It's Jack and Tia/Calypso, and is absolutely beautiful. Find chapter one HERE.
With meaning she placed both hands on his shoulders, sensing the physical strength of his arms and the hedonic nature held inside his body, forceful as a storm and too obvious for comfort. Her hands traveled up his neck, the lagoon of his voice, to his face and mouth. A clever mouth, sardonic and enticing… a face seemingly too genuine to have been raised by a pirate. “Have ye known a woman before, Jack?”
Don't walk, run!