Hey guys! Sorry I didn't update sooner. Things have been crazy again. But Finals are over and it is now summer break! So now I will be updating a lot more!

IMPORTANT! I decided that I'm not going to write chapters with will and all when he is on his way to get the compass because it would all be the same as the movie. And here is just another warning! This story is somewhat like DMC… just with my own little spin and things happening different ways like in this chapter! Anyway, here is your next chapter!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Pirates of the Caribbean

~Chapter Seven~

POV:

Francesca Jones

I walked out of Jack's cabin and made my way over to the helm where Mister Gibbs was steering the ship to the nearest land, just like Jack had ordered. Over the past few days, I'd gotten to really talk to him. He was a genuinely nice man. I sort of think of him as a father… crazy, I know. But he's just so nice and caring towards me, not letting any man, with the exception of those he knows he can trust, come anywhere close to me.

~flashback~

We had been in Tortuga for just about a day. I was in the Fiddler's Green, one of the many taverns in Tortuga, with Jack, Mister Gibbs and Marty. We were all sat around a small round table, talking about our next move of action. Well, Marty was actually kneeling on the bench rather than sitting…

"What can I get you boys?" a bar maid asked, not even bothering to notice me sitting right in front of her.

"I'll be having some rum," Jack said with a grin spread across his face. This man really does love his rum…

"Aye," Mister Gibbs and Marty said in union.

The bar maid nodded. "I'll ha-," I began to say, but it was too late, she was already gone. I huffed and sunk into my seat.

I felt a hand on my left shoulder and turned to see Jack looking at me with a small smile playing lightly on his lips. "What do you want, luv? I'll get it for you," he said.

Jack had been such the gentlemen since he had rescued me. It makes me think whether he's like this to all the women he talks to or just me…

"Gin, please," I said, a small smile playing on my lips as well. The three men looked surprised that I had ordered such a strong drink. "They used to give it to us, so we would sleep. Not that you would want to sleep there… terrible things happen at night. More terrible than in the day…" I closed my eyes and shook my head as the flashback began from the nights the captain would bring me to his room. "Anyway, the drink has grown on me."

The crew all knew of my… situation. So when I told them my reason, they didn't seem as surprised as they were before.

Jack nodded and stood from his seat and walked over to the open bar on the other side of the tavern. While I waited for my drink, Gibbs and Marty began to have their own conversation. I wasn't so interested in listening go I focused on my surroundings. The lighting was very dim and there was music being played very loudly. There were also a bunch of drunken pirates and wenches having a superior time.

While I was taking in my surroundings, one of those drunken pirates came stumbling over to me with a mug full of rum in one hand and his other resting on my shoulder. This contact made me feel a little uncomfortable.

"Hello, little missy," the man slurred with a thick English accent. "Why don't you come with me? We can have a little fun." His hands slipped down my shoulder and griped my arm.

"I'd much rather stay here, thank you," I said as politely as I could. Before my mother passed away, she taught me that being polite will get me out of most situations. Oh, how right she was. Me being polite while on the slave ship got me out of plenty of beatings. But there were so many times where I just wanted to shoot someone and just give up the polite act.

I looked down at his hand that was gripped tightly on my arm, then back up at him. "Oh you're coming with me!" the man practically yelled. His grip on my arm tightened as he lifted me from my seat.

"Let me go, you imbecile!" I yelled, struggling to break free from his hold. But it didn't work. His grip only became tighter. I winced and yelped out in pain. By this time, Gibbs was out of his seat and holding the man tightly by the shoulder.

"The lass doesn't want your company. I suggest you leave her be," he said in a firm tone.

The drunken man growled under his breath and gave Gibbs a glare that said you better take your hands off me. He then looked back at me and began to drag me by my arm towards a door that was opposite our table. But before the man could drag me any farther, he was on the floor, knocked out, with Gibbs' hands clenched into fists. It all happened so fast that I didn't even comprehend what had just happened in front of me. Then it hit me. Gibbs had just punched the drunken man!

I looked at Gibbs with amazement in my eyes. Once I was out of my shocked dilemma, I ran over to Gibbs and hugged him tightly around the neck. "Thank you, Gibbs! Thank you so much!"

