When Jack walked in Club Agrabah, his eyes fixated on her immediately.

She sat alone at the bar wearing a red cocktail dress, the sleeves off the shoulders. Her thick ebony curls donned a golden clip that kept them from covering her unblemished face. Her fingers twirled around the straw in her cocktail. She took a generous sip and spun around to assess the club's temperature. She took notice of him instantly. She raised her eyebrow seductively and bit her lip. He made his infamous crooked smile, catching her signal. He nonchalantly approached her, leaning up against the bar to get a better view of her.

"Hello, luv."

"When did you get in?"

"Just docked in port."

She took a sip of her drink, never breaking eye contact.

"I have a confession to make."

He leaned in closer.

"Well, I'm all ears. Unburden yourself, luv."

"I've missed you, Jack."

He smiled proudly, hoping she would say that.

"Really now? I thought you never wanted to see 'ole Jack ever again."

She rolled her colorful, mesmerizing eyes that hid beneath her long lashes.

"I thought you knew a woman's heart is as changing as the seas?"

"Is that so? Care to prove that to me, darlin'."

She blushed, in spite of herself.

"Persuade me, Captain."

Jack's notorious hunger for carnal pleasure was growing rapidly by the second as their flirtation continued. He leaned in even closer so that his beard was almost touching her face. He could see the burgeoning desire in her bright eyes. They called to him like a siren from the sea.

"Oh, luv. From the looks of it, I don't need to persuade you. You see, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

She smiled and set her drink on the bar. She stood up. She leaned in closer, setting her hands on his shoulder. Warm whispers from her mouth sent him spiraling. He needed her. Never in his life had he admitted to needing a woman but he needed her.

"Persuade me," she seductively whispered in his ear as she walked away to the dark hallway that led to the exit.

He looked around to see if anyone noticed that he was indeed following her and not the other way around. He was after all, Captain Jack Sparrow. He strolled outside looking for her.

"Oh, Captain Sparrow," he heard her alluring voice call from the side alley between the club and O'Malley's Pub.

She was bathed in moonlight, leaning against the brick wall. She winked at him and with her forefinger, motioned for him to come closer. He did.

"Persuade me," she repeated as her fingers toyed with his chest hairs visible from his low barely buttoned up shirt.

Her touch was driving him stark raving mad. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out before he gave in to this witch of a woman.

"You don't want to be doing that, luv. Could be dangerous."

"Oh don't I?" she replied, winking again.

She tugged lightly on his lapels pulling him closer to her. Not close enough that their lips were touching but just close enough to feel the heat radiating from their bodies.

"Aren't you the fearsome, Captain Jack Sparrow, who never stood down in the face of a challenge?" she asked before leaning her face forward to whisper hotly in is ear. "Persuade me, Captain."

She leaned back. Her head against the brick wall. Her eyes glowing with desire for him. Her fingers firmly grasped on his shirt. He could hear her low giggle as she bit her lip, waiting for him to respond in the way she wanted. His strong will was beginning to crumble and he fought hard not to let it, especially in front of a woman. And not just a woman. This particular woman, who set a flame within him that he wasn't prepared for.

'Bloody hell,' he thought as he watched her eyes.

Her unique, colorful eyes that had burned their image into his brain since the moment he held her in his arms and watched them as he gave her every pleasure she ached for. And now he had an aching for every pleasure she was offering.

He leaned in closer. His lips barely touching hers.

"Hmmm," he whispered.

Her body shivered as his low hum vibrated through her system.

"Persuade me," she whispered again as his lips closed in on hers.

His lips crashed into hers in a passionate release he'd been dreaming about since he stepped foot on the dock. His body pressed into hers as he relished in the feel of her luscious curves once again. His hands roved over her heaving breasts as she wrapped one nimble leg around his waist. The clash of their bodies sent him reeling. His other hand roamed down her side, inching her dress up higher.

"Looks like someone missed me, too," she whispered against his lips as she felt the evidence of his arousal for her.

His lips trailed down to a special spot on her neck that he liked.

"'Ole Jack can't resist a pretty girl, you know."

He heard her low, almost nefarious-like, laugh as she pulled his face up to look at her directly.

"Just any pretty girl, Captain?" she seductively asked, already knowing the answer as she began unbuttoning his shirt and his trousers.

Her lips found his neck.

"Admit it, Jack."

Her lips moved to the other side of his neck and crept up to his ear.

"It's me that you desire most," she whispered.

His eyes rolled back in his head. He couldn't take it anymore. This woman had done what no other woman had. He was crumbling at her feet. He needed her. He pinned her arms over her head up against the wall and assaulted her mouth with deep kisses.

"Persuade you, eh?" he said in between kisses. "Persuade you, I shall."

His pants already unbuttoned, he pressed his pelvis into hers, gyrating and shimmying enough that they fell to the ground. He hiked up her dress as her arms wrapped around his neck. He watched her eyes as he finally drove himself inside her. Her beautiful, hypnotizing eyes. Her vivid dreamy eyes that he got lost in, ached for.

"Oh, Jack," she moaned. "Say it. Say, I'm the one you want."

"Mmm. You're the one I want, luv," he whispered back.

"Say my name, Jack. Say my name."

She begged him with her eyes, too. She wanted to hear her name from his mouth. That was want she desired most.

"Jack. Jack. Jack. Jack."

Just as he was about to reach the peak of his pleasure and shout her name...

"Wake up, Jack! Gibbs needs you!"

