Hello, my lovelies. I got what I called a very good response from the last chapter. Four reviews:

To Master Of All Imagination: Thank you for calling my chapter awesome! Yes, I sorta do write tongue in cheek, because it's more natural, you know? And the Oc's - Yes, they are based loosely on people I know (although I suppose you've probably guessed that from awesomegrl77's review).

To xoxoMyRealityIsFiction: Thank you! I love it when people like my story! And no, I haven't heard of that fic, but I'll look out for it.

To amy: Thank you for thinking it's "exerllent". Lol. I've already said thank you to you in person, but I have one question: You really couldn't think of any name other than "amy"?

To awesomegrl77: Don't call me that for the 30 000 time! And I'm (not) glad you like your discription! It's not your discription, it's Erika's! Did she like it? You can't play the drums to save your life, btw. I won't neglect my other stories, thank you very much! You're one to talk!

Disclaimer: Don't own it. Only own the OCs.

My lungs were burning for air. I tried to kick upwards, but the weight of my petticoat and back-fastening gown was pulling me down. The world was going black again, just like it had when that simply awful ship had blasted apart the merchant sailor's craft, the one Will and I–

Will! Where was he? I hoped he was alright. Knowing him, he wasn't drowning like I. He knew how to swim; a talent that was hard come by these days. Besides, he didn't have a petticoat and gown. Speaking of which, I started to regret putting it on. If I just pull it off, I thought, I may have a chance.

So I did. I pulled the once beautiful, now utterly soaked petticoat and gown off and left them there, finding it easier to kick to the surface than before in my shift and stays. In the process of kicking, one of my slippers fell off, and I found it even easier to kick, so I got rid of the other one.

And then my head broke the surface of the water and I gasped and spluttered, frantically attempting to keep my head up. I would've failed if it weren't for the fact that I spotted a large piece of wood floating not ten feet from me, a small figure lying unconscious on it. Instantly, I swam towards the piece of wood and draped my arms onto it.

'Will!' I gasped, somewhat happily, as I noticed that he was the small figure. Even though he wasn't visibly breathing, I could tell he was alive because I could feel his breath on my hand when I checked. We were both very lucky.

However, there was still a very high risk of freezing to death, as the air was chill and we wore wet clothes. And if we didn't die from the cold, then we would die from lack of food. All I could do was pray to God, Jesus and the Virgin Mary that we would be picked up by another ship that was not one of those vile pirate ones.

They must have heard my prayers, because not ten minutes later, I heard a girl yell, 'Look! A boy and girl! There's a boy and girl in the water!'

'Man overboard!' came a shout. 'Man the ropes! Fetch a hook! Haul them aboard!'

And for the second time that day, everything went black.

~M*K~

I awoke to the sounds of distant thumping feet and loud yells. Everything rolled around slightly, giving me the indication that I was on a ship. I gave a small, unladylike groan that my Mother would have smacked me around the head had she heard it.

But if she had, she'd still be alive and I'd be living in that room I shared with my brother and sisters.

I investigated the room more, and realised that Will was lying down on the hammock next to mine. His eyes were open.

'Will? Where are we?' I asked.

He turned his head and told me, 'The Invictus. We're lucky to have been found. And you are lucky that there are two girls about your age on ship with some spare clothes.'

I blushed.

'Where are we headed?'

'Port Royal, Jamaica. The Governor is being escorted there and his daughter saw us in the water,' said Will.

'Thank God for that,' I said softly. 'So, we're going to live in Port Royal?'

'I suppose so,' shrugged Will. 'It's not like we can afford anything else.'

'No, that's quite true. Can we up and meet everyone?'

'Yes, I was just waiting for you to wake up before going.'

'Oh. Sorry.'

'It's ok,' he said with a lopsided grin. 'Just wanted to make sure you were ok.'

We two made our way to the deck, carefully jumping out of the crewmembers' way as they rushed around the ship. It was late afternoon, and the sky was blood-red, sinking below the horizon. It was a beautiful, peaceful sight, made even more so by the two girls singing a song at the prow.

'The blonde is the Governor's daughter Elizabeth,' explained Will, 'and the other one is his niece, Lacey Clairlit.'

'Lacey? Odd name, isn't it?' I asked. 'A bit like Lucy.'

He nodded.

'You two,' said a voice from behind us. We both turned to see a man wearing a formal uniform. His expression was distasteful as he eyed us. 'Governor Swann wishes to talk to the both of you immediately.'

'Of course, sir,' I said, curtseying and grabbing Will's arm as the man led us to the Captain's Cabin, where a portly man with a black wig sat. He indicated the two seats opposite his desk, which Will and I took gratefully. The escort bowed to the man (who I had deduced was Governor Swann) and left without as much as a nod towards Will and me.

'Well,' said the Governor, fingers clasped together, 'I assume that the two of you understand that we, meaning the Swann family and the Royal Navy, will find you a place in Port Royal once we get there: that is the reason for today's meeting.'

'Sir?' I said confusedly.

'You will be apprenticed Port Royal,' he announced. 'I think it shall be possible for you to be accepted by Mrs Forester, the Port's seamstress, Miss Knight. As for you, boy, Mr Brown is looking for an apprentice.'

'What does Mr Brown do?' asked Will.

'He's a blacksmith,' answered Governor Swann. He waved his hand. 'Now go. I have more stressing matters to attend to.'

I curtseyed. 'Thank you, milord.' I left the room, Will close on my heels.

'So,' I said as we made our way to the deck, 'it seems that you're going to be a blacksmith.'

He wrinkled his nose. I smirked. 'So it unfortunately seems,' said he. 'All I've ever wanted to be was a sailor, like my father.' He paused. 'Speaking of which, it seems I lost my medallion. You know, the one my father sent me.'

I frowned and said sympathetically, 'Oh, Will, that's awful! That was the only thing your father ever sent you. You must be ever so upset.'

He bowed his head. 'Doesn't matter,' he muttered solemnly. 'I'd rather have lost that than my life.'

'I suppose,' I said, sitting down on the top of a casket of liquor. Will sat down next to me. 'Do you know what could have happened to it?'

'Probably fell off.'

'Yes,' I murmured slowly, gaze fixed on the Governor's daughter, Elizabeth. 'Yes that's what happened.'

For a glint of gold in the girl's hand, something she was showing her cousin, had caught my eye, and I was almost certain that she had Will's medallion.

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