Sorry for the late, but as I said in the later chapter, Doctor Who became an obssesion, but now I've finished! I only have one week left of winter break, so in a two weeks time I won't be updating so much, but I won't stop. And I'm thinking of doing an doctorwho!Jily fic, what do you think? (:

sorry for the short chapter too. My mom is planning a party, and of course, i have to help her. So, here's the chapter!

So this it was what happy pirates looked like. Sometimes I wish I was in the safety of my basement cell. They were scarier angry, I would guess, but for gods sakes, I haven't see them like this, and I hope I wouldn't. They were drunk, of course. Pirates gave me the impression that a nice bottle of rum can resolve every problem in the world. Hunger? Drink a bottle. Sorrow? Drink a bottle. Anger? Drink a bottle. Lost your head? Here, have a freaking bottle. Of course, they were celebrating. Even the real men from my town drink when they want to celebrate something. But of course, they don't act like animals. The crew was screaming at each other, laughing extremely loud and singing dirty songs. And of course, betting all the gold they have just got. Lupin has been extremely moody since they've went to that little town on France. In the next town, James said he acted like a massive murderer. He had got here with so much gold that even I couldn't believe. And know he just sits alone in a corner, polishing his sword carefully, not talking to anyone and ignoring you when you get close to him. Black was somewhere away from the party, and so was Katherine. Pettigrew was trying to get some new friends. Since he betrayed Potter, Lupin and Black got mad and whenever he is near them they look like they would kill him right there. So of course, he doesn't go near them anymore. Smart boy.

And Potter was there. Sitting away from the crew, looking at the sky full of stars and with a bottle of rum on his hand. He looked at me, and grinned. He patted the barrel beside him and raised an eyebrow. I could pretend I didn't see it. But of course I've had. But still, I could pretend and go to my room and just there the rest of the night. Away from the pirates. Away from him. That would be a nice night. But I couldn't. I was a lady, and a lady is never impolite. So I went and I sat beside him.

"Hello, sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart." He chuckled.

"One day," He said, smiling at me, conceited. "You're going to give in."

"I doubt it."

"Better not, sweetheart."

"I said don't call me that!"

"Why not? It's a nickname."

"We aren't friends or lovers so we can't have nicknames!"

"You got a nickname for me." He said.

"What? No, I don't!"

"Yes, you do. It's toerag." I let a giggle.

"Nice one." I said, smiling at him. "But still, don't call me sweetheart."

"Alright, alright. Lily?"

"Evans." I replied.

"Evans? Oh, please, we've crossed that point." He said.

"No, we haven't, Potter."

"I saved you!"

"You kidnapped me!"

"You're seeing it from a different point of view. I saved you from your bored life. Now you have stories to tell your grandchildren!" I laughed, and he smiled triumphantly.

"You're such a dork."

We stayed silent from some time. I looked at the sky, seeing all the stars that I used to see from my room. They always seemed limited from there. Limited by my window, limited by the roof of the other houses. Here they were free. Everywhere I looked I could see the stars, all the stars, I felt like flying. They were so tiny from here; they filled the whole sky, like some big family. They completed each other, making pictures.

"One day," he said, taking me out of my thoughts. "I'm going to get to the moon."

"That's impossible." I said.

"I bet two weeks ago you would think it was impossible to be on a pirate ship."

"Touché." I replied. "You'll have to take me to the moon with me."

"I don't think we have crossed that point yet."

"Toerag." He laughed, and took a gulp of rum.

"Want some?"

"I don't drink!" I said indignant.

"Why not?"

"It's not what ladies do."

He laughed. Oh, God, he laughed really hard.

"You're saying that you never had a drink? Ever? In your whole life."

"Yes!" He shook his head, like I was some kind of hopeless.

"That's absurd! Here, have a bottle." He said, handing me it.

"No! Potter, I won't drink it. I shouldn't."

"Why not? Rules from home? You're not home, sweetheart. And I promise I won't tell your dad."

"If you ever get near him, he'll cut your head off."

"I don't doubt it. Anyway, here, drink it."

"No!" I said. He was such a stubborn man. Most men grow out of it when they get older, but apparently, Potter wasn't like most men.

"You're afraid!" he stated.

"I'm not afraid of anything." I said, angry.

"So prove it. Have a drink."

I stared at him. He didn't look away. He was playing with me. Making me drink just to prove I'm right.

