Jack placed his hand over his cheek as one of the two, er......ladies in front of him, slapped his face, before the pair of them stormed off, back towards one of the many inns that were illuminated in the night, by the multitude of candles that offered light and warmth to any that may be stumbling around the still busy, but dark streets. Tortuga one of those places that never seemed to totally sleep. There always somewhere you could find a bottle of rum, a tankard of ale, or a supple bosom that would keep a man company, for the right price, of course. And that was exactly why Jack usually found himself back on the island.

"Friends of yours..........?" A voice asked from behind him. Jack stiffening slightly at the sound.

"Never seen them before in my life......" Jack retorted, as he slowly turned around. Grimacing slightly, as he saw the woman that leaned up against the wooden post on the Tortuga docks.

"Funny that. It looked to me like they knew you very well; especially the one that slapped you. Goodness knows I've felt like slapping you on more than one occasion, myself." She continued, as she pushed herself away from the post and made her way over to him. Jack doing his best to cover all his pockets, as she got closer.

"Jack.........I wouldn't steal from you........"

"You have done in the past.........." He countered, backing up slightly, as she got even closer.

"Alright, fine........but never when you were in the street and fully clothed. When I stole from you, you were asleep and naked in bed, your clothes in a pile on the floor. And all I ever took were little keepsakes, to remember our wonderful time together. Because they were wonderful times......weren't they Jack.........?" She retorted, as she moved to be right in front of him, pressing her body against his. A smile coming to his lips, as his eyes firmly set themselves on her ample bosom that he could just see under the lose fitting white shirt that covered her. His fingers flexing as he thought about moving the shirt so that he could get a better look, before wrapping his arms around her waist and whisking her off somewhere he could find himself in bed and naked again. Though he did have to think about whether he had anything on him, that he was not prepared to lose.......?

(Y/n) was the best pickpocket he had ever met. Whether in Tortuga, Port Royal, or anywhere else in the Caribbean; anyone with an unguarded pocket with a purse of gold in it, was guaranteed to lose it without knowing. The woman not only having the quickest, lightest fingers he had ever seen; but an amazing ability to somehow not been seen, unless she wanted to. An amazing ability to blend in with any crowd that surrounded her, be they the well to do in Port Royal, or the rough and tumble crowd, that staggered through the streets, drunk, with a whore under their arms, in Tortuga. That, and she was more than easy on the eye. All of her was more than easy on the eye.

"Oh, you still have this thing.........." (Y/n) suddenly said. Jack shaking the thoughts of her being naked and beneath him from his mind, as he realised that she was no longer pressed up against him and had his compass in her hands. The pickpocket shaking the small box, before opening it.

"Still doesn't work, you know that don't you?" She continued, shaking it again, only to find that it continued to point in the same direction. The pickpocket looking between the little arrow that always seemed to point in the direction Jack was, whenever she got her hands on it, and Jack. Closing the top, before throwing the broken compass back to the pirate. Jack catching it and hiding it.

"You are up to something, (Y/n). What..........?" The pirate captain asked, as he brushed off the compass. Opening it and quickly closing it again, as it told him what he already knew.

"Jack, that is so rude. I just happen to find myself in Tortuga, and I heard that a certain little Sparrow was in port, and I thought I would come and say hello. Catch up on old times. See what Captain Jack Sparrow was up to........" She replied, moving out of the way of a drunk man as he staggered through the two. Jack doing his best to not smile, as clasped between her fingers suddenly appeared some coins that had obviously come from the bedraggled man's open pocket. The pickpocket smiling broadly before placing the coins in her own vest.

"And............?" Jack finally asked. Waiting for her to continue.

"And what........? Is that not enough? Would you not like us to get reacquainted Jack? Would you not like to catch up on old times.........?" (Y/n) asked. Rolling her eyes as Jack gave her a look. The two knowing one another well enough, to know that there was always some ulterior motive. Not that Jack was averse to catching up on old times with her, later; but for now........

"Fine........I have a little proposition for you, Jack.......I happen to come across something a while ago during my travels. Something that, dropped into my lap, shall we say, and it caused me to instantly think of you; as to retrieve the something that is shown on said item, requires a ship and the best captain on the Seven Seas. A captain that isn't afraid of a little something........different.......dangerous..........." (Y/n) smiling as she noticed the look on Jack's face. Knowing that she had piqued his curiosity. The pirate quickly trying to cover it.

"What............? And how dangerous......?"

"Oh no. This is not something to discuss where there could be just anyone listening. This is something that needs to be spoken of in private, and I know just the place." (Y/n) told him, as she took his arm. Jack smiling, as his eyes once more fell on her bosom; the front of her shirt having been opened just enough to ensure that he was distracted, and didn't notice as her fingers dipped into his pocket. A small smile pulling at the corner of her lips, as she found some unguarded coins.

"And to show that I have only the best intentions, the first drink is on me, Jack.........." The pickpocket continued, before pulling the pirate captain into the night.