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Jim's P.O.V.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just had a lot on my mind, and I wasn't thinking straight. I really didn't mean to go off on you like that." I continued, feeling extremely guilty for yelling at Charley when all she wanted was to comfort me. Silver had just given me a talk, making me feel a lot better about everything. About my past, my future, and about my feelings for Charley.

She didn't reply, silent and still against the edge of the boat. I felt myself grow worried; what if she didn't forgive me, what if she hated me now, what-

My thoughts were cut off by a small sniffle. I blinked in surprise; that sounded like a crying sniffle. 'But that makes no sense. Charley doesn't cry.' She had told him so herself, telling him she hadn't cried in years, and probably would see anything that would make her in the future.

I was startled as the sniffle came again, her back shaking slightly. Now I knew what i was seeing, and that only made me feel worse.

Charley's P.O.V.

I shuddered slightly, trying to hide my tears. I blinked furiously, scrubbing at my eyes.

"Charley?" I hard Jim say again, though this time he sounded extremely worried. I scowled; I was never very good at hiding emotions from people I cared about.

I found myself sniffling again, then another sob broke through my defenses. I curled into myself slightly, tears dripping down my cheeks.

I was suddenly enveloped in warm arms, my face pressed up against Jim chest. I could hear his heartbeat, thudding softly and evenly against my ear. I tried weakly to pull away from the arms, but didn't have enough strength.

Jim was babbling erratically, obviously freaked out at my tears. After all, I wasn't the kind of person to cry easily. I listened to his half-formed apologies and comforts, smiling as he tripped over his words.

I giggled, the sound surprising me. Jim stopped talking, surprised as well at my sudden change in attitude.

"Charley?" He asked slowly. I looked up at his face to find him completely bewildered at my behavior.

"Sorry." I said, pulling away from him and wiping my eyes. Jim watched me, wary of more emotional outbursts.

"Did I make you cry?" He asked softly, afraid of the answer. I paused for a moment, wondering how I should answer.

"Depends on how you look at it. One way, you could've made me cry by saying those things." Jim looked guilty at this, but he wanted the truth. "On the other hand, only the person crying can make themselves cry." I said, hoping to confuse him into feeling better.

"So you made yourself cry because of what I said?" He put it into my words, surprising me. 'Well, the movie did say he was smart.'

"Yes." I said plainly, then shrugged. "But whatever. It's fine, I shouldn't of pushed it."

"No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have yelled at you when you were trying to help." He said, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. I grinned as he did so; he looked adorable.

I raised an eyebrow at myself. 'Where did that come from?'

"It's fine." I repeated, wiping my eyes quickly. He smiled gratefully, happy he was forgiven.

"Well, I'm going to get to sleep." He said, stretching with a yawn. I nodded, finding myself yawning as well.

"I think I will, too. Tomorrow's going to be interesting." I said, accidentally letting something slip.

"What happens tomorrow?" Jim asked as we walked to the sleeping quarters. I mentally face-palmed.

"I dunno. I know that something will happen, though." I covered my mistake easily.

"Mmm-hmm." He said agreeably; obviously, he knew better than to argue with me. I smiled, then flopped down into my hammock.

I rolled over, not wanting to change into my usual sleep clothes, as I knew what would happen tomorrow. At the thought, my smile faded, and I fell into an uneasy sleep.

I was suddenly knocked out of bed, something having pushed me out of my hammock. I fell to the floor, my jacket covering my face.

"Ungh!" I huffed, then stuck my leg out and tripped whoever knocked me down. I heard a grunt and a thud as the person fell to the ground.

I pulled my jacket off of my face, seeing Jim rubbing his back where he landed. Morph was flying around him, just out of reach, Jim's boot in his mouth.

"What was that?" I asked, pretending to be groggy and irritated. Really, my nerves felt like they were stretched thin, knowing exactly what will happen.

"Morph stole my boot, and I accidentally bumped into you while chasing him." Jim said quickly. Morph giggled and flew faster, proving his statement.

'He's obviously dealt with a sleepy, crabby female before.' I thought, still frowning at Jim as I got up. I was suddenly sent back to the ground, right on top of Jim, my a swift kick to the ass. I turned around quickly, seeing Morph blow a raspberry at me and fly away.

"Hey!" I shouted, getting up and pulling Jim to his feet as I chased after him. We chased him out onto the deck, both laughing. Morph flew towards the galley stairs. Jim dove off of the steps we were on, and grabbed his boot, landing near the grate-like wood over the galley.

He blew his hair out of his eyes, eyeing Morph with a smug look as I made my way down the safer way. Morph transformed into a blowfish, squirted me in the face as I got near, and proceeded to slap Jim in the face with his tail.

"That's it, you little squid!" Jim said, grabbing for Morph. The shapeshifter giggled, and went down into the grate, popping back up as a mini Jim.

