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Title: The Seas Belong to You
Author: Child Of the Demon Wolf 14
Chapter 4: COME GET ME!!

Danny froze completely, staring into the amethyst eyes that held him captive in a state of stupidity. Those lavender eyes eventually moved from his face to the hand that rested softly against her cheek then back to his face again, a tiny spark of anger in her eyes.

'Damn it Fenton, think...before you piss her off.' Danny feverently raked his brain for an explanation to his soft touches and the longing that was trying to hide away in his eyes. But the sleepiness he didn't feel had indeed worked its evil magic and had already succeeded in putting his already tiered brain to sleep.

Danny's eyes were easily being weighed down by the fatigue of the day, having his brain shut off had really brought home the fact of how tiered he truly was. Yet even though sleep poked and prodded him he was too caught up in reading the emotions that entered her eyes to do anything else but stare.

Though it wasn't exactly the same with her.

Yes…she was reading his emotions through his eyes. She detected confusion, nervousness, a small amount of fear; a hint of longing, a whole host of emotions was mirrored in those eyes. But when it came to staring…oh no…she was glaring. A heated glare that portrayed the growing anger she felt, but as the anger dominated her eyes the fear and nervousness in his eyes grew.

"I said who are you…and what are you doing in here?" she all but growled.

'Okay a little bit too late with the whole try not to piss her off thing.' Danny gulped, finally able to remove his now trembling hand from her skin on account of her tone of voice.

"I…I…I…" he stuttered stupidly for a moment, "I um…I'm sorry…there was...ah…something…something on your face…a bug. I was just getting rid of it for you since you were asleep…not that you couldn't get it off yourself if you were awake. But you weren't and I didn't want it to crawl up your nose or anything so I brushed it off and that's when you woke up. Sorry for waking you up though, I didn't mean it, it's just the bug and…"

Her eyes locked on his as he rambled on and on, unable to stop his mindless flow of words. When he finally noticed the look he was getting his rambling gradually halted and silence reigned once more. He stared at her strangely, solemnly, nervously; the silence taunting him greatly. And under her scrutinizing lavender eyes he couldn't help rubbing the back of his neck and looking away, "Well this his awkward." He muttered inaudibly.

She blinked a few times before opening her mouth to speak, "Who...are you?" this time her voice was more curious than it was dangerous and threatening. His eyes flicked back to her as she got to her feet, her eyes never leaving his.

He smiled slightly, "Who me?" stupid statement, he knew, because he was the only other person in the room, "I'm Danny."

She narrowed her eyes at him, "Captain's grandnephew?"

Her tone forced a curt nod out of him, like a general in the English Navy addressing a new recruit, he was expected to move with speed and answer questions put to him just as quickly. After all she was better at this pirate thing than he was he needed to stay on her good side if he was going to survive.

She nodded slowly, "I see," blowing a strand of hair out of her face she climbed back into bed, stretched out on her back, eyes closed and hands behind her head, "I'd advice you to get some shut eyes…you have a long day ahead tomorrow."

As he climbed into his own bunk Danny marveled at the speed with which she'd assessed the whole situation. She knew she was stuck with him no matter what, she have to keep him out of trouble, show him what to do and what not to do, she'd probably have to put her own work aside for him. He looked over at the dark form breathing evenly on the other side of the room and in the safety of the darkness he whispered two words, "Thank you."

The moonlight that made her eyes to shine altered him that she was not asleep as he had thought.

"Wha…What did you say?" he voice sounded stunned. He propped himself up on one elbow, "I said thank you." He replied quietly yet boldly.

"Why?"

He swallowed thickly, "Well…seeing as you're stuck with me and I probably don't like it…or me for that matter; I wanted to say thanks for just accepting me."

She was quiet for a moment, as if words like those didn't come along in her world very often...if at all. When she finally found it safe enough to trust her voice again she said, "I...uh…guess you're welcome."

Danny smiled and rolled on to his back, allowing himself to fall into sleep's waiting arms, a contented smile on his lips. Sam gave him one more glance before letting sleep claim her as well. Something told her she was going to need all her energy for the day ahead and the life she lived had taught her to always follow instinct and logic. After all that was the only way she knew to survive.

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"Come on Danny you can do this."

"Shut up."

"Come on a little longer and she'll get tiered and drop out."

"I'm not gonna get tiered."

"Shut up"

"Just a few more seconds and …"

"Tucker!" Danny rounded on him, "Shut It!"

