Chapter 1

A Late Night Acquaintance

The cool night air smelt heavily of salt. The open French doors forcing the surrounding white curtains to flap erratically. The thundering rain coming through and drenching them as well as much of the room.

Inside there were two figures. One on the bed, a woman, breathing heavily in fear and awe of the other, a man, standing in the middle of the room. He stood proud and tall, a sword in either hand and he stared at her in shock.

A crack of thunder outside startled them both, causing the women to clutch at the blanket surrounding her more closely. It had been a hot night until the rain had come. Witheringly so. She had gone to bed in the lightest shift she had and only a thin sheet on the bed to try and keep cool.

It was safe to say that she was now regretting that decision as she was sure the stranger could see more then was decent. The man slowly lowered his blades when he recognised the fear in the women's eyes, sliding them both into their scabbards.

Suddenly a stroke of bravery ran through the women and, rather boldly, she called out to him, "who are you? What are you doing here you, pirate!"

A sly grin slid onto the man's face before he bowed mockingly towards her, "don't you recognise me? I'd have thought it was obvious, I'm Captain Curse. The one and only high lord of the sea and all that it holds," he stood up and took a calculated step forward, ignoring the next stroke of thunder that pierced the night, "but I'm but more interested in who you are. M'lady."

The women snorted before she could stop herself. There was something about being called a lady that had always amused her. She was anything but really. Just an average woman who got the benefit of living off inherited money, a shame to her family's name some would say.

The pirate raised a singular eyebrow, curious about what kind of lady would willingly snort. Clearly this was not the high born that he had been expecting to live in such a large, expensive, house.

"Well, Captain Curse, what gives you the right to have a fake name? I shall not give you mine unless you give me your real name," the woman claimed, trying to not let her own voice shake. She was holding up remarkably well for someone who was scared out of her mind but, nevertheless, she was determined to not die tonight.

Pirates could be awfully unpredictable though.

Why does he have to be so deliciously good looking? The woman thought to herself as she waited for his reply.

To be fair, she was right. The man was very well built. Clearly the life of a pirate suited him. The muscles in his arms spoke of his power when welding the blades that he carried. His saturated shirt showed quite clearly the defined abdomen that most men envied and most women drooled over.

His powerful stance indicated that he liked to be in control, something that the women was quickly finding very, attractive.

"I have very little time my dear, the crew pillages this town as we speak," the woman gasped though nothing could make her quite more terrified then she already was, "but I am drawn to you. I have never felt inclined to tell anyone my real name, for fear that some would abuse it. I'm sure you know just how much power a name can hold these days, but I am astoundingly curious about what yours is," he moved closer, out of the rain that was still pouring through the open doors.

"My name is Ryan, Ryan Evans. Now, pray tell, what is yours?"

Her voice let her down as he drew closer, suddenly shaking as she introduced herself, "I'm Kelsi, Kelsi Nielsen," she left out the part about her title. Really she was a woman of status, but here, next to this man who simply oozed power. She didn't think she could muster the courage as hers had run out moments before."

The pirate smiled, "you have nothing to fear from me Kelsi, I will not harm you. I find myself mesmerized. You are astoundingly beautiful; did you know? Your eyes seem to have captured my complete attention."

Neither man nor women spoke, completely entrapped by the other's presence. Their souls suddenly reaching out to the others and binding them together; though at the time they did not know what it was that drew them together so intensely. They were soul mates, not an uncommon occurrence these days, but normally a more difficult task. A person could spend their whole life searching for their soul mate but by some miracle these two had found each other on this fateful night.

Slowly something, a higher power possibly, drew them together and before either had time to think how odd it was to be kissing a stranger, more so for the woman then the man, their lips met. The man towered over her, simply leaning down instead of taking a seat beside her on the soft mattress.

The woman did not mind the in slightest, her senses being over taken by the desire to become closer to him.

Both of them would say, if ever asked, that they would never do such a scandalous thing as what they did next but, driven by their own insane urges, both fell back into the sheets of the woman's bed without as much as a second thought.

A/N

So I re-wrote this whole thing because, let's face it, the other version sucked. To make it clear no one forced themselves on anyone in this scene this story is now including the whole, massive, idea of soul mates. I'd go into it more but really you'll just have to follow the story to figure out how it all works.

Anyway, really random hope someone out there enjoys. Feel free to point out any glaring spelling or grammar errors but please just don't state 'your grammar sucks,' because that's just lame.

P.S it's meant to be short, it's merely a prologue kind of thing.

See you later :)