Hello everyone. Here is chapter 6 and I added a few words here and there in previous chapters too, but nothing drastic. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I enjoyed writing it. Read and review!

Tallulah's evening:

An hour or so earlier-

After a warm, soothing bath, the twin's maids helped the two into their nightdresses ready for a much-welcomed night of restful sleep.

"I could sleep for days, I'm so tired." Tallulah drearily called to her sister from the mirror, brushing her golden tresses, half-heartedly.

"Well, I'm exhausted, and it wasn't me who almost fell to her death today. I can't imagine how you must feel." Lizzie said sympathetically.

"Well you were proposed to. By Commodore James Norrington. Ew!" Tallulah grimaced.

"Stop it Lula. James is a fine man. It is a very smart match … He is what any woman would dream of marrying." Lizzie defended.

"Yes … but not you. Your dreams are of a certain, young, blacksmith. Are they not?" Lula asked, and then added when Lizzie said nothing, "William is a fine man too."

"Yes he is." Lizzie murmured.

Tallulah finished brushing her hair and proceeded to dance across the aged wooden floor of their bedroom, over to Elizabeth's large four-poster bed. She flopped down, into the puffy folds next to her best friend, wrapping her arms lovingly around Lizzie's shoulders.

"You don't have to marry him, you know?" Tallulah quietly suggested. "Will is always asking after you and talking about you. He is absolutely smitten."

"Father would never allow it." Elizabeth miserably mumbled.

"So what! It is your life, never mind what father allows." Tallulah hotly argued.

"But I do mind." Elizabeth said glumly.

The twins fell into long, comfortable, silence as they thought the problem over.

Breaking the silence Tallulah exclaimed, "Captain Jack Sparrow! … Ahhh!"

The sisters broke into fits of infectious giggles.

"I've never seen anyone like him in my entire life." Lizzie admitted.

"Of course you haven't. He was bloody gorgeous. He practically exuded sexiness. GOD!"

"LULA!" Lizzie gasped at her sister's outspokenness.

"What? I can't help it. I was rescued by, none other than the notorious, handsome, sexy, Captain Jack Sparrow! I could die now, and know that my life is complete." Lula joked.

"Well … he was rather attractive. Do you suppose all the stories we've read about him are true?"

"I don't know … probably not, but I don't care … Wow! Each time I close my eyes I see him standing there, all wet and rugged. … Did you notice his eyes; they were like nothing I've seen in my entire life, so expressive and warm, like liquid chocolate. Oh and his lips, they were perfectly shaped and they were so soft when he whispered in my ear … ahhh. His scruffy beard and moustache was so damn sexy, wasn't it?... So manly and seductive. He was a proper man, a real man. Not all pristine and done up, natural. … I almost forgot about how tightly he was pressing himself against me. It was so exhilarating. Did I tell you about his hands? They were so cute and sexy; can hands be sexy? I think they can, because his were, definitely. Oh my God, I can't stop thinking about him!"

"I can tell!" Lizzie giggled. "You are completely taken with him."

"I know." She sighed. "Gosh, he was so … I have no words!"

"Well all I can say, Is that Captain Jack Sparrow will forever have my gratitude, as it was he who rescued my darling little sister from a tragic death. I don't know what I would of done with myself if he hadn't been there." Lizzie gushed as she wove her slender arms around Lula. "Although I suppose he did threaten your life too."

"I'm not really your little sister, Lizzie. You are only and hour older."

"It doesn't matter, I will always see you as my little sister, Lula. I feel as if I will have to keep you out of trouble forever. I mean, who else could fall off the top of a battlement, only to be rescued by a infamous pirate captain?" The girls giggled, remembering the events of the morning.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, dreaming of pirate captains and medallions.

An hour or so later, the two sisters were awoken by the sound of cannons, filtering through their slightly ajar bedroom window.

"What in God's name is that?" Lula exclaimed, frightened. The sisters linked arms and crept across their dark bedroom, to the open window. The sight they saw, they never forgot. Their hometown being devoured and destroyed by the cannons of the magnificent black vessel the girls had first seen on the crossing from England.

"It can't be the same ship!" Lizzie said.

"It is, Lizzie!"

"Well … what do we do?"

"I don't know, I suppose we try and get to the fort." Lula shakily offered, grasping her sister's hand.

"Yes, yes. The fort. … Lula, where is the medallion?"

"I put it back in its draw."

"Okay. Put your robe on, Tallulah. You can't go wandering around in that sheer nightdress." Lizzie ordered as she moved to the bedside drawers and extracted the golden pirate medallion.

"Lizzie … what now?" she questioned her sister, who seemed to have taken control, after slipping the pretty floral robe over her rather see-through nightdress.

Elizabeth took both of her sister's hands, "Go to Father's room and see if he is in there, okay? Then meet me down stairs in the foyer. Understand?"

"Of course I understand Lizzie, I'm not a fool. Go find Father, then meet you. I've got it; it is not complicated. … Don't you think we should stay together?"