~End Flashback~

Ever since that day, Gibbs had been acting like an over protective father to me. Like I said before, he doesn't let any man near me. Of course with the exception of Jack and some of the other crew members.

"Hello Mister Gibbs," I said as I approached him, voice thick with my Italian accent.

I saw a smile creep on his face as he heard my voice. But when he turned to look at me it only grew wider. "Ah! Francesca! How are you? Did you manage to calm Jack down?" he asked. When he mentioned Jack's name, his grin only grew wider. Why? I had no idea. But something tells me that Gibbs knows something that he isn't telling me…

"I'm good. And Jack is fine now. I sent him to bed, he needs the rest," I said.

Gibbs nodded and continued to steer the ship. I looked off in the distance and saw a small island in the distance. "Is that the island we are stopping at?" I asked.

"Aye," Gibbs said. "That be the island."

"How long do you think it will take to get there?" I asked.

He thought for a second before he said, "the wind is on our side, so we should be there by sunrise."

I nodded and looked back at the island. As I looked at this island, I couldn't help but get a strange vibe off from it. It wasn't the kind of vibe I had that has to do with my father, but a vibe that sent chills down my spine. "Well, I'm going to head off to bed. Good night Gibbs," I said, placing a light kiss on his cheek.

"Night, Francesca," he said as I walked off to Elizabeth's old cabin.

Once I made my way into the cabin, I lit a lantern that was on a night stand on the left side of my bed. I striped off my pants, belts, and my vest and unbuttoned a few buttons on the top of my shirt. I climbed into the semi comfortable bed and fell asleep instantly.

~xXx~

The next morning I woke up to someone lightly shaking my shoulder. I opened one eyelid to peek and see who had disturbed me of my peaceful sleep to see that it was Ragetti. He was leaning down over my face, eyes full of concern.

"Can I help you?" I asked a little annoyed… I'm not much of a morning person.

He sighed in relief as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and said, "I've been knocking on your door for the past ten minutes now, Miss Jones… so I came in to see if you were alright…I'm sorry."

I sighed and sat up; making sure that the blankets didn't fall. "It's ok, Ragetti… so what do you need?" I asked, rubbing the tired out of my eye.

"The captain asked me to wake you… He would have done it himself but he is busy giving everyone orders…" he said, looking a little uncomfortable. "… But now that you're awake, I'll just leave…" and with that, Ragetti turned and walked out the door.

Once the door was closed all the way, I rose from my bed and grabbed a clean pair of black knee high pants. I slid them on, tucking my white button down shirt into them, leaving the top few buttons undone. I then slid on my dark brown, knee high leather boots and my matching vest. I wrapped a thick, black belt around my waist and slid a sword that Anamaria had given me when I was saved, into its holder. Anamaria had said that women like her and I should have one with us at all times. So she gave me one of her spares.

Once I was fully dressed and ready, I exited out of my cabin and over to the helm where Jack stood. Once I was directly beside him, I asked, "How did you sleep last night, Jack?"

Jack seemed to have been startled when I spoke, telling me two things. One: he did not realize I was standing beside him. And two: he was still shaken up from the previous events that were played just a few hours ago. "Fine," he said blankly, his eyes looking somewhat distant, as if replaying the night in his mind.

I laid my hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring squeeze. "You're going to be fine, Jack. Trust me, would you?"

He continued to stare in front of himself blankly. "You don't know that..." he said in a silent whisper, almost inaudible, but I was still able to hear it.

I sighed. "I may not know what is going to happen in the future, but I do know that right know, at this very moment, you cannot be harmed. I don't sense Jones, Jack. Not even the Kraken... We are too close to the shallows for either of them to appear... You're safe Jack. Nothing will harm you. Not while I'm around anyway."

At this, Jack turned his head to look at me. "You? A woman?" he snorted. "No offense, luv, but you should be more worried about yourself. I doubt you would be able to fend for yourself, let alone me as well. I doubt you even know how to use a sword..."

