Hi. :D

Here's another chapter to maybe get you through the week, cause the marking period is ending and that means a ton of last minute homework and tests.

So you may not see another one until next week or longer. :'c


A week passes, strangely I survive not being able to go out, but with my freedom there's only one thing I desire. Since yesterday, I've been searching for the pirates, but the more I look for them, the more they seem to somehow avoid me.

Sometimes I round the block just as they walk into a hotel, or sometimes I walk into a store right after they seem to walk out.

Either way, I know something's up, but even today, on the glum stormy day it is, I can't find them anywhere. Of course, I have to suspect that they're inside during the awful weather. They've become quite accustomed to the technology in this era, I've noticed as well.

I walk outside, glancing at my last day before school starts, and I'll have to relive the moments when Mr. Lark got close to me. Sure, you can say he's handsome, any girl would probably be lucky to end up with a man like that, but for one, I'm only seventeen, and two, I have my eyes set on other things.

I pull up my hood over my already-soaked hair, and glance solemnly up and down the road, like many times before -at least fifty-. As I thought, there's no sign of Will, Jack or Joshy.

I begin to wonder how long it's been since Will has to get back. Probably a little over three weeks.

Realizing how short this is, I pick up my pace, placing one New Balance shoe in front of the other, keeping my eyes down, averting the objects around me.

If I have any chance of finding him, it's by mistake.

I close my eyes and place one foot in front of the other. I'm so focused on my thoughts, that I don't realize that I've stepped onto the road and there's a horn honking in front of me.

Before I have time to open my eyes, I feel the wind knocked out of me as I'm pulled to the side by someone or something.

I cough loudly.

"You need to be more careful, you know." I know that voice.

"Will!" I yell, wrapping my arms around the man.

See? Found him by mistake.

He wraps his arms tightly around me. I push away from him and mumble, "You were avoiding me."

"Avoiding you?" he laughs. "Avoiding you? No! I have been searching for you for weeks. I was at your window every night, but you never looked down." Will scratches his neck. "Funny how people never seem to look down."

I nod in agreement and he brings me into a hug again. "Where's Jack?" I ask, almost immediately.

"Taking care of his ship. For now, let's get you out of the rain okay? We'll go to my hotel."

I admire the way he knows what a hotel even is, and he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me onto my feet. I wrap my arm around his shoulder as we walk past my house, to the hotel near the bay.


"No, ye see, first we find th' lady, th'n we leave."

"Aye, Cap'n, but it is bad luck to 'ave a woman on board!"

"Mr. Gibbs, we have had 'un before. We 'r bringin' her with us, or ye can leave, savvy?"

"Aye Cap'n."

I stare at Will, who wraps the towel even further around my body. I ease my body down onto the bed as I wait for the door to open. It's obvious that Jack doesn't know I'm hear, but I'm rather excited to see him. And who was it they are taking with them? Did Jack find another girl to fall in love with? A sudden ache fills my heart, but I diminish it as I watch the doorknob slowly twist.

I find myself chattering on my fingernails, while Will looks at me nervously.

"Jack!" Will calls to the door, as it suddenly opens.

In strides Joshy Gibbs, along with the confident Captain, who sniffs about the room, before laying his eyes upon me.

I raise an eyebrow, before he shouts my name.

"Claire!" he yells, throwing himself at me. I dodge, and he falls onto the bed, next to Will.

I laugh as Jack mumbles something that might be known as curses to him. He sits up and straightens the covers he's destroyed. Again, I look at him.

His bandana is completely soaked, along with the long locks of black hair. His face is tan nonetheless, with raindrops here and there, making him look completely perfect. I stare at him with my jaw wide open before Will snaps me out of my concentration.

"What?" I say, turning my attention to him.

"I said, it is great to have you back."

I nod to him, then turn back to Jack, who is equally studying me as I studied him. His eyes fall upon my shoes, before they flick up to my eyes.

Like the first day I met him, Joshy breaks the connection.

"We hav' got twenty-five days left 'n still hav' to find Angelica."

The familiar name stabs at me, though I resist the urge to ask who she is.

"Yes," Jack says, glancing towards Joshy, who leans against the door, closing it. It closes with a thud. Desperately wanting Jack's attention, but not getting it, I look at Will while they chat. I take the towel from around me and scoot over to his spot on the bed, placing it around his shoulders. He smiles warmly at me, and I stare back at his brown eyes, searching for any reason to be assured that he shows some feelings for me.