Will's voice brought him spiraling back to reality. As he blinked a few times to gather his wits, he realized that he was still on the Pearl. Save for Will's rude awakening, he was alone in his cabin. It had all been a dream. A recurring, torturous dream he'd continued to have on this latest run for Sultan.

"Oh, bugger off. You deal with it," Jack responded, throwing his sheet over his face, wanting desperately – surprisingly – to return to his dreams...of her.

"I tried that. He said he'd only speak to the Captain."

Jack sighed and threw the sheets over as he hopped out of bed.

"Very well then. Tell Gibbs I will be up shortly."

Will nodded and left the captain's cabin.

Will made his way back to the galley where he was when Gibbs made the call. He wasn't too thrilled about the request either. He was preparing breakfast for their passenger, Jane Porter, when Gibbs' hollered. Jane had been sent to Africa to work with the researchers at the wildlife rescue that saved Kovu. She was returning with Kovu and several other rescued big cats. Will and Jack were not expecting another passenger – a female passenger at that but Will soon learned that Jane was a pleasure.

On the voyage to Africa, Will had lain awake at night, kicking himself for the way he had left things with Anya. He hated that he had made a move too soon and although she did turn to him when she needed a friend, he knew that he would mean nothing more to her beyond that. His childhood crush would remain in the past.

When they arrived in Africa to begin the transport, Jack and Will were surprised to find that along with several species of big cats, including the lion Kovu, Jane Porter was also along for the ride. At first, both Jack and Will thought having a woman aboard would be bad luck, but Jane's presence was different. Every morning they'd share oatmeal and coffee together and he learned more about her profession. Jane and Will didn't exactly move in the same circles back in Fantasia so he had never really had the opportunity to know her or what she was like beyond the facts that her father was a top professor at Disney University and that she was cousins with Belle Maurice and had once dated Gaston LeFou.

As the trip went on, he grew to look forward to their morning talks in the galley and afternoon strolls along the deck. He found her passion for wildlife and animal social behavior fascinating – even when she was embarrassed at times how much she talked about it. He found that he could listen to her for hours.

And this morning he was planning on doing just that.

When he returned to the galley, he was surprised to find her already there, fixing herself something.

"Good morning, Jane. Here, let me help you."

She blushed as he picked up where she left off with the bowl of oatmeal and berries.

"Oh, Will, that's so nice of you. You don't have to."

"I insist. You sit down. Relax. Tell me how is Kovu this morning?"

She sighed contentedly and sat down at an empty table.

"Well, he's definitely ready to be out of that hold, that's for sure. How much longer until we reach Fantasia?"

He brought the bowl to the table to join her and sat down.

"Should be by tomorrow. We are on a tight deadline. Apparently there is going to be a big welcoming party at the pier."

Her blue eyes grew wide.

"Oh, how exciting. I'm glad, I'll get to be there for the celebrations this time. I feel like I've been away for ages."

Will smiled as she took a bite of her oatmeal. These days alone on the ship had been quite nice and he almost didn't want it to end.

Anya couldn't wait for Will to return. She had appreciated Flynn and Aladdin's friendship and company as she uncovered more about her past, but they weren't a replacement for Will. She was lying in her bed in her lonely room in Adam Beastman's cavernous manor, tossing and turning, praying to find some sleep. She thought of sneaking out to stay at Will's but even though she would be more comfortable she would feel just as lonely.

She hugged her pillow tight wondering if dissuading Will's advances was the right decision. She missed him terribly since he'd left. He was her closest friend and the one person she could trust the most and while she didn't want to ruin that bond, she also questioned whether it was the right decision.

A noise from the hallway distracted her from her thoughts. She heard two sets of footsteps in the hall, seemingly coming from Adam's room. She crept out of bed and tiptoed to her door. She cracked it open to see what was going on. In the dim hallway light, she saw the glowing silhouettes of two male figures in an embrace.

'Charming's back," she thought.

Curiosity got the best of her and she continued to watch the encounter, hoping to hear something – but she didn't know what.

"I wish you didn't have to go so soon," she heard Adam whisper as they separated.

Charles brought Adam's hands to his lips.

"I know. I wish I could stay, too. But I am making a speech tomorrow and I have to prepare."

"Ah yes, the announcement of Judge Claude Frollo to your team. I forgot."

"Don't make that face. You're the one who set this up."
"I know. I know. I just wish it didn't keep you away so often. I miss you."

"I miss you, too. But I want to be mayor."

"I know. And I will do anything to help you get there."

"I appreciate it."
"Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Adam, don't do this. We've already tempted fate too much since the campaign launch party."

Adam sighed heavily.

"Damn this campaign. I just want to be with you!"

"Adam, we've been through this. I have an image to maintain. And a campaign to run. Fantasia needs me."

"I need you."

"Adam, I have to go."

"Please don't, Charles."

"I'm sorry."

Adam stood there watching Charles' shadow disappear into the darkness of the hallway. Anya couldn't tell but she was almost sure that Adam was crying. Feeling a twinge of heartbreak herself at the moment, she definitely empathized with what he was going through. And just when her heart said maybe all that Derek and her mother had been telling her about him was wrong, Adam slammed his fist hard into the wall and screamed. It was the most terrifying, monstrous sound she had ever heard another human make. And then as if nothing happened at all, Adam returned to his room.

Anya slowly closed her bedroom door without a sound and locked it tight, knowing that she wasn't going to find sleep tonight or any night as long as she was under Adam's roof.