I was offended and angry, to say the least. How could he say such thing? But I knew better. This wasn't the Jack I knew... Not my Jack. The stress that rests on his shoulders was just getting to him. Once we are on land and out of the ocean, everything would be back to the way it was. But, like always, my anger had gotten the best of me. "So, what your saying is because I am in fact a woman, I won't be able to protect myself and the people I care about?"

Jack thought for a moment before he nodded his head and said, "Yep."

I glared at him and said, "Well, if that's so, I propose a fight. If I win, you must learn to have faith in me and trust my judgment. Meaning, if I say everything is going to be alright, you are to nod and agree. Understand?" I asked.

"And If I should just so happen to be the one that wins?" he asked, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

I sighed and said, "If you should win, you-," I was cut off by Jack finishing my sentence with something that was so far from my idea.

"Win a kiss." His smile turned into a grin.

I glared at him. A kiss? Is he mental? I'm just getting over all my horrible experiences with men and he wants me to kiss him?

Jack, still grinning, said, "what's the matter, luv? Afraid you'll lose?"

And that's where my competitiveness poked its ugly head. "You're on Sparrow. Are you ready to lose to a woman?"

He snorted and pulled out his sword. "You seem to have forgotten something, luv." He took a step towards me and said, "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow… Mr. Cotton! Take the helm." He then turned and walked down to the deck, motioning everyone to step out of our way. Once we had a good amount of space, he turned towards me. "Are you ready, luv?"

I nodded and drew my sword, stepping towards jack while I said, "The question is, are you ready?"

Jack out right laughed and said, "I was born ready, luv."

With that said, I lunged at Jack. I could tell that he was surprised that I was the one to take the first move. I could also tell that he was surprised at how good of said move really was. What Jack didn't know, was that while on the slave ship, they taught us how to properly sword fight and how to handle a pistol. We had been attacked so many times that they had to teach us, or we would all die.

We fought for what seemed like forever, till Gibbs yelled, "Lay anchor! Prepare the long boat!" this made me become distracted. And Jack, using this to his advantage, pinned me to the door of his cabin, with the sword at my neck. "I believe you owe me a kiss, luv," he said, sword still at my neck. He leaned in for a kiss, eyes closed, lips puckered and ready to be kissed. Only I wasn't ready. At least I didn't think I was. So when he leaned in a little farther, his sword was dropped and forgotten, and his grip loosened. I took this as my opportunity. I ducked down fast and out of his hold.

"Sorry Jack! But, we have arrived and I think you would much rather get out of this water and onto land rather than stay here and kiss me," I said with a smirk on my face.

Jack shook his head, as if trying to get out of a haze that clouded his mind while mumbling something under his breath.

~xXx~

We had been off the ship and on the island within minutes. But instead of taking the long boats to the island, we brought the whole ship ashore. We did this because we would be there for a while and it wouldn't make sense to leave the ship in the water so far away from the island with only an anchor holding it in place. Someone could steal the ship without anyone knowing!

So once we were ashore, the crew tided the ship so it would fall on its side. Jack had then made Pintel and Ragetti guard the ship while the rest of the crew, including myself, search the island for food and fresh water and even a descent shelter for rest.

So that's what we were doing, searching. But as we walked through forest, I had a strange feeling of déjà vu. This place looked so familiar, like I'd been there before. And it wasn't a good feeling.

We walked a little farther into the forest when it hit me. This was the island that the slave ship had stopped at when they traded slaves. But they didn't give us slaves in return. No, they stole us all, slaves and the crew and kept us as prisoners this was this island that stole us for several days and ate half of the slaves and crew members. The island that stole the captain's first mate and made him their chief… that is, until he tried to escape. Then they killed him and ate him to the bone. It was a miracle that the Pelegostas, I think their names was, agreed to let us leave if we traded a few slaves.

After remembering this I said, "Uh… Jack… We need to leave this island… Now!"

Jack turned around and was about to say something, when yells started to sound. Everyone drew their swords and began to fight the cannibals. As I fought, I felt a dart go into my neck and darkness consumed me.

REVIEW! Again, I'm sorry for the long wait, the mistakes and short chapter but the next I promise will be much better and longer!