And so another Chapter begins...dun-dun-dun!...hope you like it ;D

I spent the next few hours nursing the Selkie as best as I could without knowing what I was really supposed to do. I tried everything I could think of. I placed wet cloths on his forehead and chest to cool his fever down some. Then I began to wrap the worst of his wounds in seawater soaked makeshift bandages. I continued wiping the dirt and blood from his body though it seemed to do little. He tossed and moaned relentlessly, as if he was reliving whatever horrible thing he had endured. My efforts only availed in revealing his appearance a little more. It's true his body was lean, very lean, but it was also sleek and muscular. He looked as if he were some sort of exotic hunter, dangerous even while he slept. His face was sharp and angular and highly attractive. I remembered the vivid sapphire of his eye and imagined the way it complemented his jet black hair. He was undoubtedly a beautiful man; much to be feared and much to be admired. I was wiping his forehead yet again when his hand caught my wrist and he let out a small cry. My eyes frantically searched his face.

"Wh-what is it?" I asked, slightly shaken. He moaned in reply.

"Am I hurting you? Are you alright? Can you understand me?" I was beginning to panic. What if I had made the situation worse? God, Mr. Selkie, please say something!

"No...thank you...mhuirnin" His breath was labored and the rhythmic rising and falling of his chest began to quicken. I marveled at the roiling Gaelic brogue that trickled warm from his crackling lips. He tried to raise himself up, but i quickly pressed him back down to the bed.

"I'm glad you haven't died, but you shouldn't move just yet." I said, automatically smoothing his slick hair.

"Yes...huh...thankya..." he mumbled closing his good eye reluctantly.

"You're welcome. Now have i hurt you?"

"Aon...mhuirnin." he gasped.

"What?"

"No..."

"Where are you from?"

"Belfast."

"What's your name?"

"Keiron...ma'am...Keiron Macnucator" He smiled briefly.

"Keiron, I'm Danielle. Do you need anything?" I asked

"Jus..me skin..." he breathed, helpless.

"So you really are a Selkie?"

"Ea.

"That's yes right?" I was a little anxious. After all, a Selkie, separated from his skin and left for dead and caused the green flash, was really talking to me.

"Aye."

"Well, I'm sorry to tell you, but we don't know where your skin is or who did this to you. The best I can do for you is bandage you up and try to cool you down, but so far it hasn't done much good."

"Dòmhnall Dubh...that's who did this to me." he spat angrily.

"Dom-who?"

"I believe ya cal'im the devil." he replied in a low pained voice and turned his face away from me towards the voice had become so cold and sinister that I no longer felt it safe to stay.

"I'll leave you to rest." I said gathering all the materials I had scattered about. I felt his piercing gaze follow me out of the room, but refused to show any fear.

I safely returned to Jack's cabin to find him deep in thought with a bottle in one hand and his trusty compass in the other. He looked dog-tired, but he was fighting it though I didn't know why. His eyes flickered to mine as soon as I stepped into the room. Once the door was closed, he sprang lithely up and crossed the room in an instant. He stood so close I could hear the sound of his heart beating vigorously in his chest. I looked up warily, searching for answers to his sudden strange behavior. I thought of our earlier discrepancy and the shock that happened only hours ago, yet it didn't seem that those things could cause Jack to act in this manner.

"What's wrong?" I asked feeling my pulse race in fear. He didn't say a word, only stared back into my eyes and then his lips were tenderly placed against mine in the sweetest kiss I'd ever had. It was long and lasting without ever deepening to the point of smoldering lust, to which I had become accustomed. Instead, his lips conveyed passion, innocence, fear, beauty, and vulnerability that coursed down to the deepest parts of me causing me to shudder slightly and wobble forward into his chest. Jack pulled away and wrapped his arms around me, stroking the goose flesh that covered my arms. I met his eyes once more before I found my words again.

"That doesn't help. You can't make whatever's bugging you go away with a kiss like that." I demanded disentangling myself from him. I stubbornly stood with my hands on my hips and awaited his answer.

"Fine, luv. I won't try to woo you anymore tonight."

"Answer me, Jack Sparrow. What's the matter with you? I come in here to find you staring at a wall like a fool and an expression on your face that scares the crap outta me. SO what's up?" I yell, waving my arms around melodramatically. A smile twitches onto his face and I swear I could kill him right now. His face changes a thousand times before any words come out and I try not to reach up and strangle him. When he finally speaks it's in a deep and quiet voice that sounds timid and somehow happy.

"I, I think I'm in love wiv you, luv."

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