I feel a weight lift off the bed, presumably Jack, while he converses ideas with Joshy.

Will doesn't pay attention and instead seems to be lost in my eyes, as I'm the same with his. I wonder what Elizabeth would think if she saw me here. Slowly, the pirate leans in and I realize what he's trying to do. I've never kissed anyone before, and this isn't exactly how I imagined my first kiss to be. My old friendo Jessica had her first kiss in a run-down club house when she was in second grade, so I guess my situation looks the least bit better.

Instead of pulling away, and saying I'm not ready, I lean in.

And that's when it happens.

I instinctively lean back at the last second, when Jack jumps over to us, and tackles Will on the bed. I stare at him in utter disbelief while he strains Will's wrists against the bed and sits on Will's stomach. Jack leans down to Will and mutters something in his ear.

"Yeah, well what about Angelica?!" Will shouts. Jack turns around to see my expression and I suddenly feel like a guinea pig that they're testing just to see who's better with women.

You can say my expression stayed the same, though I could see Jack's face softened as he looks at me like he read my mind.

I slowly stand up and back away from the bed, where Will pushes Jack off his body and stares at me.

I continue to back up until I feel my back hit the door, and a single tear falls down my cheek.

Sure, you can say I'm overreacting, but what girl wants to feel like they're being used by two guys just to see who can get her attention?

Joshy comes into view to my right, still leaning up against the wall, staring at me just like the rest. With my left hand I grasp the doorknob and turn it.

Once open, I slide out through the smallest crack and slam the door behind me, finally allowing myself to cry. The doorknob once again twists, and I sprint down the hall and into the lady's bathroom before Will, Jack, or Joshy, or whoever comes through the door doesn't see me.

I grab a paper towel and wipe furiously at my ruddy face. Voices come through the hall, shouting my name. They disappear as they pass the bathroom. I lock myself in a stall and force myself to stay quiet and not cry, while I wait for the pirates to go back to their hotel room.


I check my phone, seeing as it's twelve in the morning. I accept the fact that no one is looking for me anymore and stand up and open the stall door. Then I grab the paper towels left on the counter and throw them into the trash can.

It has stopped raining by now, and I'm well aware of the fact that I have to wake up at six for school. While I'm already awake, I figure that I mine as well stay out for a few more hours. I walk down to the end of the block and stare at the bay, which seems cold, but inviting. But I don't jump in to calm myself down in the cool water. Instead of that I start to tear up again, and finally start to cry incessantly in the middle of the night.


"GET UP OR YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"

I wake up at the sound of Mother starting to yell. It felt as if I've been asleep for a few minutes, though I would believe it the way I fell asleep at the bay and then woke up around four and walked home. Crying yourself to sleep in the middle of the night, while outside, is not the way I imagined the night to end. But, shit happens, you just have to learn to move on. And that's why I've decided to stop thinking and Jack and the other pirates, and instead focus on my already shitty life.

I catch the bus somewhere around six forty, and stare at the faces of students in the same uniforms I now obtain. They stare blankly at me, unsure of who I am.

A boy, with rusty brown hair moves over in his seat, gesturing for me to sit with him. As soon as I sit, the bus continues its chatty behavior, while I stare at my black polished shoes.

"New?" The boy asks. I'm taken back by his rather high-pitched voice and manage a smile.

"Yeah," I say quietly, making eye contact with him.

"I'm Halt," he says, holding out his hand. I grip it and shake it in my hand mumbling my name back at him.

"So, Claire," he starts. Really, I'd rather him shut up and for me to be left alone, but he obviously doesn't agree. "Have you seen the school yet? I'm a senior, so I know my way around if you need any help."

"Yeah, me too, a senior." I look again into his gray eyes. Eyes like mine. He has freckles around his nose, and is overall a tall boy sitting in his seat. He grins and studies me.

I feel uncomfortable as he takes note of my clothes and my facial features. After awhile, the school bus stops. I jolt forward, not used to the abrupt force. Another student enters the bus. This time, a girl with blonde hair like myself, smiling outwardly. She gives me a smile as she passes and then makes her way to the back of the bus, where as I sit in the front next to Halt.

I look past Halt and out the window at the world zooming by, and hope for the day to pass easily.


I tap my pencil nervously against my desk, desperately awaiting lunch. I'm starving. Mother didn't allow my breakfast or else I would have to walk to school. Note to self; get up earlier so I can eat something. Lunch is around twelve fifteen, and right now it's twelve.