"I'm only going to find Estrella, Lula, I won't be far." Lizzie assured her worried sister. "Go on, I'll see you in a few minutes."

Tallulah slid her feet into her night shoes and crept out of the bedroom door, with one last look at Elizabeth slipping the pirate medallion around her neck and down the front of her nightdress.

The younger twin nervously slipped down the dark corridor to her Father's room. She froze outside the doors when she heard sounds from behind it. Thinking it was her father; she pushed open the left door and whispered, "Father? … Father?" She once again froze as she saw two filthy, repulsive pirates riffling through her father's possessions.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here Twigg. A rather beautiful young lass, ours for the taking!" the darker haired one said to the other who was wearing a ratty cap.

An hour later, in the cell with Jack:

"… then they dragged me down here, now you know the whole story. Enjoy it, Captain?"

Jack scoffed and added "Twigg and Koehler always were blithering idiots, not that bright, you know?"

"Wait. You know them? I mean, personally?" Tallulah inquired.

"You could say that. The Pearl, The Black Pearl, well, she's mine."

"What!" she gasped in shock.

"No, you misunderstand. She is mine, but she isn't under my command and this present moment in time." Jack explained.

"What does that mean, Jack?" Tallulah asked, once again calm.

"Well, love, I used to be the Captain of the Pearl, near ten years ago now, but I was viciously mutinied against and left to die on a God forsaken spit of land."

"Of course! I already knew that." Tallulah realised suddenly.

"What, love?"

"Oh, um, well, I've read about you and your adventures. Elizabeth and I would read your stories by candlelight, late at night in secret. You see our Father disapproves of our interest and fascination with pirates. Apparently they are vile and dissolute creatures, but I think differently. In my experience they are polite, interesting, noble, handsome, and willing to dive into the unknown to save a stranger." Tallulah smiled, giving Jack a glimpse at her perfectly straight, white teeth.

Blushing slightly at her compliments Jack said, "Only some are as charming as me, love. I am one of a kind. But noble? Really?" He grinned a gold smile at Tallulah.

"Yes, I think so." Lula said sincerely.

After a pause, "You have a fascination with pirates, you say, love?" Jack mused, stroking his beard mockingly.

"You could say that, I suppose." Tallulah replied, now embarrassed at her earlier slip up.

"No love, you said that." Jack chuckled, enjoying the slight pink blush he was painting on Tallulah's cheeks.

"Jack!" Tallulah complained, "Stop … please?"

"Alright, alright. But do you?" not letting the topic slide. "You and your sister … Elizabeth right? The girl down at the docks this morning?"

"Yes, that was Elizabeth, and yes we have always shared an interest for pirates, since we were young … for me the attraction is the freedom you have, to go wherever you want, just because you want to. I dream of that." This hit a nerve in Jack's heart, she wanted freedom, just like he had always searched for.

"Well this pirate, right now, has no freedom whatsoever." Jack commented, gesturing to their surroundings. Tallulah had almost forgotten they were locked in a prison cell; she was far too preoccupied with staring into Jack's liquid chocolate eyes.

"Oh, right. I forgot about that." She chuckled. "Wait … how did you end up in here, the last time I saw you, you were making a very successful escape?"

"Well, through a string of unforeseeable events I got myself knocked out by a drunk blacksmith's empty bottle." Jack said looking ashamed.

Tallulah giggled, "How did you manage that?"

"Well, after I made my rather elegant escape from Norrington, I went to the blacksmith to rid myself of those abominating chains. After succeeding, a stupid whelp of a boy came wandering in and halted my path to freedom. After a very impressive battle, on my part, I got a bottle smashed over my head, rendering my skills with a sword completely useless, and I got thrown rather rudely in this filthy cell, ready for the town's amusement in the morning." Jack finished with a rather troubled expression adorning his face, which Tallulah thought quite adorable.

Giggling Tallulah asked, after his story had sunk in, "This stupid whelp of a boy wouldn't happen to have silly brown floppy hair, be of medium height, rather skinny and walk around with a bemused expression an his face like everything he sees confuses him?"

"Yes, yes. That's him." Jack confirmed. "You know him?"

"Well, yes. He is one of my closest friends, to be honest." Tallulah replied still giggling at the image of the two battling it out in the blacksmith.

"Oh. Now that you mention it, I do recall him mentioning you." Jack realised.

"He did? What did he say?" Tallulah asked, now calm.

"Um I think he said something like, 'You threatened Miss Swann!' then I said 'Only a little' then the fight ensued." Jack recalled, holding back laughter.

Laughing loudly now, Tallulah forced out, "That's Will. Always the gentleman, that's for sure, and melodramatic. That boy is always getting himself into difficult situations."

"You say he is one of your closest friends, however you haven't once asked if he is okay, why is that?" Jack inquired.

Lula shifted closer to Jack, "I don't need to ask, I know. Will is the most skilled swordsman I have ever seen. If I could not see that you are unharmed, I would be asking if you were hurt."

"I see. Well Tallulah I happen to be highly trained in the art of swordplay." Jack spoke as he too, edged towards Tallulah.

