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And now, chapter 4….

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The man stared in stupid confusion at his trapped limb. Katrina seized the opportunity and lashed out with her foot, striking her attacker where the sun doesn't shine. As he bent down in pain, Katrina forcefully brought up her knee to make contact with his face. He sprawled out, mumbling incoherently in a semi-conscious state, Katrina looked grimly from her assailant to the newcomer His surprised expression turned into a smirk that she found strangely attractive.

"Well," came an amused voice "I can see my assistance was hardly needed, young missy. Well fought, me little spitfire."

Katrina inwardly groaned. I do not need this, not tonight. "I am not your anything!" she defensively informed him.

"Easy, lass, I'm not goin' ta hurt ye." He held up his hands in a placating manner.

"Oh really?" Katrina narrowed her eyes. "Why should I believe you? What makes you so different from all the others?"

"Because, luv," a grin split his face "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." He finished with a flourish of his hands, gold teeth flashing.

"Never heard of you." Jack's grin disappeared. Katrina placed her hands on her hips. "You are between me and my way out, Mr. Sparrow--"

"Captain luv." Jack cut in."

"Your masculine ego, Captain," Katrina ground out, "shows the typical arrogance of the male species. Now you are still in my way. Let me pass."

"Hold on there, lass."

"Let me through!" Katrina demanded. He seemed nice, but that would go against her newfound philosophy about men.

"We aren't as bad as you make us out to be, luv." Jack was uncharacteristically serious. "Not all of us that is." He eyed the semiconscious man still lying on the ground.

"I have no trust of men, they are despicable."

"Sticks and stones, Lady Spitfire." Jack said, and spun on his heel. "Keep yer pretty head out o' trouble." He called over his shoulder.

Her passage now unblocked, Katrina started to move forward. But a faint glimmer caught her eye. She gasped softly when she scooped up a delicate silver ring set with a fiery ruby. Quickly, she slipped it into her bodice, then stepped out of the alley, moving inconspicuously down the deserted street.

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Jack watched the girl move down the street. She reminded him of someone, he couldn't quite put his finger on who though. Peculiar lass. He thought, then smiled. Lady Spitfire. He liked that, that was one to remember.

Turning he continued to his original destination, before he saw a 'helpless' maiden being attacked, his favorite London haunt, the Sea Nymph. Best rum in the whole of England. Not as good as Caribbean rum, but would have to do.

"Jack!" Gibbs called from a corner table in the Sea Nymph "What took ye so long?"

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Lost all of her faith in the male counterpart of her species our young friend has. YODA TALK!

eh-hem

Right, so I'd like to point out that this is not a JackOC fic. Yes Katrina thinks Jack is attractive, but not in that way! He is way too old for her, She' only 17! She more admires his looks, like I think guys are cute, but I am not romantically inclined to them. Got it? Good.

Now that we got that sorted out, I need a good "good guy" name, I'm drawing a blank here. If anyone has a good suggestion, just add it onto your review.

Speaking of which; reviews are as good as fresh baked cookies!