Sorry I haven't updated in couple of days… I've been at color guard camp. . I'm a bit bruised from my 6 foot tall metal flag pole hitting me, but besides that I'm just fine. For the next week writing will be a bit slow. Also from July 20th-30th I will be on vacation, so I won't update then. After that I'll be back up to daily updates!

Lady Ano

Chapter 1

As Coley knocked on the door she felt her heart race. She heard a muffled 'come in' and she slowly opened the door. She peered in a moment and walked into a dark room. She observed her surroundings with interest. But, what caught her eye was the large organ at the end of the room. Interesting touch for a squid man, she thought, so that is the beast that made all that racket each night…

"Ah, Miss Coley. I thought you would never show." He said, striding towards her. She cringed at each bang his crab peg leg made.

"Yes, I uh… was busy," She said. Stupid stupid stupid! What could you possible be busy with on a cursed ghost pirate ship! But Davy Jones just nodded, almost in understanding, and spoke again.

"Why did you want to save that man?" he questioned. Coley though for a moment. Why did she want to save that man?

"He was in no position to die…" She trailed off.

"You do not seem to understand how this ship works," he snarled at her. "although I must say I am happy with the information you got from that man. Who knew a woman," he spat the word at her, "could speak French and be so useful?" Coley didn't like his tone or the way he spoke to her, but she sucked it up. There was nothing she could do.

"I have decided that for punishment I shall simply make your work harder for you. Because you did get me valuable information I will spare you from the bo'sun and his cat.' He waved his claw vaguely at her, telling her she could leave. She swallowed hard and walked stiffly out the door. Why was he being so kind? She though. I have never seen him throw a shred of kindness towards the dogs he calls men on this ship… So why me?

The next morning Coley woke slowly to Jimmy legs pounding on her door. She got up and rolled her sore shoulders. She decided today was going to suck… When she got out from below deck Clanker gave her a concerned look. She was bonding with her charge and they were more open towards each other. Good, at least I have one person I can call a 'friend…'

"Cap'n told me to double your work load…" he trailed. "Get scrubbing the helm." He said and walked away to do his own work. Coley sighed. Today was going to suck very, very badly.

After several hours of scrubbing the deck surrounding the helm she began to talk with Greenbeard. He was covered in seaweed and was the man she had exchanged a few blows with the day she was taken before Crash had grabbed her. He had broken the awkward silence after several excruciating hours.

"You're pretty good with a sword, lass." He began.

"Thank ye," She said, noting that she was beginning to pick up bad speaking habits. "I learned from a friend." He nodded, turning the wheel slightly to keep on course.

"He taught you well. I'm one of the best swordsmen on this ship, besides a few others… You know, Koleniko, Maccus, the Cap'n," he said. Coley had no clue who the two crewmembers he had mentioned were. He picked up on this and gave a small laugh.

"Koleniko is the man who resembles a puffer fish. 'E's the coxswain. Maccus be the first mate, hammerhead shark man," he explained.

"Ah, I see… Well, you aren't so bad yourself." They sat in a much more comfortable silence for a while before Coley decided to talk to him again.

"I was taught how to navigate, ya know," She stated, putting her brush into the bucket and leaning up against a wall. He threw a look over his shoulder at her, with one could call a grin on his deformed face.

"Do ye now?" he asked slyly. She made a noise of agreement and nodded.

"So where are we right now?" After telling him coordinates very near where they were, they began to talk navigator. They talked for hours. When they stopped it was only a few hours from when the sun would begin to go down.

"I had best be going," Coley said, standing up. Greenbeard nodded.

"Sleep well. I'll be at the helm well into the next morning," he said. He then looked at her. "Thank you." He stated simply. "Thank you for talking to me. The men are wrong about you; you should really get to know them. After we've been locked up on this forsaken ship you begin to forget what talking and kindness feels like." Coley smiled and with that went to the galley to grab some food. She ate her stale, moldy bread and an arrangement of other odd foods and called it a night.

The next few days went along the same as this. She would work on various parts of the ship, cleaning, scrubbing, and working to get barnacles off impossible places. She had talked to and became friends with Clanker, Greenbeard, Maccus, Palifico, and had even had quite a nice conversation with the horrible bo'sun, Jimmy legs. Word was spreading on the ship that Coley wasn't so bad after all. And most of the men liked that fact that she was an attractive woman. The men seemed to have accepted her, and gradually she became what you would call close with a few. Her support group included Bootstrap, Koleniko, and Clanker. Now Bootstrap was good for listening to Coley, and Coley was good at listening to Clanker, but Koleniko gave her something she needed: another person to replace Sam.

"Koleniko," She began one day. He was one of only a few people she would let into her room. She was lying on her bed and he sat on the ground admiring her sword.

"Yes lass?" He muttered. "Where did you get this sword?" Forgetting her own words, she sat up and looked at the fine craftsman ship in his hands. It was a cutlass, but a nice one. The steel was folded and smithed perfectly with no imperfections. The hilt was perfectly rounded at the knuckle guard and engraved with various French sayings around where your fingers grab. On the outside of the knuckle guard was the engraving of a horse galloping along a beach.

"My father," She said. "I lived in France. I was quite rich and he gave me that. Not to fight with, but more as a sentimental gift." Coley was surprised when Koleniko began to mutter the French to himself.

"Who made up this poem?" he asked. "It is very good."

"I-I'm not sure. You speak French!" She exclaimed at him. He looked up at her, stunned.

"Oui. Et toi?" He asked with an amused look on his face.

"Yes!" She exclaimed. "English is actually my second language."

"Ah, I see. Well, before I ended up on this piece of crap we call a ship, I was a French sailor." Coley looked at him in shock. Another thing she had in common with this mysterious man.

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Authors Note: Ok, so this is more like rambling and life on the ship for Coley. I felt I needed to put in what was going on before I jumped into some big issues and started her relationship with Davy. Reviews much loved!!