Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who has been reading and sending me lovely PMs and reviews. I love you all! Also, there is a lovely treat in this one. Just saying.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of The Caribbean.

"All in all," Gibbs was saying, "I do have to say that I agree with Miss Katherine. It does seem a bit contradictory, Captain."

"I have every faith in your reconciliatory navigational skills, Master Gibbs," Jack turned away from the young woman that was captivating him, "Now, where is that monkey? I want to shoot something."

The monkey in question screeched, dropping Ragetti's wooden eye to the ground. He jumped down immediately, blowing on it before putting back in his eye socket.

"Jack," Will walked up. Jack made a noise of near disgust, "Elizabeth is in danger."

Jack began to move down the ship and Kate followed next to him. He smiled, putting his arm around her shoulders, guiding her with him, "Have you considered keeping a more watchful eye on her?" He looked over his shoulder to see Will following them, "Maybe just lock her up somewhere?" He grinned as Kate laughed softly at this.

Will glared, "She is locked up, in a prison. Bound to hang for helping you!" He followed Jack up a set of stairs.

Jack rolled his eyes, "There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one's mistakes."

Quietly, Will took a sword off of a nearby crew member's belt and swung it, holding it to Jack's neck right when he turned around.

"Will!" Kate gasped, eyes wide as she clutched Jack's forearm. These two would never get along, would they?

"We need his compass," Will glanced at Kate. "We need to trade it for Elizabeth's freedom. Our freedom!"

Jack narrowed his eyes at Will before moving the sword off and away from himself. He turned, "Mister Gibbs!"

"Aye Cap'n?"

Jack moved over to him, speaking oddly, "We have a need to travel upriver."

Gibb's eyes widened as he looked at his captain from the corners of them. "You mean a need as in a trifling need, fleeting, as in, say, a passing fancy?"

"No," Jack made a few facial expressions, "I mean a resolute and unyielding need," he moved away from Gibbs, leaving him to the helm. Kate followed him again as Will spoke up once more.

"What we need to do is make sail for Port Royal with all haste!"

Kate glanced at Gibbs who was only a few feet behind them and rolled her eyes before turning back to the boys.

"William, I shall trade to you the compass," he began to pull something out of his shirt, "If you will help me find this," he unfolded a cloth with a drawing of a key and showed it to Will.

Kate narrowed her eyes, it was one of the oddest keys she'd ever seen and as she glanced, she noticed something on Jack's hand. She knew for certain that Jack wore a glove on his right hand but as she looked, his left hand was wrapped in a piece of cloth. Had he been injured? She frowned.

"You want me to find this?" Will looked up confused.

"No, you want you to find this. Because the finding of this finds you incapacitorially finding and or locating in your discovering the detecting of a way to free your dolly bell ol' what's her face. Savvy?"

Kate's eyebrows were nearly knotting together she was so confused as she listened to Jack. Will grabbed the cloth from him, "This is going to save Elizabeth?"

"How much do you know of Davy Jones?" Jack whispered, getting closer to Will.

"Not much," he frowned.

"Yeah, it's gonna save Elizabeth," Jack stepped away from Will and looked out to see. Kate frowned, turning to Gibbs who had a nervous smile on his face. What did Davy Jones have to do with anything?

She turned back to Jack and touched his shoulder gently, "Jack can we talk?"
"Of course, love. In me cabin?" He raised an eyebrow. She nodded timidly before following him across the deck. Once in his cabin, he closed the door and turned to her, "What's wrong, love?" He frowned at her puzzled expression.

"Jack are you…is everything alright? You're acting a bit strange. I mean, even for you," she smiled lightly.

"Everything's fine, love. What's going on with Elizabeth. How did the lass get captured this time?" he took his coat off and hung it on the back of a chair, moving about the room.

"Oh, well, we were all captured. On the morning of their wedding. Gillette-"

Jack interrupted her story with a frown, "The Commodore's cousin?"

