"So love? What's yer wager, then?"

Elizabeth slowly backed up towards the wall, eying the pirate before her carefully. He matched her steps with a small sneer, his dark eyes cautious and calculating.

"Jack, stop. This is...this is madness. I said I was sorry." she whispered, now pressed against the hull with no where else to run. If she screamed for help, would anyone hear her? Would anyone care?

But...did she want to scream? Did she want someone to come and take her away from this, from him?

"Ah. An' yet ye said that ye weren't. Curious." He stopped in front of her, his hands coming to rest on either side of her head. "An answer, if ye please, Miss Swann."

She inhaled sharply, her hands coming up to push lightly against his chest.

"If I win..." She suddenly stiffened, arching her back as he lowered his head, kissing along her shoulder, the sleeve of her shirt having fallen down her arm to present him with a golden opportunity. Her hands found his hair. "If I win...I get your rum. All of it. For a month. And you? You get none."

"My rum!?" Jack lifted his head, widening his eyes at her before he narrowed them. "This is what bloody got you in this position in the first place."

Elizabeth smiled a little.

"It was not my fault I dropped the rum and "wasted" it. You were the one who just had to grab my waist from behind. It startled me."

He snorted. "Excuses, excuses, Lizzie dear." He chuckled. "That's beside the point. You wouldn't take my rum away from me, would you?" He stared into her eyes, pouting a little, but she resisted.

"I could, I would, and I will. When I win our little bet."

"If you win it." he snorted.

"No, Captain Sparrow, when I win it." She slipped under his arm, laughing. "And maybe, just maybe, I'll be generous and grant what you want from me anyways."

Elizabeth stopped in her tracks, glanced back at him, then grinned. His eyes widened, and then he followed her, a swagger in his step as he took the stairs, two at a time, to catch up with her.