"Now before you all get jittery for lunch on your first day," the nun says. The teachers today are surprisingly nice. "it would be a pleasure to introduce our new pupil, Claire Skyy."

At the sound of my name, I lay my pencil down. Everyone has strangely snapped their attention to me and I blush a bit, and stand up.

"Hi," I say uneasily. The nun gestures for me to go on. "I'm Claire."

"Where did you move from, Claire?" the woman asks.

"Pennsylvania."

"What school?"

"Sun Valley, in Aston."

The woman nods, and glances at the clock. Ten more minutes until lunch. I rub my hands together while the teacher seems to think up another question.

"And what do you like to do, Claire?"

I hesitate. "Swim," I lie.

"Anything else?"

"Study the ocean." I pull the lies from thin air and no one seems to notice. Not that I don't want to say my real interests, I just don't really have any.

"Interesting, I expect you to be good in our marine lesson in Science then. You may sit, Claire."

I sit down, wondering what she means by being good in the marine lesson.

"Alright, now your homework is to call one of your class mates, that you don't know, and figure out something about them. I will expect to hear one interesting fact about that person tomorrow."

Lucky for me, Halt is in my class, so I expect he'll let me know a fact or two about himself.

The bell rings and causes me to jump, but I gather my items and walk out of the room after everyone else has, quietly walking through the hall to my locker.


I stare at the table in front of me silently, admiring that no one has to crowd me my first day here. I sit alone in the booth, hearing random snip-its of conversations from other people.

Again, since I woke up late, I had no time to make myself lunch, but I had an apple which I finished about ten minutes ago. And with my bad luck, Mother forgot to put money into my lunch account, so I lean back against the red plastic seat.

"Oh my God, he asked you out?"

"Yeah, can you believe it?"

"And you said yes?"

"Yeah!"

The girls behind me squeal loudly and I close my eyes, straightening my uniform skirt. A thump comes from the other side of the booth and I open my eyes to see Mr. Lark crossing his fingers in front of him and looking at me.

"How's your first day Claire?" he asks, as if he is really interested. I stare at him before answering.

"Fine, I guess."

"Do you have nothing to eat?"

I nod slowly, embarrassed already.

"No lunch money?"

I shake my head.

"Let me buy you something then, what would you like?"

I stare at the principal and then agree with him, sliding out of my seat, but noticing the envious looks from some of the girls around me.

"I, uh," I say, catching the attention of the girl on the bus this morning. "the least expensive is fine," I murmur. Strangely the man hears me and smiles warmly.

"A hot dog will be fine?" he asks.

"Sure." I walk out of the cafeteria towards the lunch line. "Thanks Mr. Lark," I add.

"Please. You may call me Philip," he says.

Oh so now we're on first name basis.

"Ok," I say lowly, while he buys me a hot dog. It's then I notice the cross hanging around his neck, and his vibrant green eyes as he takes his wallet out of his black robes and pays the cashier.


I stare at the paper, unsure of how to answer the question.

The favorite band, song, director, actress and actor questions were easy.

But this one is hard.

Who is your favorite historical figure?

I stare at the question like it's going to answer itself but I realize it isn't.

The pirates come to mind, and first I write down Captain Jack Sparrow, but then I erase it, remembering the night before.

The phone in the room rings, and everyone but me looks up at the teacher, who answers it.

"Yes?" he says in a husky voice. "Yes...okay...sure, right away Phil." He hangs up the phone and I focus harder on my question. Maybe Elizabeth should be my favorite, after all she married Will and resisted Jack.

"Claire, office, someone's here for you." I look at the teacher, who points to the front door. I grab my belongings and hurry out the door, and down to the office. The hall is more lighted than I remember, but Mr. Lark told me it would be that way.

"Who's here for me?" I ask, entering the office and looking at the secretary. She nods her head in the direction of the Principal's office, and I walk up to the door and knock. No one sits in the chair, but him. He gestures for me to enter and I take a seat in the brown leather chair.

"Yes?" I ask after a few moments of silence. He looks at me, and then parts his lips.

"Your mother is here, she wants you home early."

At that moment, Mother enters the room. Her expression is sad.

I raise both of my eyebrows at her, and she speaks.

"Serena is dead." she says, her voice cracking.


What are your thoughts? :D

Are you glad Serena is dead -I'm sure Claire is-?

Do you think Claire is better with Will or Jack?

Who really is Mr. Lark? :o

Will they ever find Angelica?

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