"Yes. Well, James isn't Commodore anymore. He retired months ago. But Gillette had gotten me passage on a ship leaving Port Royal but we were intercepted before I could leave. I was thrown in jail with Elizabeth and William. Only leaving to find you the next day, after Beckett-" she noticed Jack recoil at the name, "Allowed me to leave."
He was quiet now, standing as he faced out the window of his cabin. "Jack," she whispered . "I'm not daft, you know," she stepped closer so that she was behind him, "Why is your hand wrapped up?"

"I always wear this," he glanced at his gloved hand. She sighed, moving so that she was in front of him. She picked up his right hand and he flinched. "No, I mean this hand."

He frowned, "Love, it's an incredibly boring story. If you'd like Gibbs to-"

"I don't want Gibb's embellishments, Jack!" she threw his hand down before moving to sit on the bed, "I want the truth. What is going on with you?"

Jack sighed and moved to sit next to her, "What do you know of Davy Jones, love?"

"I know that he's to forever sail the sea, ferrying souls. Why?"

"That was his original purpose, yes," Jack frowned. "But then he became evil, a tyrant of the seas if you will. He makes deals with sailors, pirates and the like and no matter what your side of the deal is, his is always the same. You must serve a hundred years on his ship," he looked down, sadly.

Kate frowned, taking Jack's right hand in her own, "You made a deal with him, didn't you, Jack?"

"He raised the Pearl for me," he smiled. "Did I ever tell you the story of when I worked for Beckett?"

She nodded her head. He had, one of the nights they'd been looking for Elizabeth. They'd both woken up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back asleep, so he kept telling her stories of his adventures.

"I was to be Captain for thirteen years," he frowned. "I was for two of them. Now, he's come for me," he glanced at his hand.

Kate moved in front of him, kneeling, and her hands went over to his left one. She unwrapped the cloth and gasped at the sight of the mark. "Oh, Jack. What is that?"

"It's the black spot, love," he smiled sadly, "Jones' beastie…you do know of the beast don't you?"

"The Kraken?" she frowned.

He nodded, "It comes for those who bear the black spot."

"Gibbs doesn't know this, does he?" She asked lightly, "I doubt he'd be on this ship if he did."

"He has an idea of it. No one knows but you, love. It's why I want to stick to the shallows. If we're at open sea…the beastie could get to me, and now, even worse, to you," he put his good hand on the side of her face and she smiled.

"Oh, Jack," she stayed in front of him before standing abruptly and hugging him, "Oh, you must be terrified."

He smirked to himself. Was he? Oh no. Could he use the girl's compassion for good? Or evil, depending on how you looked at it… Oh yes.

"You have no idea, love," he whispered huskily into her ear. He felt her shiver and he smirked. Even marked as a dead man, he still had his charm.

Jack pulled her onto him, so that she was sitting on his lap. Much like many of the wenches at Tortuga, he thought. But she wasn't like any of them. This was his bonny lass much like Elizabeth was William's. He did care about the girl, he had to admit. He refused to admit however, how much he cared about her. It was frightening for him to realize he was going soft for a lass.

But deep down, he knew he was. There was just something about the girl. Though she was from a family of wealth and nobility, she could drink like a sailor and fight like a pirate. It didn't hurt that she was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever met, either.

"Jack," she smiled playfully at his antic. He just grinned at her before moving his face closer and kissing her passionately. His left hand stayed limp at her side, he didn't want to touch her with his marked hand. Though he knew he couldn't transfer the spot to her (he really didn't know if such a thing was impossible, he just liked to think he knew) he didn't even want to touch her with it.

As she kissed him back, he removed his hands from her and rewrapped the cloth around the hand with the mark before placing his hands around her waist. He moved her, gently as to not frighten her, to a position where she was straddling him as he sat, one knee on either side of his hips. He pulled her closer to him, entangling his good hand in her hair as his other arm stayed around her waist.