"Obviously." She smiled, "I also happen to be greatly skilled with a sword." She added

"You? No way!" Jack said disbelieving.

"Don't look so shocked Jack. William teaches me, every so often. I admit I am not as skilled as him, but I'm close. I had always wanted to learn, and one day I walked in on Will practicing and insisted that he teach me. Of course in secret, because no proper lady should feel the need to defend herself, and swords are far too dangerous to be anywhere near a woman. That is the answer I got from my Father the one time I asked him why girls didn't learn." Tallulah explained.

"I think it is a smart move. Just because women don't fight with swords, doesn't mean they can't die on them."

"Yes. I agree."

Hours passed like minutes to the couple locked in the dimly lit prison cell. They talked about everything and anything, edging closer and closer, until they were leaning against the wall, arm-to-arm, with their legs stretched out in front of them. The cell had become rather chilly during the night and Jack's hand was strung around Tallulah shoulders, her head resting on his chest; neither remembered how or when it had happened.

They talked about the Black Pearl, the mutiny, and Jack's life since. He told her the true stories of his adventures and his life of piracy. He also told her of the curse and the medallion after she asked him how he recognised the trinket the day before. Jack had never talked so much in his life; he had never opened up to anyone. He talked about his mother and father, and Shipwreck Cove. The Pirate Lords were discussed and Tallulah's knowledge of all things piratey came in handy, as she seemed to understand most of it without much explaining. He felt completely at ease with Lula, he felt he could tell her anything and everything.

Tallulah told Jack of her life in England and her mother. They talked about the exciting events on the crossing from England. She told him about the boring Port Royal. About Elizabeth and the twins' interests, Tallulah's favourite places, and places she dreamed of going. Her favourite colours and her favourite foods, Jack admitted he rarely got a decent meal. She told Jack about Elizabeth's proposal from the Commodore and how Lula thought he was vile and dissolute, which Jack fervently agreed. About the mystery of Will and the love she felt for him, how he was the person she cared for most, after Elizabeth (earning a fair amount of jealous thoughts from Jack). Tallulah realised she completely trusted the pirate across from her; except for Elizabeth she had never told anyone so many personal things. The couple talked about insignificant and trivial matters as well; Jack's arrogance and Tallulah's outspokenness became personal inside jokes.

At some point in the very early hours of the morning Jack asked a very tired Tallulah, "Lulu?"

"Yes, Jack"

"What is your greatest desire? Deep in your heart?" he carefully asked.

Realising the seriousness in Jack's gentle voice, Tallulah shifted from her slumped position on Jack's chest so she could look into his beautiful face and liquid eyes. "What?"

"I mean, like a secret. What no one else knows? … What is it that you want most?" Jack murmured, as he got lost in Tallulah's impossible eyes.

"What I want most? … Freedom. … I want to be free. I long to do what I want, because I want it. Act on impulse alone. I want to feel what it is like. I hate being told what to do and what to wear, where to go and who to talk to. Why can't I just be left alone? I want to run crazily, not shuffle along slowly, directed by others. That is what I want most … freedom." Tallulah finished with a dreamy face and a sigh.

In the silence that followed, Jack's mind was yelling in joy. She was perfect, in every way. Like every inch of her was chiselled for him, and only for him. He felt as though God really had sent him his own personal angel.

"I've never told anyone that, Jack. Not even Elizabeth." Tallulah smiled.

Jack stayed silent, not trusting his lips at that moment.

"How about you? What do you want most?"

"Well. My desire is very complicated. If I were totally honest I would say that what I want most is the Pearl, but that isn't all of it. You see, love, the Black Pearl isn't just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails, that is what she needs, but what she is … what the Black Pearl really is … is freedom." Jack said with a wide smile, matching Lula's.

The pirate lord and the governor's daughter stared into each other's eyes for an immeasurable amount of time, it could have been seconds, minutes, even hours.

Without realising Captain Jack Sparrow had fallen just a little bit in love with Tallulah Alayna Swann, as had she.

Morning:

Jack awoke to find his Lulu's head resting in the centre of his chest, smiling down at her, he gently brushed the flaxen hair from her face and whispered her name to try and wake her. Jack carefully shook Tallulah's sleeping form, which successfully opened her eyes.

"Jack?" she sleepily murmured.

"Lulu, love. You have to wake up. I've got to find a way out of here or I'm going to hang." Jack casually explained.

"Oh my God! Jack they can't kill you now. Not after last night. I won't allow it!" Tallulah shrieked, fully awake now and facing a scruffy Jack.

"They certainly can kill me, but only if I'm still here. I need a way out." Jack looked around. "Where did those two halfwits leave the keys last night?"

"They took the keys with them, I saw as they left." Lula explained.

"Damn!" Jack cursed.

The sound of footsteps on the stone steps froze the two in fear. Tallulah clutched Jack's arm, begging God to let it not be a guard.

Thanks for reading. Please review if you wish. What do you think of this chapter? Do you understand everything? Do you think it works? I promise things will start to heat up soon, so hold on just a little longer.

Love Evangeline xxx