Hello! Thank you for reading and to those who've reviewed - I really do appreciate it and as always am happy to hear any feedback/criticism :)

So in this chapter we see a different side to both Lily and Samuel and we get to see a bit more of Barbossa so please tell me what you think :D

Chapter 10

Lily blinked groggily as she came round from whatever drug-induced stupor she assumed she'd been put into and groaned as she sat up.

"Ow, ow, ow." She whimpered, cradling her head in her hands as a searing pain flashed through her temples.

"Morning, sunshine." A deep voice said from behind her. Lily was on her feet like a shot and backing away before she saw that it was Samuel. He was sprawled in a chair, his feet up on a chest of some sort and his arms folded.

She narrowed her eyes at him,

"Morning, liar." She retorted, tossing her hair but he only laughed which served to infuriate her more.

"Ouch, well someone got out of the wrong side of the bed today!" He said, raising his eyebrows.

"The sight of you first thing in the morning is enough to put anyone in a bad mood." She told him cuttingly, placing her hands on her hips.

"You didn't seem to be thinking that last night, little miss pucker up." He teased and she gave an outraged gasp.

"I can't believe you'd have the nerve to – and besides, it was dark last night." She said, stamping a foot.

"Ah now my pride is wounded." He said dramatically, putting a hand to his heart and smirking.

"I really couldn't care less." Lily snapped. "Now where am I?"

"I would've thought it was quite obvious that you're on a ship." He said as if she was an idiot for asking.

"Not if you've never been on a ship before it isn't." She said uneasily, only now beginning to notice the slight rocking motion of the waves beneath the ship.

"You've never been on a ship?" He said incredulously, "Not even with your parents being -" he broke off and sat back, shaking his head.

"What? My parents being what?" She asked but he made no move to reply. "Samuel!"

"Well your mothers a bloody pirate monarch and your father...well, you know." He said impatiently, shrugging.

"No I don't know!" She exclaimed and he looked at her cautiously before settling back again.

"Well then it's not my place to tell you." He said with his eyes closed.

Lily saw red, before he knew it she'd removed her left shoe and hurled it at him. His eyes flew open as it hit him squarely on the shoulder and he regarded the disheveled girl standing in front of him. Her hair was wild and loose, her eyes flashing, her cheeks red and her lips trembling with anger.

He just laughed and picked up her shoe.

"Bad move tiger." He told her, "You're not getting this back."

Her mouth fell open, "You can't do that!" She said in a squeaky voice.

"Watch me." He whispered conspiratorially and then grinned broadly as she reached for it.

"Nope." He teased, swinging it out of her reach. "I might just drop it over the side." He pondered, getting to his feet. Lily's eyes widened and she flung herself at him, he easily kept her at bay and Lily grew more and more frustrated until at last she simply jumped on him. He fell backwards onto the bed and she sat on his chest, triumphantly grabbing the shoe from him.

"Aha!" She said, holding it aloft like a trophy.

Unfortunately Captain Barbossa chose that moment to walk in.

Both of them grew wide-eyed as the door opened, Lily flushed bright red and quickly slid off the bed, leaning against the wardrobe, and Samuel sat up hurriedly straightening his jacket.

"Well, well, well!" Barbossa said throatily, "What do we have here?"

"Not what you think, sir." Lily replied, glaring at Samuel.

"Don't dare contradict me lassy." Barbossa threatened, his voice low and menacing. "It'll come off the worse for ye."

She forced herself not to voice any of the angry retorts swirling around in her mind, Samuel chuckled at the internal battle plainly written on her face.

"Samuel yer needed up on deck, boy." His father said, "I need to have a little chat with our guest here."

Suddenly, despite having wanted never to see him again a few minutes ago, Lily really didn't want Samuel to leave. She was afraid of Barbossa and the thought of having a 'little chat' with him was terrifying at best. Samuel got to his feet slowly and sauntered over to the door, only looking behind once at Lily, she flinched when the door shut behind him.

The pirate looked at her curiously, she wasn't what he'd expected.

"Do ye know why yer here lass?" He asked roughly.

"I believe because of some ludicrous title." She said, shrugging slightly.

"Partly, aye that be correct." He said, nodding. She looked at him worriedly,

"Partly?" She repeated slowly.

"Aye, ye see after yer dear mother's signed the title over to us we can pretty much do as we please on these waters. But," He said, pausing, "Do ye know of the legend concernin' Davy Jones?"