"You little squid." He mimicked. Jim whacked at Morph as the little bugger popped in an out of the squares, coming up as more Jim's.

After a bit, Morph stopped popping up. Jim looked through the grate, a playful smile on his face. I helped him up off the ground, and we headed down the stairs to the galley.

We looked around in the galley, trying to find the place where Morph would be hiding. Jim nudged me slightly, and we walked over to the purp barrel, which was running low. We peeked ver the edge, scanning the purps.

After a few moments, one of the purps opened it's eyes. Seeing us, it blinked close.

"Ha! Busted!" Jim shouted, as we both jumped in the barrel, laughing and grabbing at Morph. I shifted, squished in the tight space in the barrel.

'This wasn't the smartest thing to do.' I thought. Jim suddenly stopped and stifled Morph as we heard voices coming into the galley.

"There's only four of them left." I heard, realizing that they meant four non-pirates.

"We are wanting to move!" Said one pirate irately.

"We don't move till we got the treasure in hand!" Jim's eyes widened as Silver spoke, coming in the view of the peep hole we had. He turned to look at me, and I shrugged, gesturing for him to continue to watch.

"I say we kill 'em all now." Scroop came in our view, clicking his claws menacingly. He was suddenly grabbed in a choke-hold by Silver.

"I say w'at's ta say!" Silver shouted as Scroop struggled for breath. "Disobey my orders again like t'at stunt ya pulled with Mr. Arrow, and so help me, you'll be joinin' him!" Silver tossed Scroop at the purp barrel at the last words, and we were knocked around. Morph escaped, but Jim quickly caught him again.

"Strong words." Scroop said, recovering. "But I know otherwise." He said, reaching into the barrel we were hiding in. I twisted out of the way, just barely missing being caught by his claw.

Jim grabbed a purp and held it where Scroop put his claw next, making the spider psycho grab the fruit.

"It's that boy. Methinks you have a soft spot for him." Scroop poked a hole in the fruit, emphasizing his point. "And that girl. She's been pushing her luck with all of us, but you seem not to mind."

"Now, mark me, the lot of ya. l care about one t'ing, and one t'ing only! Flint's trove. You t'ink l'd risk it all for the sake of some nose-wipin' little whelps?" As Silver continued, Jim began to look completely crushed. I was feeling betrayed as well, but I smothered the feeling. I knew it would happen.

"What was it now? 'Oh, you got the makings of greatness in ya.'" Scroop mocked what Silver had said to Jim earlier.

"Shut your yap!" Silver bellowed. "l cozied up to those kids to keep 'em off our scent. But l ain't gone soft." He finished, glaring fiercely at Scroop.

"Land ho!" Called the multiple-eyed alien suddenly, distracting the pirates from their tense conversation. They all ran out onto the deck.

Jim released Morph, and the little blob followed the crew to see the planet. Jim and I slowly climbed out of the barrel.

"Did you know?" He asked me, looking in my eyes for any signs of untruth.

"The Captain hired me. I'm no pirate." I said bluntly. He looked relieved for a moment, and I felt guilty. I sighed, deciding to tell him some of the truth.

"But I did know about this." I said soberly. Jim looked shocked for a moment, then suspicious.

"How can you not be a pirate and still know about this?" He asked, eyes narrowed and his muscles tense.

"I knew this was going to happen, like I knew who the Captain was when I saw her the first time." I saw Jim wasn't believing me, so I continued. "I also know what will happen in the future."

"...You knew everything that was going to happen? And you know what's going to happen in the future?" He looked shocked. "How?"

"I think all you need to know now is that I'm not a pirate." I said hurriedly. Jim tensed in distrust. "We need to let Captain Amelia know that there's pirates on her ship." I continued urgently, pushing him slightly towards the steps. He took the hint and began to run.

We stopped short, almost running into Silver.

"Jimbo. Lee." He looked around to make sure no one noticed us, then began to back us into the galley. "Playing games, are we?" He asked darkly. Jim looked to me as we backed into a table. I merely glared at Silver, letting Jim know he wasn't on our side now.

"Yeah. Yeah, we're playing games." Jim said, equally as dark. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him feeling around the table, searching for a weapon.

"Oh, I see." Silver backed us in a little more. "Well, I was never much good at games." He put his right arm behind his back. "Always hated to lose." As Silver said this, I heard a small click, the tell-tale sound of a cocked gun.

"Hmm." Jim said, grabbing a pair of kitchen shears tightly. "Me, too!" Jim yelled, stabbing the shears into Silver's mechanical leg. He grabbed my hand and took off, running towards the captain's stateroom.

I didn't realize this until it was ponted out, but I left the last chapter on a bit of a cliffhanger. This one as well, now that I think about it.

Oh, well. It just gives people more incentive to review!