"I don't have to prove anything to people like you!" I said.

"Alright, Evans. So you're scared."

"I'm not fucking scared!" I practically screamed.

"Wait, wait! Lily Evans swearing? What have we done to you, sweetheart?"

"Stop it."

"Then drink it."

"No, stop it!"

He laughed.

"Oh dear lord, just a few more days and you're becoming a pirate. Swearing. You! You're like a delicate flower. You're right, you would never manage to drink some rum, and you're so tiny and…"

That's it. Enough. I grabbed the bottle from his hands forcefully and got a big gulp. I wasn't expecting the burning on my throat, but it definitely felt good. It felt amazing, truth be told. It didn't just feel like rum. It felt like freedom. Breaking bounds, breaking free.

"I knew you would like it."

"It… It burns." I said. I wasn't going to admit that he was right, of course. That's unthinkable.

"But you liked it. I could see on your face. You loved it."

"Kind of." I mumbled.

"Alright… C'mon, you've just won the right to see the stars."

"I'm seeing them."

"Oh, no, to really, really, see them. You're going to be so close to them that you'll feel that you can touch them. I promise, you, it will be amazing."

"Oh my god!" I said, breathless. "Oh my god, we're going to fall."

We were in the topsail. We were in the highest point on the whole ship.

"We're going to die." I moaned.

"Of course not. Come here." He said, sitting. He looked completed calm, like he was ignoring the fact that we were really, really high. "Don't tell me you're afraid of heights too."

"I'm not." I said, getting on my feet slowly. "I'm completely fine. I'm not afraid of anything. I'm an Evans."

"And I'm a Potter, nice to meet you. Come here, I won't let you fall." He said, opening his arms, offering a hug.

"No way." I said, sitting again. "No freaking way."

"Ok. Then fall." The ship balanced a little, and I shamefully admit that I let out a tiny scream. He smiled mockingly.

"I hate you." I said, sitting beside him. He hugged me carefully, like I would scream at him if he did an inappropriate movement. I probably would.

"Sure you do." He replied. "Now look at the stars."

I looked up. It was a million times more beautiful then down there. There were stars everywhere. Up, down, left and right. I smiled, wonderstruck. I was wrong. Here, and only here, they were completely free. Like I was. I could never swear at home. I could never drink at home. I could never be so near of a man without second intentions. I could never feel this way.

"You know, we're going to a town to spend the money. Captain is buying food and water, but we, I mean, the crew, is going to spend it wherever they want. You could come with me."

"Is this a date?"

He chuckled.

"It's the nearest you can get of it here."

"Well, this ship is getting a bit boring…" I said. "So yes, I'm going with you. But please, no whores."

"Sirius is the man for whores."

"What do you do in the cities? I mean, when you're not busy kidnapping innocent girls."

"Oh well…" He made a face like he was trying to think. "I drink."

"You drink. That's all?"

"Yes."

"Oh, right. You drink. That's really different from what you do here."

"Well… There was this time, when I didn't drink."

"What did you do?"

"An old woman was telling stories to the little kids. It was at daylight, so the kids were in the streets. Sirius, Remus and Peter were already gone, having their so-called day off. I was going to the pub, of course. But I never had a woman, or a mom, to tell me fairytales when I was a little boy. The kids seemed so… so focused on her, on her voice, on her expressions, her hands. I just… stood there. Listened to her stories. I've never had a true childhood. The stories I used to hear were about assaulted towns and wars won. Not about princess in distress and princes saving them. "

"That's nice." I said, laying my head on his shoulder, blinking. "It's been a long time since I've heard fairytales. My father used to say I was too big for them after I turned eight."

"You were still a child."

"He's a bit too serious. Always puts duty in front of everything."

"Duty sucks." He said, sounding like a small child.

"Yes." I agreed. "Duty sucks."

The stars were so bright, and I smiled sleepily.

"I think it's time to go to bed." He said.

"Let's stay here…"

"I can't. It's not my ship, I can't just go wherever I want."

"You mean that you're going to get yourself in trouble?"

"Probably."

"Potter!" I said, getting on my feet again, and moaning when I remembered how high we were.

"Alright, alright, let's go." He said, getting up and helping me to get down again. I felt amazing to have my feet back on the floor, but it felt extremely sad and empty without all the stars surrounding us. The crew was already asleep.

"Goodnight, toerag." I said, smiling slightly at him.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."