WARNING: This Chapter is rated "Mature" for some mild, but nonetheless adult, content.
"Idiot. He has nowhere to go but back to the noose. What's your plan of action, sir?" asked one of Norrington's men.
Norrington did not answer and Governor Swann said, "Perhaps on the rare occasion pursuing the right course demands an act of piracy, piracy itself can be the right course?"
Norrington turned to Will and unsheathed his sword. "Mr. Turner. This is a beautiful sword. I would expect the man who made it to show the same care and devotion in every aspect of his life."
"So, this is the path you've chosen, is it? After all…he is a blacksmith," the Governor asked Elizabeth.
"No," she took off Will's hat. "He's a pirate." Will cupped her face and kissed her lovingly as the Governor walked away.
As Will and Elizabeth kissed, Rachel climbed up onto the battlement, hitched up her dress, and jumped in after Jack. He was treading water waiting for her and together they swam to the Pearl.
Once onboard Jack asked Gibbs, "I thought you were supposed to keep to the Code."
"We figured they were more actual…guidelines," he shrugged.
"Thank you," Jack said as Cotton handed him his hat.
"Captain Sparrow," he turned to Rachel who held his coat in her hands. "The Black Pearl is yours," she said with a smile as she put the coat around his shoulders.
Jack walked over to the helm and looked around fondly. "On deck, you scabrous dogs! Man the braces! Let down and haul to run free. Now...bring me that horizon." He hummed as he took out his compass. "And really bad eggs…drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!"
Once the Black Pearl was out on the open sea again, Jack surrendered the helm to Gibbs. He walked over to Rachel who was standing at the rail of the ship, taking in the turquoise expanse of ocean that lay before them. He pulled her to him in a kiss when he remembered something. He pulled the shoulder of her dress down to see the gash that the pirate made in the cave on Isla de Muerta. Her bandages were sodden from her swim to the Pearl and the strenuous activity had caused the injury to bleed again. "You need to get that taken care of, darling." Much to her surprise, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his cabin. It certainly wasn't like Jack to literally sweep a lady off her feet.
Once inside the cabin, Jack set Rachel on the bed and slowly removed her soaked dress. She now wore only a dressing gown. He sat next to her and took her injured arm. She jumped slightly when he ripped open the sleeve of the dressing gown with his strong hands, leaving the arm naked. He gently removed the bandages, revealing the nasty gash. "This looks painful, love," he said, meeting her eyes.
Rachel looked up at him and nodded but said nothing. With her other arm she gently reached up and placed a hand on his cheek, remembering again the moment she thought she had lost him.
"What is it?" he asked, sensing she was troubled. He took her other hand in his own.
She bit her lip, willing herself not to get emotional. "Jack, I thought I had lost you... again. I couldn't bear that thought… I still can't," she said, flinging herself in his arms.
Jack held her in his arms, comforting her. "No worries, love. Jack Sparrow isn't going anywhere," he said softly. He placed a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him before kissing her tenderly. He then grew serious. "I… when Barbossa had his sword at your throat…" he stumbled over his words.
"What is it, Jack?"
Finally he let it out, in true Jack fashion, dramatics and all. "I never imagined feeling this way about anyone. Every time I'm with you, I'm overwhelmed…I'm intoxicated…and not because of the rum…the rum is good, of course, but…the rum isn't you! I… I love you."
"I love you too, Jack."
Jack nodded and set to work cleaning and redressing the wound. As he tied the last of the bandages in place, Rachel winced at the pressure on the gash. "Sorry, love." He got up and walked over to a drawer and pulled out some clothes and handed them to Rachel. "Until we can get you some more of your own," he said.
"Thank you." He turned to leave so she could undress. "Don't go," she said, standing up and grabbing his arm. She pulled him to her and placed his hand on her back. The dressing gown tied in the back and she certainly couldn't easily get out of it on her own, not to mention she had an injured arm. She turned in his arms so that her back was facing him and he began to untie the gown. With his arms wrapped around her, Jack pushed the gown down over her shoulders and chest. His hand brushed against her breast but instead of moving it, he let it linger a moment. "Captain, I think you've strayed into uncharted territory," she said, turning halfway to glance over her shoulder at him.
"Well, forgive me for being so fascinated with such a treasure as yourself, love," he said with a roguish grin. She turned around to face him and he leaned in to kiss her, one hand still atop her breast. His other hand slid across her back, pulling the dress down to her waist and then letting it fall to the floor. Rachel grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. She pulled him to her, pressing her chest against his. He gently pushed her down onto the bed, running his hands along her back and then through her brunette locks before laying her down on the silken sheets.