Sorry this took so long to get out. I've been extremely busy with school. But this is out now, so none of that matters.

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I've been working really hard on making Jack in character, so let me know if I'm doing it right (or not).

I wrapped my hand around the handle of my sword, ready to pull it out at a moment's notice, and turned around. The face I was met with was a familiar, yet aged, one. He stood there, staring at me with a strange look on his face, as if he didn't know if what he was seeing was real or not. I suppose I was thinking the same thing.

He pushed gently on my shoulder and asked, "Elsa, love, is that you?"

I didn't bother to say anything and pushed past him angrily. I went searching for John. He was sifting through a small bag that one of the two men had brought with them. I cleared my throat loudly and he looked up at me.

"I wasn't tryin' t' steal anythin', honest," he said fearfully. He dropped the bag onto the ground.

"Why'd you let him on the ship?" I asked, pointing to the other end of my ship where he was standing, watching me.

"It's rude to point!" he yelled loudly.

"Ye told us t' let him an' the other on the ship," John replied. "An' he's Cap'n Jack Sparrow, y' know."

"I know that!" I yelled angrily. "And that is the precise reason why I want you t' throw him overboard."

"That wouldn't be a very kind thing t' do now, love, would it?" Jack asked. I forgot that he had a bad habit of sneaking up on people.

"Why'd you have to pick my ship, Jack?" I asked, annoyed, as I turned to face him. All of the crew had stopped what they were doing to watch Jack and me.

"I didn't know it was your ship Elsa, love," he told me. "But now I suppose everything'll work out well."

I turned back to John. "Please get me some rum," I ordered. I'd definitely need it if I was going to be dealing with this lunatic. I then turned back to Jack. "How'd you figure that?"

"Because I have a very important proposition that I was going to offer to the first captain that I met and I'm so happy that I get to offer it to you," Jack replied. He sounded half-drunk, which wasn't unusual in the slightest. "I'd much prefer to go on this voyage with you more than anybody else?"

"Why?"

"Because I love you. Savvy?"

"You don't love me, Jack," I told him. "If you did, you would've respected me more."

"You wanted respect?" he asked, surprised. "I was under the impression that you wanted my love."

"I did want your love," I replied. "But I could never get any because you were too busy giving it to every wench that you'd find to lay down with you."

"Cap'n Franzen, I've got ye rum," John said.

There was a full bottle of rum in his hand that Jack was eyeing longingly. I snatched it and made my way towards the other end of the ship. I took a drink and felt a bit better.

"Captain Sparrow! Wait!" Jack yelled after me. "You haven't listened to my proposition yet!"

"I am not Captain Sparrow!" I yelled angrily before ingesting some more rum.

"Then you should take that ring off!" he yelled.

I stopped in my tracks and looked down at my left hand, where the diamond ring on my finger sparkled so brilliantly. It had came from a raid that Jack made on a ship before we got married. This ring served as a nagging reminder of my "other half", but I couldn't bear to take it off. It was a reminder of my past and I needed it to stay there to remind me to never fall for the same tricks again….

A pair of hands came to rest on my shoulders and out of the corner of my eye I saw Jack's face come closer to my cheek. His warm breath gently hit my skin. It had a horrid smell just like I remembered it did, but I didn't mind. He kissed my cheek softly and my skin caught fire.

"Let's talk, love," he whispered into my ear, using his most seductive voice.

I hesitated. Talking to Jack in the state I was currently in would lead to trouble. I knew that from past experiences.

"I promise I won't lie to you," Jack said.

"Do you promise?"

"I promise, love."

I finally relaxed my defenses and gave in. They wouldn't have lasted much longer anyways. Not against Jack.

"Let's go to my quarters," I said in a firm voice that told him talking was all we'd be doing.

"As you wish, Captain Sparrow."

Thoughts?