Sam smirked and in a few easy moves she had deprived Danny of his sword and had him pinned against the floor, her sword at his neck. "Rule number one…never get distracted."

Danny glared up at her as she removed the sword from his neck, "And you fail to mention this until now?"

She smiled down at him, "Sorry, I didn't realize I had to spell everything out for you." She have him her hand and pulled him up.

"Oh hardy har har Sam," Danny replied, letting go of her hand when he was on his feet again, "It was Tucker's fault."

"Oh blame me why don't cha," Tucker grumbled from his place, leaning against the wooden rail that kept him from falling into the sea, "lazy, good for nothing, so and so."

"Hey I'm not lazy," Danny shot back in self defense, "I mopped the deck this morning."

"Danny relax…you're a good worker, "she graced him with a rare grin, "but, right now, a lousy fighter."

Danny glared daggers at her, "I hate you."

"Glad to know I've over shot my aim," she took a fighting stance, "now come on attack me."

If, at this point, it is not quite clear to my readers what our favorite trio is doing the author will humor you with an explanation.

Teaching Danny to fight.

And in all actuality it wasn't exactly turning out the way Sam had hoped. It was okay the first fifteen minutes…but he was starting to get distracted. And when I say distracted I mean trip over a coil of rope distracted.

"Oof!" he hit the floor boards of the deck hard…real hard. And the laughter of the other two standing adolescents didn't help one bit. Sam was trying her best to conceal her fit of giggles while Tucker was guffawing with all his might, actually threatening to crumble to the floor and roll around immaturely. Danny looked up at Sam from under his raven bangs, his face red with embarrassment and frustration at his own clumsiness.

Sam's gaze softened at the sight of his big blue eyes as they rested on her apologetically. When he noticed the sincere lilac eyes that were searching his he quickly cast his gaze downwards, finding the floorboard beneath his rather interesting. Sam shock her head, amused by his acute embarrassment, "Come on Danny," she stretched out her hand to help him up, "We'll pick it up later."

Grabbing hold of her hand he allowed her to full him up with little effort.

"Thanks Sam." He replied meekly trying his best to ignore Tucker's persistent guffawing. Snapping at his long lost best friend wasn't exactly on his to do list at the moment. However Sam didn't seem to be standing for his humiliation and with surprising quickness she slapped Tucker over the head.

"Tucker will you knock it off for Christ's sake."

"I'm sorry," Tucker wheezed through his subsiding laughter, "but did you see his face when he…"

Another swift slap was bestowed upon the poor boy, this time bringing a smile to Danny's lips.

"It's okay Sam," he threw over his shoulder as he walked towards the door that led below deck, "worse has happened to me."

Reaching his hand out to the handle of the door Danny really didn't expect it to be thrown open, he also didn't expect to slap him clean in the face…but that part was inevitable, wasn't it.

"Holy shi…" he nearly screamed, the statement unfinished as pain etched itself into his features, "what the hell was that!"

Somehow he looked up through the pain that contorted his face only to see the angry brown eyes of Eric McKenzie. A smirk touched the first mate's lips as he side stepped Danny, who was lying on the floor…again.

With an air of satisfaction and superiority the 21 year old walked towards Sam throwing a few words over his shoulder to Danny, "Next time watch where you're going."

Glaring up at the male from his not so intimidating position Danny pushed himself up on his hands, blood dribbling down over his lips from his nose. Anger welled up inside him and his voice was dark and deadly as he rasped out the word, "Asshole."

Eric froze' his back to Danny, "What did you just say."

Pulling himself to his feet Danny glared at the back of Eric's head and repeated himself more clearly, "Asshole."

"You'd better want to take that back." Eric turned to glare at Danny over his shoulder. Danny returned the glare ten fold, "No."

Eric whipped around to face Danny, a vein pulsing in his forehead yet still he couldn't be angrier than Danny.

He was pissed. Anger pulsed through him as if it was what he thrived on, it was uncontrollable. Like an age old fire that was suddenly rekindled, his barely suppressed rage reached such a height that Danny saw red. He could focus on nothing more than that burning emotion, the want to maim his opponent's limbs.

Eric's jaw tightened as he clenched his teeth, glaring murderously at Danny, "You're gonna regret that."

Danny's smirk was malicious and almost evil, "Let's see you try and make me."

