling a container out of a cabinet. She opened it, shook it for a moment and then sniffed it. She made a face, recapped the container and threw it over her shoulder, before diving waist deep into the cabinet again.

Jack made his way into the kitchen at this time having only put on his shirt and buttoned it a bit and having tossed his hat on his head.

"Breakfast time?" he looked at William, hopeful. Will nodded and watched as Kate repeated her earlier action of sniffing a container before throwing it. Jack dodge it, confused.

She finally seemed happy with whatever she found and crawled out of the cabinet, clutching a container above her head as she did, "Found it!"

"Found what?" Jack asked.

She shrieked, not having heard him before, and spun around. "Jack!"

"Look at that, I'm right here," he pointed to himself, "Thanks for finding me love, I'd be lost without meself."

She giggled and Will rolled his eyes, interrupting the two, "What did you find?"

"Oats," she beamed proudly, uncapping the container again before dumping it into the water. "I'm going to make porridge."

Will groaned, remembering when she'd made him porridge once before and stood up, "I'll make it, Kate. You.."

She glared at him, nearly forcing him back into his seat with her eyes, "I can make porridge, William. Besides, that was four years ago!"

"What happened four years ago?" Jack asked, sitting with a bottle of rum.

"She poisoned me," Will muttered, looking angry.

"What?" Jack looked amused now, biting the cork out of his bottle before taking a sip.

"It was an accident! And I didn't poison you, dear William. You just got sick because apparently the milk was bad," she muttered, "But I'm using water this time so don't you worry."

He looked at her skeptically, "Don't you worry, she says, she wasn't the one who was sick in bed for days," he turned to Jack.

Jack took another sip out of his bottle as he watched the young woman go about the small kitchen, preparing the oats as a maid must have taught her.

Once they were done, she placed three bowls full on the table and sat in-between the two men, smiling broadly. Will glanced at his bowl, poking the oats inside of it before turning to look at Jack who was shoveling it down. He glanced back at Kate and gestured for her to go first. She rolled her eyes before taking a bite and turned to him, "It's fine, William."

When Will finally took a bite of his porridge, Jack had filled up his bowl a second time and Kate was halfway done. She took sips out of Jack's rum bottle every now and then and Will was too preoccupied with observing his food to reprimand her.

"Honestly, mate!" Jack cried out, exasperated, "There's nothing wrong with it. If you don't want to eat it and starve, hand it over and I'll gladly eat it."

Kate giggled from where she was rinsing her bowl out with some of the water in a bigger bowl that she'd gotten out of the barrel of fresh water in the pantry. Jack looked up, "'Luv, don't wash the dishes yet, we've got to get the crew up here."

She nodded and followed him out of the kitchen. Once they were out, Will ate the rest of his bowl and put it where the other dirty dishes were before following them out.

They met Gibbs out on the deck and Katherine smiled at him a bit before Will glanced at the crew before them.

"Feast your eyes, Captain," Gibbs grinned, "All of them, faithful hands before the mast. Every man worth his salt. And crazy to boot…"

"This is your able bodied crew?" Will looked almost disgusted as Kate held back a giggle. Jack turned to them with a small grimace before walking forward. "You, sailor!"

"Cotton, sir," Gibbs answered for him.

"Mr. Cotton?" Jack turned back to him. "Do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?" Cotton was silent and Jack grew annoyed. "! Answer the question!"

"He's a mute, sir," Gibbs spoke up again. "Poor devil had his tongue cut out so he trained the parrot to talk for him. No one's yet figured out how."

At being told of Cotton's tongue, Jack leaned forward and Cotton opened up his mouth to show him his lack of a tongue. Jack grimaced again, stepping backwards.

"Um," he regained his composure, "Mr. Cotton's parrot…same question."

"Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails!" the parrot squawked. Kate and Will looked at one another, eyebrows raised. Gibbs stepped in again, "Mostly we figure that means yes."

"Of course it does," Jack spoke confidentially, turning to Will, "Satisfied?"

"Well you've proved they're mad," Will answered as Kate grinned.

"And what's the benefit for us?" A sailor spoke up from the end of the line. Jack moved to the voice cautiously before taking off the woman's hat. "Anamaria!"

She slapped him instantly, sending his head around to face the two citizens of Port Royal that had followed him.

"I suppose you didn't deserve that one either."

"No, that one I deserved," Jack grinned.

After a heated argument between the two, Kate finally stepped in and suggested that they give Anamaria The Interceptor. As they moved their way to the gang plank, Jack caught Kate by the arm.

"Why give her that one?" he whispered, eyes flickering towards the ship.

"Well, if you're so confident that you're going to get the Pearl back," she mused, removing her arm from his grasp, "Why not?" She smirked smugly and made her way up the gang plank to introduce herself to Anamaria. As he saw the grin that Anamaria broke into at whatever Kate had said, he rolled his eyes.

"It's frightful bad luck to have a woman aboard, sir. And especially now that there are two of them."

"Aye," Jack nodded, "But it'd be far worse luck to have neither of them." He glanced to see them still talking. "As well has have them together. Mr. Gibbs," he turned to his old friend, "Keep Anamaria and Katherine away from eachother as much as possible. Can't 'ave them plotting against the ol' Cap'n, now can we?" he grinned.