Peter's POV

I stepped out into the clearing, tears blurring my vision. I tried to ignore them, but it was hard to when I kept having to wipe them away. The clashing of metal filled my ears as I pulled out my old sword.

I dodged a fighting pair and ducked under a low hanging branch, wondering why in the world the men would pick a place like this to fight in. But mostly, I thought about her.

Picturing her tear streaked face in my mind, I flailed my sword at someone, not even seeing them as I did. Her deep green eyes sparkling with teardrops, Kiley had watched me, hoping for an answer to the question she couldn't answer. But how was I to know what she wanted when even she didn't?

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Kiley's POV

I watched him disappear into the clearing as I slowly stood up. Why did I feel this way about him? I didn't even know him, just figured out his name. And yet it was as if I had known Peter for years.

Knowing it was the only place to go, I reluctantly stepped towards the clearing. Slowly drawing my sword and listening to the scrape of it, I took a deep breath and walked out into the battle.

The first thing I noticed was Jack, in combat with the man who apparently had come to be in charge after the fall of the captain. But next I saw Peter, and everything else evaded my vision. His dirty golden hair fell over his forehead, and he threw it back. Those eyes. The sapphire glitter of them made me feel faint. But then I realized he was on the ground. He was clutching his arm and biting his lip so that it turned the hue of a cherry. When he removed his hand, I saw the crimson red of blood. Unable to stop myself, I burst through the covering of thick vegetation and ran to him.

It wasn't until then that the other man caught my eye. Ragetti stood over Peter's prone body, and he held his cutlass high in the air, just like I had yesterday. Peter cowered under Ragetti's tall figure. But then- something dropped from Ragetti's person.

A wooden eye rolled across the ground.

Ragetti lowered his weapon and scurried along the ground, reaching out for the escaping eye. I knelt at Peter's side, looking him in the face. He looked up from his wound, searching my eyes for some clue as to whether I was going to help him or not. I smiled slightly, and he tried to grin back, but his face contorted with pain.

Gazing down at his arm, I gently moved his other hand so I could see the wound. It wasn't as deep as I thought it would have been. But there wasn't any water nearby, or none that I knew of, so I just tore off the hem of my skirt and began to wrap it tightly around the wound. Sighing, we looked at each other, saying nothing but understanding everything. Though the fight went on around us, we were lost in our own happy world.

So, whatcha think? I had trouble tying together the ending of this one. Also, any ideas for the next chapter are welcome.

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