She had one of her own hands in his hair and her other on the back of his neck as she kissed him back as passionately as he kissed her. Kate had been waiting for months to see Jack Sparrow again. After he'd left her with that kiss up at the fort, it was the only thing she thought about. And now as she was here with him, she didn't want to stop kissing him.

Jack slowly lowered himself back onto the bed so that from the knees up he was laying on the bed and just his legs dangled off the side of the bed. Kate had lowered down with him, so she lay atop him as they continued to kiss.

Jack was pushing her jacket off and Kate found herself feeling incredibly warm, allowing and even helping to get her jacket off. It hit the floor with a soft thud and Jack jumped for a moment. She laughed for a minute at his face before frowning as he tried to take her belt with her sword off of her shoulder. She realized it must have been uncomfortable, however, and allowed him to. He then took off her other belt, the one around her waist and he threw that with the other one down to the floor, bringing her small frame back on top of his own.

She sighed pleasantly before he held her and rolled over so that he was atop of her. His belt was off in moments, he didn't want it digging into her at all and he even successfully kicked his boots off with limited noise.

Kate found herself unwrapping the fabric that Jack tied around his waist. It took a few moments to get all of it off, but once it was, she let it drop to the ground. She didn't know what had come over her, she just wanted to touch him, without the ridiculous amount of clothing in the way.

Jack felt the same way and it was evident when he threw his waistcoat backwards away from him. He sat up a bit, bringing Kate with him as he took her waist coat off as well. He then let her drop gently back down to the bed and he covered her body with his own again, kissing up and down her neck.

She let out a small moan, one that she was nearly embarrassed of. But she wasn't embarrassed because it was Jack. He smiled to himself and he heard her kick off her own boots. But who made the next move? He didn't want to rush the young girl into anything. He felt her small fingers begin to work at the buttons of his shirt as his lips met her own once more.

Once Kate had finished with the buttons she pushed his shirt open, feeling the smooth, and sometimes rough and scarred, flesh of his chest. Jack himself shivered at her small hands caressing him, but still made no move. Everything right now was up to her. He couldn't afford to mess up whatever he had going with this girl and risk losing her entirely.

He felt a light tug on the bottom of his shirt and Kate moved her mouth away from his, "Take this off," she whispered with a small smile.

Jack grinned widely, though he was trying to be respectful, she didn't have to tell him twice to do anything.

After his shirt was gone and he began to kiss along her jaw line, he felt her moving underneath him. She undid her own corset and leaned up a bit, to yank it out from underneath herself before letting it fall off the side of the bed.

The fact that she was taking control of the situation now that she had noticed Jack was going to suddenly be respectful made it all the more arousing for him. He kissed down her neck a bit before sticking his tongue out and licking down to the top of her blouse. She gasped, leaning her head back as her nails scratched his bare back a bit. His eyes closed half way enjoying the entire experience with her.

This was the slowest and in the sense of slow it was painfully so, that Jack had waited to engage in intercourse with a woman. With anyone else there was never any foreplay, any hesitation. He never had the patience for it, but right now, with Kate, he did. He realized that he was enjoying this painful teasing.

Her hands covered his own, which had been on the sides of her body and brought them up to where the buttons of her shirt started and she moved her head back up, capturing his mouth in a kiss.

He let out a soft groan, muffled by the girl's mouth, as he undid the buttons of her shirt. As he was on the last button he paused for a minute and she did as well. Her heart was beating in her chest violently. Did she really want this? Did she really want to do this with him? She took a sharp breath through her nose and kissed him even more passionately, reassuring him (and herself) that she did.

Jack listened to her persuasion and undid the last button, trying not to just tear the shirt off of her. He thought for a moment, he'd have to get her some extra shirts if this all worked out. Ripping one off sounded quite appealing.

She sat up a bit, allowing him to take the shirt off of her. He laid her back down, placing his body atop her own, just loving the way her soft skin felt against his own. He groaned a bit as she rubbed her body up a bit, biting her lip. They caressed every inch of each other, never getting tired of how the other felt.

