AN: Ok, I know this movie sucked, but I couldn't help but think, what if Bill (Capitan) had a really good friend on this trip with him. Well for starters, I don't own this movie or any characters in it. However, I do own my own person, Alex. ONLY. Well I'm gonna try and make this story/movie more interesting for you guys, so please review and help me out. This is my 3rd story, haven't had A LOT of luck, but some people have reviewed. OK well here it goes:

ALSO its X-Mas break so I might write a lot, I might not, but if you review I'll write a lot faster.

Chapter 1. The Story

"Ever since the day I was born, I was always hurt. Mentally and physically, I grew up in a pretty rough neighborhood in NY City. I always had some kind of bruise on me. I really never had a mother and my father was always drunk, yea I'm sure this sounds like the usual situation, but it's true. About 5 years ago my father started getting really abusive towards me, and finally one day I couldn't take it anymore. I hit him back, well to make a long story short, I won. Only because he was drunk off his ass and from watching all those martial art movies, I learned how to fight.

Anyways, he ended up in the hospital and I was on my own. 'Well shit' were the only words in my head at the time. I spent the rest of the month, which was only 13 days, living in my dad's apartment. I tried not to think about how long I could survive living like this, but as you know, it was inevitable. So one day I finally get the courage to pack my things and head to the nearest Air Field. It was about a days walk, I somehow managed.

When I got there, it looked like some hurricane had just ripped this hell hole to bits. But, comparing this to my house, it looked like heaven. I hear a ruble in an office about 10 feet away from me. I quietly walked up to the door and listened.

"What the hell am I goin to do for the next ten days? Where do you expect me to go?" screamed an angry voice on the other side. "Ametan, where the fuck is that?" There was a pause. "Fine, you fucker, I'll meet you there!" and he slammed the phone down. Where it landed I do not know.

Suddenly the door opened and the surprise it gave me sent me flying across the floor about 5 feet backwards. The man's eyes widen, "Well hello." A man about 5'7 stood in the doorway. He had a grungy looking shirt and well ripped pants. He looked about the age of 32 or late thirties. "Oh, I'm really sorry young lady, did you hear all that?" I nodded my head. He walked over to me, but I just moved farther back away from him. He stopped, "hey listen, I'm really sorry if I scared you in any way. If it makes you feel any better I have a daughter a little younger than you. She's at home right now." He said sincerely. "Are you telling the truth?" I asked cowardly. He bent down to meet my eyes, "I promise, now why are you here?"

I told him how I came to arrive there and how my father treated me. When I was done, I could see only sympathy in his eyes. "Where is your father now?" he asked sternly. "Well, he's in the hospital now, but I don't know when he will start looking for me again." I started to cry. All he could do was hold this poor girl in his arms. "Hey, I have an idea, how about I take you to Borneo, I know a man there, and he'll take good care of you." I looked at him with a scared expression. "No worries, I met him while I was in the Special Forces with him, he was one of my good friends and would trust him with my life. He lives down there and owns a boat, and I'm sure he could use a little help taking care of it." He smiled. "When do we leave?" was all my reply, with just a hint of happiness.

About 6 hours later, (AN: I really don't know the actual time so please just go with me on this one.) we arrived on a dirt strip. I got out with the help of Tim, which was his name that I found out 4 hours into the ride. We made our way into the city and towards the harbor. I gazed my eyes onto beautiful boats, some were polished and nice, some were, well crappy, but all in all I was happy to be there. We kept walking until we came upon probably the ugliest ship at the docks.

"Tim!" came a voice from inside the cabin. "Bill my old friend, how have you been?" Tim asked. "Never been better yourself, how's Jane and Christine?" "Both are good, Christine is starting to play basketball and Jane is working at a local hospital. But the real reason I came here was to introduce you to a young friend of mine, she had an issue back in New York so I brought her here to help you fix up your boat."

He looked at me, "Tim, I'm sorry I can't take care of a child, I mean what would I do with her, she isn't strong enough to left things and from the looks of her she doesn't know how to defend herself." True, I was scrawny looking, but I had plenty of training running down those scary alleys to my home, well now ex-home. I mean I was only 13, but I'm sure I could lift some stuff.

"Bill, come with me." Tim ushered Bill away from me. I could barely hear them talking.

"Bill, please, she has no home and life back there. Please Bill, try and think about someone other than yourself, think of how much you could make a difference in her life. All I ask of you is to just watch over her a little, get to know her by god sakes she's 13! She can lift some things, and if not get her in shape. I know you're good at that." Tim smirked. "Well you've got a point there; I guess I could use her to help me with the boat. So fine, I'll do it." He sighed.

They turned around, Tim was smiling, and Bill was sort of smiling. Tim walked up to me, "We agreed, well I guess this is goodbye." He gave me a hug, as soon as he touched me, I tensed up. Bill looked in surprise at what he witnessed, this girl had been abused. Tim slowly let go, "Don't worry you'll get over the feeling of being hurt, and you'll have a great life here with Bill. I promise." He smiled. "Well, I'm sorry guys I have to go meet my boss in some weird city but I hope you guys the best of luck." And with one last smile, he turned and walked away. My first REAL friend was leaving me.

I looked at his retreating form. "Well let's get you settled in." Bill said with a monotone voice. I followed him into his boat. That evening, we sat down and talked for what seemed like hours. Mostly stories about him what he did while in the Special Forces. Some of those stories I knew he regretted. Then the topic came to me, I told of my past life and how I was treated and such. When I was done, he just stared at me. Then he asked how I could take all that pain and suffering. I couldn't answer without crying, but he looked into my eyes and just broke. He took me in his arms and whispered in my ear, "I'll never let anything hurt you ever again, I will protect you always and never, let anything happen to you."

And to this day he has kept his promise; it's been 5 year since that day. I am now 18, standing about 5'4 with about shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair, and brown eyes that could pull off any lie in a second. I know the ropes of the boating industry as well as gambling. And a little martial arts training from my captain, well mainly he is more like a brother to me. He taught me everything he knows."

"That wass a great sstory, I haf to admit that was one of my favorites." The drunken man across from me slurred out. "Well I'm glad you liked it, and you know what I'm glad I can trust you. For two reasons, one, you're drunk and two, you wont remember anything I said when you wake up tomorrow morning." I smiled. He was about to say something when he collapsed onto the floor.

"Well that was exciting, drunks are so funny." I laughed as I got up out of my chair and started to make my way to J, and as I was walking I accidentally bumbed into a lady. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm really clumsy." I apologized; she was definitely American from the looks of her. "Oh it's alright." She said nicely. Only then did I notice that someone was staring at me, I caught his eye, American too. He was quite cute with his wet brown hair and blue eyes. I quickly averted my gaze and continued walking. I got to J's table, "Hey J I'm gonna go get some shut eye." I said; Bill just nodded. I had gone along with his new nickname business but I just preferred to just call him J.

As I was walking out, I could barely hear his name being called out. I would go back and help him with probably another dumb drunk looking for a fight but I'm just too damn lazy.

The next morning I wake to see it raining, like it has been for the past month. I walk out to see if J is bruised in anyway only to see a group of people standing outside the boat on the docks. I see J, "Hey J, who the hell are these people?" I yell, and I then steer my eyes to the man I saw in the bar last night, and those blue eyes staring right back at me.

Cliffy I know, but please tell me what you think, I'm dying to know! Ok well everyone have a merry Christmas and happy holidays!