Lily shook her head slowly,

"He's a pirate, is he not?" She said with a frown, edging farther away from Barbossa.

"Aye," He agreed with a smirk, "The most feared of them all, for he be cursed." He hissed the last word, his eyes glinting. Lily took another step backwards and regarded him through narrowed eyes.

"I hardly believe in ghost stories sir." She said scathingly and Barbossa chuckled darkly.

"Aye, yer mother said much the same when I told her a similar story." He told her, watching her carefully to gauge her reaction.

"You...you knew her?" She clarified, wide-eyed.

"That I did." He replied.

Lily stared at him but then shook her head impatiently,

"Well that's beside the point. You won't scare me with stories." She snapped and he laughed a slow, throaty laugh that made her shiver.

"Ah but this be reality Miss Turner." He growled, "Ye'll learn soon enough."

And with that he got to his feet, leaving her alone and very confused.

She lay down on the bed and covered her head with her hands, trying to slow the beating of her heart. Somehow she had been catapulted out of her normal, comfortable life and into this nightmare and she didn't know how to deal with it.

"I had difficulty choosing which dress to wear back home, how on earth am I supposed to get out of this?" She groaned, hitting out at the pillow and rolling onto her stomach.

She vaguely heard the door open but was too busy feeling sorry for herself to acknowledge whoever it was so she just turned the other way.

"Lily?" She heard Samuel say.

"Go away." She sobbed, burying her face further into her arms.

Samuel let out a frustrated sigh, "I have food. Father's orders." He said, placing the tray on the chest beside the bed with a bang – he was not best pleased with being treated like a waiter.

Lily sat up at the bang and turned round to glare at Samuel.

"I won't touch it." She hissed, ready to have a full-scale tantrum. "Things like this, they do not happen to me!" She got to her feet and tilted her chin so as to look him in the eyes. "And I hope you know that it's your fault." She said, jabbing him in the chest.

Samuel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Well it looks like they do, and I really don't give a damn." He told her and she gave a little scream.

"How dare you stand there and – and – you! You're an arrogant beast and I despise you!" She sobbed, going to push past him but he grabbed her arm, keeping her from moving despite her struggles.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a spoiled brat?" He said and she stamped her foot.

"No." She muttered sulkily, tugging at his hand.

"Well then you're a spoiled brat." He said matter-of-factly.

"Get off of me." She said in a cold voice she reserved for her most persistent suitors. Samuel gave a short laugh and let go of her so suddenly that she fell backwards. She pushed herself backwards, looking up at him with a definite pout, her eyes shining with tears, her hair wild and her cheeks red.

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself." He said bluntly, "Just as I was beginning to think you might be a bit more than a poor little rich girl."

Lily blinked – why wasn't he feeling guilty and comforting her? Why was he so different from other young men? Did he not find her attractive? She quickly pushed that ludicrous thought aside, he had after all made her kiss him.

"I'm sorry but -" She started to protest but he cut her off,

"Apology accepted." He smirked, Lily scrambled to her feet and tossed her hair.

"I would like you to leave now." She said imperiously.

"Yes I'd quite like that too but unfortunately for us both I've been instructed to watch you." He replied with an arrogant shrug.

"Aw, do you always do what daddy tells you?" She whispered in a sickly sweet voice, stepping closer to him and batting her eyelashes.

"Not at all but I had a feeling you needed watching." He retorted, taking a step closer in turn.

"I don't need your help sir." She murmured, raising an eyebrow.

"Look, helping you is really not on my agenda lady." He snapped and she laughed.

"Oh? Then what is? I really can't imagine." She said innocently, pressing closer.

"I'm sure loads of dashing young men find themselves quite disarmed by your charm Miss Turner." He whispered and then leant closer. "But I'm afraid I'm not one of them." He finished and suddenly moved to sit in the chair he'd occupied that morning, regarding her coolly as she struggled for words.

Lily sat down cross-legged on the bed in a state of shock and he chuckled to himself. After a moment she turned to him.

"Are you...the other way inclined?" She questioned and he burst out laughing.

"No."

"Oh." She said, furrowing her brow in confusion.

Neither of them spoke again for a long time, one too busy reflecting on the absurdity that was a man that didn't treat her nicely and the other silently congratulating himself on his admirable willpower.