Ha ha! Hello again! I got a few more reviews (not enough to satisfy my undeclared goal, but good!). Thank you to all those people out there that are reviewing.

I just felt like updating. I'm so hyper (no, it's not coffee!). I was in a play this weekend, though I bet you've never heard of "You can't take it with you." I had a wonderful part. Anyways, we were double casting because so many girls always come out for the plays. I got a main female role! Go me! I saw the other cast perform tonight, and personally, I think my cast did way better. Ooh, saw my sexy Russian lover take his shirt off ahhh! Well, he's not really Russian, and he's not really my lover, he's the sexy younger brother of my good friend. But he's sexy, okay? Think Seamus . yeah, he's that sexy, though a lot taller.

But enough about me. Let's get on to Will and Seamus!

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To my surprise, Seamus was asleep when I awoke. Squinting, I looked up at the window. It was perhaps two hours after dawn. I tucked a curl of hair back behind his bandana. He twisted, awakening.

"Well, finally you're up, Mr. Turner," he said, grinning. "How'd ye sleep?"

"Better than I have in ages." I returned the grin. "I'll find some breakfast."

As I was rising, I heard a pounding at the door. Seamus sat up suddenly, glancing around with a look of half-fear on his face.

"Shh," I said to him. "I'll take care of this. You stay here."

He looked up at me, eyes wide. I touched his shoulder once before scrambling into my clothing. I ran to the door where whoever it was so intent upon entering was still pounding.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I said testily. "Yes?" I asked as I opened the door.

"Mr. Turner," Commodore Norrington said, brushing past me, "we've a warrant to search this place. We have reason to believe you are harboring a fugitive."

All I could do was gape. Surely they hadn't . "There are no grounds for this, Commodore."

"Come, come, now, Turner," Norrington said with a condescending smile. "We all know your history with the shady characters called pirates. If there is truly nothing to fear, let us search and prove me wrong."

The men with him were investigating the shop, overturning anything that could be refuge of a pirate. Mary-Lou brayed her displeasure. Then I saw the soldiers edging towards my bedroom.

"There's nothing in there, nothing at all, just my bedroom," I protested, trying to make my way over before they did. But they opened the door to . nothing. Seamus wasn't in the room. It was true. All that was in my room was my bed and the pile of Seamus' clothing. His clothing? Uh-oh.

"See?" I said.

"What's this?" a soldier asked, picking up Seamus' shirt.

"Yesterday's shirt," I told them, perhaps too quickly. They didn't seem to notice.

"Look at this, Commodore." One of them had his pants. Under close examination, I could see the blood where Seamus had wiped his blades. "Is that blood?"

"Did you know a man by the name of Charlie Brosnan, Mr. Turner?" The Commodore's tone was icy.

"Why?" I asked. I could feel fear beginning to steal through me.

"He was found dead last night, close to an establishment that witnesses saw you at. Does the name 'the Rusty Sword' ring any bells? Hmm? How Elizabeth will love hearing that her fiancé murdered a man in one of the shadiest areas in town." He gestured to his soldiers. "Chain him up, men. William Turner, you are hereby arrested for the murder of Charlie Brosnan on the night of October 17, 1685. I would caution you not to say anything."

I could not speak. I took my arrest docilely; if they had me, perhaps they would not trouble to look for Seamus. He had escaped; the better for him. But oh, I wanted him now, wanted his comfort telling me that everything would turn out all right. I looked up in horror as he swung down from the rafters.

" 'Ello, Commodore," he said, placing a knife at said officer's neck before he even had time to blink. He was wearing that terrible smile of his. "Glad tuh see me?"

"Seamus O'Riley," Norrington said softly.

You could hear the jaws drop in the quiet of the room. Seamus was very naked, wearing only that faded bandana, though he looked far from vulnerable. He was utterly in control, knowing he held the commander of the ships of Port Royal at knifepoint. But that wasn't entirely why the jaws were dropping. Seamus was beautiful, then, in a sort of careless way. No, he wouldn't care that his hair was escaping and falling down his shoulders in the most alluring way. He wouldn't mind that that smile was completely enticing.

"Seamus. I thought I'd find you here," the Commodore said. He tried to sound amused, but it didn't work. Any man who didn't fear Seamus at that point was witless. "Men, arrest this one as well."

"I don't think so, Commodore," Seamus said as he wheeled Norrington around in front of him. Norrington knelt in an uncomfortable position, unable to move for the knife still sticking in his throat. "Release the boy."

"What?"

"You heard me," Seamus said, tightening his hold. "Release him. He wasn't involved. An' I'd be glad to have me pants back, sir." He gestured to the man still holding his pants incredulously. "Quick, now." The soldier tossed him the garments.

"Are you telling me, O'Riley," Norrington gasped out, "that you are the one who killed Charlie Brosnan the night previous?"

"That I am, Commodore."

"Then how came you to be in young Turner's shop?"

Seamus' smile told me he had just noticed me, but his eyes begged me to be quiet. "Well, I needed a place to lie low, didn't I? This shop looked like an inconspicuous place. Guess I was wrong."

"Then why're you naked?" a soldier asked. Seamus turned to him, exasperation in his eyes.

"I never sleep with me clothes on, mate," Seamus explained as though it should be obvious. "Bloody uncomfortable, it is."

"What are your conditions, O'Riley?" Norrington asked. He was starting to look a little blue.

"First, release the lad. He hasn't done nothing. Second, let me get me pants on."

"You're willing to come with us?"

"Well, the way I see it, if ye did let me go, ye'd be right back again after me. Why don't we get the dirty stuff done away with early now, Norrington?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but Seamus silenced me with a look. I watched as Seamus released the Commodore from his grasp. "Toss me that belt there, that's a good lad, Will," he said. He pulled the pants on, securing them with the belt. Not a few of the soldiers looked sorry to see him clothed again. I felt somewhat sick.

They took his hands in manacles, securing them tightly. They dragged him away from the shop, off to the fort where they would keep him until his hanging. I felt certain they wouldn't give him a trial.

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How'd that sound to you folks?

I liked it.

Okay, those are lines from the play. See, my "husband" makes fireworks in the basement, and my father quit work 35 years ago, and . oh yeah, you want to hear more about the story.

Don't worry! There's much more to come!

Kasis: Thank you for sticking with me! I was happy to note that you are the ONLY PERSON so far to read BOTH OF MY STORIES! That was very nice. No prob. I explain things fairly clearly most of the time.

Bouuncyball: I live for your joy! I'm so glad I can make you happy! I had somebody explain the term "fluff" to me, and I think this story is a nice, fluffy alternative, don't you? Let me know what you think of other things. Like this story. Or my other story.

Desti: Don't worry, I hate Liz too. Hee hee, see what I get to do to her! It's not like painful or anything, it's just Will's enlightenment. Yes, that's what it is. And of course it doesn't involve a great deal of dynamite. no, really, it doesn't.

Johnnyd::desti: I love knowing I torture people! That makes you come back for more! Now you have to see how it ends! Seamus is a sweetie, isn't he? (*drool) Dagnabit, all over my keyboard.

Now, I need to reiterate. THERE IS A PART COMING UP IN WHICH YOU WILL NEED TO HAVE READ MY OTHER STORY. OTHERWISE YOU WILL BE VERY CONFUSED. IF YOU DON'T READ MY OTHER STORY, DON'T BLAME ME FOR YOUR CONFUSION. Thank you, that is all. Just go read the story, okay?