Kate could feel Jack. He was so aroused that it was making her more aroused to know that she'd done that to him.

He moved his hands up from her waist, feeling her move her lower body up a bit as they traced her sides, before covering each breast in a hand. She groaned, letting her head fall backwards.

Jack got up suddenly and Kate glanced up at the empty spot where he'd been before she saw him standing at the edge of the bed. He picked her up and repositioned her so that her head was on the pillows and so that the rest of her body was on the bed and not half hanging off. He resumed his position above her and kissed her, much more lovingly than before. She felt him rubbing her nipples and she gasped for a moment, her eyes opening up in shock.

He moved his head backward for a moment before noticing that her eyes were half lidded and the ghost of a smile was on her face. He kissed his way down her neck and chest until he was at her breasts and moved to the left, taking the nipple into his mouth. Kate groaned as she felt him sucking on it and flicking his tongue back and forth over it. She arched her back, covering her mouth with one hand as her other hand entangled in Jack's hair, tugging on it. He groaned, moving to her right breast and doing the same thing to it.

She was panting below him now and as he released her right nipple, he blew on it this time, allowing it to harden. He smirked, before kissing in between her breasts and down to her belly button. His tongue made it's way out again, licking around her belly button before moving down to her pant line. She arched again, her lower body moving up at his touch. He pushed it back down and smirked up at her, tugging her pants down a bit as he continued to lick and kiss at her waist.

She was squirming now, whimpering. He chuckled to himself before pulling her pants all the way off. He glanced up to see her eyes shut, but her face completely relaxed.

He glanced down and noticed that she was already wet. He spread her legs apart and positioned himself between her legs. He kissed from her knee up to an inch away from her womanhood before moving back down and continuing up from the other leg.

She whimpered, "Jack."

He closed his own eyes at his name from her mouth and groaned softly. He licked up her slit and waited a moment after she squealed in shock. Holding her waist down with his hands, he continued to lick up and down her entrance.

Kate moaned loudly as he began to suck on her clit. He gave one more lick before moving back up to her face. He kissed her roughly, causing her to moan once more. "Are you ready love?" he asked, his hands on the waist band of his pants.

She nodded, breathing heavily.

Jack pushed his pants down enough to take his member out and he positioned it above her entrance. He frowned for a moment, "Love, it might hurt."

She just nodded and he held one of her hands above her head with one of his own. He began to push himself into her slowly. Kate gasped in pain, squeezing his hand as she clenched her eyes shut. He paused, "Kate-"

"Go on, Jack," she whispered, "Just…maybe, do it fast."

He nodded, squeezing her hand to try and distract from the pain she was about to feel. He shoved into her completely with one motion and she used her free hand to cover her mouth as she bit her lip and tried not to scream.

Jack was frowning, staying completely still as she got over the shock. After a moment or two she nodded, eyes still closed.

He began to move in and out slowly, trying to get her used to his length. She felt the pain slowly fade as he became gentle and she let herself moan, moving her hands down to hold onto him. He moved a bit faster knowing that she was okay now, kissing her as he thrust in and out.

Kate began to grind up against him, moving with him. She groaned out his name before letting out a shout. He could feel that she was close and he moaned her name out as well.

"Oh, Jack," she whispered, eyes shut in lust. He let out a moan as she cried out his name louder, he felt her contracting around him as she came and when he felt he was about to, he pulled out and let go on the sheet, next to them.

He rolled off of her and laid next to her, hugging her small body to his, "Kate," he whispered, somewhat nervously.

"Hmm?" she kind of purred out, lazily.

"I…care about you," he winced. He'd never said the love word. He didn't know if he even could. Except to his mother.

She smiled, snuggling into him more, "I care about you, too, Jack Sparrow."

Author's Note: It took me an hour to write that scene.. And I still don't know how I feel about it. D: