A/N: Here is the second chapter of three. Sorry I didn't upload this yesterday.

Chapter 4: "Rum, why you should never drink rum!"

"Miss Martinez?" called Finnegan.

"How many times must I ask you to call me Annie?"

"Annie, I was wonderin' if you wouldn't mind showing us some of them moves you was putting on the cap'n."

"Very well gents," she smiled before taking up her sword. "The main things to focus on are your footwork and parrying. Watch your opponent. Be aware of your surroundings and use them to the best of your ability. If you can force your opponent into a corner; an easy win," she explained as she fought with Koleniko as an example.

With some well placed footwork she had him trapped against the starboard side of the ship. She gave a quick flick of her sword and managed to make Koleniko drop his sword from his previously firm grip.

"It does not matter how strong a swordsman your opponent is. If you hit his sword in the right place it sends a shooting pain through his hand, making his wrist weaker and therefore he drops the sword."

The men watched on as Annie curtsied to Koleniko and then turned to have the men try their hands at her instruction.

"Well done gents!" puffed a somewhat tired Annie.

"If I may, Miss Martinez, you have the proper grip and footwork in place however when you have an opponent behind you your sword isn't in the correct position to allow you a full swing."

"Well Captain Turner, perhaps you can provide me with some proper instruction," she smiled slightly.

Will inclined his head in agreement and helped place Annie into position. One of his hands held her hip whilst the other held her sword arm. He turned her swiftly, using her hips and moved her arm in a more natural way than she had previously been moving.

"Much better," he commented, still pressed against her.

"Thank you," she whispered, gazing up at his brown eyes.

Will quickly released her and stepped back. The crew gathered around, congratulating the young lady.

"We should celebrate," cried out Old Haddy.

"Go have a few drinks lads!" commanded their captain.

"All on your own?" Annie called up to Will, who stood at the helm of his magnificent ship.

"Aye, the lads could do with a break."

"It won't last long; all the rum is almost gone. However I did manage to grab two bottles. Thought you might like a break as well."

"I have no choice," Will muttered bleakly.

"Now I shan't have that chat William Turner," chided Annie as she climbed up the steps to sit by him. "I'm sure the Dutchman will be fine if you sit here and drink this," she remarked, handing him one of the bottles.

"You're right," agreed Will with a small smile.

They sat drinking, staring at the constellations, in an amicable silence. That is until Will suddenly turned and stared at Annie. His gaze was focused on her attire.

"Are you sure that you should only be wearing that around all the men?"

"My shift is comfortable and warm enough to keep me happy. If any of the men have a problem with my attire they are free to speak with me about it."

"My concern is not for the men's opinions but for you," he commented, his gaze now on her eyes, "Your attire, or lack of, could bring about the attentions of some of the men."

"Are you worried that they will desire me or that their duties will go undone?" asked Annie curiously.

"There is no doubt that they already desire you. Any man would."

"Any man?" she asked, her voice full of disbelief.

Will coughed in embarrassment. "I'm more concerned with preserving your…virtue than the men's duties going undone," he said, ignoring her previous question.

"Do not concern yourself then Captain Turner," muttered Annie quietly.

She shivered slightly at the night wind that whipped around her body. Will slowly placed his hand on her bare arm, before gasping.

"You're freezing! Here," he said as he pulled his shirt off and put it on Annie.

"Thank you," she said, her gaze fixed on his now bare chest.

When Will saw where she was looking he immediately turned away from her.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"For what?"

"My scar. It's quite repulsive. Not something anyone should be forced to see."

"I didn't get to see it. Turn around and let me be the judge of that," she commanded.

Grudgingly Will turned back to Annie, keeping his face turned away so as she could rearrange her features without upsetting him. He did not expect to feel her sift fingertips dance across the skin of his chest. He immediately looked down at the young girl beside him. Annie was gently running her fingers over the jagged scar that lay over his vacant chest, where his heart should beat. Her face was not repulsed, but rather filled with happiness and…awe. Will could not understand and pulled away from her touch.

"The jury's convinced; it isn't repulsive. It is beautiful and adds to your good looks and character."

"You think I'm good looking?" asked Will as if questioning her sanity, or at least her eyesight.

It was Annie's turn to be embarrassed and glance away from her captain's penetrating stare. His gaze bore into her soul and stoked the flames of desire and lust in her body. Will held her face tentatively and made her look into his brown eyes.

Annie's heart began to pound in her chest. A feverish fire filled her body at the feel of his touch. Her blue eyes took in the proximity of him. Her lower lip fell away from the upper. She moved closer to Will's stationary form. Within moments her lips were crushed against his. Her arms made their way up to around his neck. Her chest was pressed against his bare one.

Slowly his lips parted and she could feel and taste his warm breath. His arms held her tightly against him. The burning sensation of desire was not tamed, instead it urged her onwards. But as her tongue tentatively slid across Will's parted lips all feeling froze in her body. All she could feel was the physical pain and mental anguish that had filled her when Will suddenly stood. His movement had startled Annie and she fell to the floor, bruising her back.

Will had moved away from her prone form and stood at the helm. His head was bent in shame as he panted for breath. When he appeared to have regained control of himself he looked back at Annie, who still lay in the awkward position she was left in from falling. Her eyes were wide and full of pain and shock.

"Annie, any man would desire you. But I…I love Elizabeth. She is my wife and the holder of my heart, literally and figuratively. I am truly apologetic if I gave you the wrong impression."

Annie swallowed and carefully rose to her feet. She held herself with the composure of a lady. Her face was a mask that revealed nothing of her inner turmoil.

"My head is a little vague at present, Captain Turner. Do forgive me sir for my inappropriate behaviour this night. I am in a state of inebriation and not of full mind/ I think I shall bid you a goodnight and have a lie down," she said in a lilting voice.

"Yes, of course," agreed Will quickly. "Goodnight Miss Martinez."

She gave him a cheery smile and quickly left to her quarters. Once in the safety of the little room Captain Turner had provided her with she let the tears escape in soundless sobs. Countless minutes later, when she was all cried out and her eyes felt heavy, she fell into a dreamless sleep.

Her mouth felt dry as her consciousness slowly returned. She attempted to move but the effort was simply too much for her head to handle. She kept her eyes shut tight as she tried to make sense of what had occurred the previous night. As her mind finished replaying the memory of her kissing Captain Turner and his rejection of her she jumped from the bed. She grasped her head as it took a while for her brain to catch up with her. She stumbled as she tried to leave the small room, her legs were shaky and her head was throbbing.

"Rum! This is why you should never drink rum," she chided herself, before wrapping her arms around her chest.

The captain's rejection of her had hurt, but it was understandable. It hurt more to think what a fool she had been to even consider kissing him. She shook herself from her bleak thoughts and forced herself from her room and up to the deck. Standing at the entrance of the deck she noticed Will immediately. She made an attempt to stand but found she was lacking in stability due to the rum and so propped herself against the frame of the entrance, hoping her equilibrium would return soon.

"William, I mean Captain Turner!" she called out. "Forgive me for not acting myself last night. All I can say is that the rum affected me more than I had thought it would. I'm not used to drinking such strong rum nor consuming it in the vast quantities I did last night," she rambled. "Anyway, you're a good man and I wouldn't want to cause you any difficulties regarding last…night…" she trailed off as she regained full sight of the deck before her now that the sunlight no longer blinding her and her balance had returned.

Captain Turner was not alone.

A/N: Dun, Dun, Dun! Who could be with him? You'll find out soon but I shall give you a clue: it's more than just his own crew ;)