Eric rushed at him but Danny side stepped him at the last second and he went crashing into the same door he had used to slap Danny in the face. Grabbing the male's long brown hair Danny gave it a hard yank pulling and throwing Erick in the opposite direction. His eyes burned to the point of stinging, the once electric blue eyes bordering on toxic yellow. His breathing was fast and hard and his fists were clenched so tightly that they were white. A feral growl left his throat as he whipped around to face Eric, his breathing heavy and labored.

Eric glared up at him as he lay on his stomach, sprawled out on the deck, "You son of a…"

"Finish that sentence and I'll throw you overboard…first mat or not." Sam grounded her black leather boots on Eric's back. Watching his wince in pain with an air of pure satisfaction, while she dug her heel in.

Danny took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and get his eyes to stop stinging him so damn much. He closed his eyes tightly stumbling backwards to lean against the door. The stinging intensified, bringing tears to his eyes. Throwing up his hand to shield his eyes from any sunlight what so ever Danny fumbled for the handle of the door, finding it he yanked the door open and stumbled into the semi darkness beyond.

The door closed with a bang as he found his way to the room he and Sam shared, unable to open his eyes at all. He tripped clumsily into the room slamming the door behind him. He blindly searched around the table for a shard of mirror he had seen that morning. Opening his eyes for a split second he found his eyes were a piercing luminous green. The stinging intensified ten fold and Danny wad tempted to rip his eyes out to stop it. Suddenly the same burning sensation began to centre itself on his hands.

His hands felt like they were on fire, as if someone had soaked his hands in kerosene and then carelessly tossed a match on them. Then suddenly…it stopped. The stinging stopped and he could open his eyes with little difficulty. Was this always going to happen when he lost his temper?

He took several deep breaths tryi9ng to calm himself. After a while a soft delicate hand settled on his shoulder, "Danny, are you okay?"

He didn't look over his shoulder to find out who it was, he didn't have to. He'd heard that voice last night, this morning, a few minutes ago and it stuck with him. He took another deep breath, "I'm okay Sam…I just let my anger get the best of me that's all."

Her hand slipped away from his shoulder and somewhere, deep down, he found he missed that comforting touch; he turned to he then, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she smiled at him, "Eric's a first rate ass…you'll learn how to deal with him your own way."

He smiled softly, casting his gaze downwards he asked, "So would you really have thrown his overboard."

She laughed softly, "Of course, nobody messes with my friends."

He smiled back at her, "Thanks Sam."

She gave him a soft, playful punch, "Anytime Danny," she motioned towards the door, "now come on...let's get out of here."

He nodded and followed her e door thank full that semi darkness hid his reddened cheeks all the way to the deck of the ship. This time the sunlight didn't hurt his eyes. When Tucker saw them coming forward he pushed himself up off the barrel he was leaning against, "You okay?"

Danny nodded, "Just got a little too angry that's all."

"Good thing you didn't get angrier," Tucker motioned to his left, "Eric's gonna kill you."

Danny turned to meet a pair of smoldering brown eyes, glaring straight at him. Danny returned the glare but not as harshly, "Not if I kill him first."

Sam slipped tow rather sharp and long knives from her boots, running them across each other to sharpen the steel, "I've never liked that man since the very day I stepped foot on this ship."

Danny turned to her, "How did u get on this ship?"

She smirked, her lips hidden by her long hair, "almost the same way you did."

Danny opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a near defending shout, "SHIP AHOY CAPTAIN!!!!!"

Captain silver looked up into the sail at the man who rested in the crow's nest, "WHICH SHIP!??!?!"

"IT'S THE SEA DIAMOND FROM THE WHITE ARMADA!!"

Silver swore under his breath, jumping from the helm and shouting orders. Danny turned to Sam meaning to ask her what was going on but thought better of it by the look on her face. She had stopped sharpening the knives and was holding them tight enough to make her knuckles white, anger written all over her face.

"Sam." He spoke her name quietly. She directed her gaze to him making him step back it was murderous. Her gaze darkened and a wide, evil smirk graced her lips as she saw the ship coming into site.

Her voice was dark and laced with venom, "Come on...that's right…come and try to get me…you'll never take me alive."

Oh My God!!!! I'm done….I'm so so so so sorry for making u wait over a month for this chapter guess I was just lazy. I'm working on two other stories so I'll see where I can go from here okay…..THANKS!!!

Shade Shadows
the rebel PHANTOM