Abigail woke up feeling rested. Her back was still hurting but she felt refreshed. She must have slept for a very long time. The bed beside her was empty, Charles probably already attending to his duties. Using his given name so freely in her thoughts made her giddy. She sat up, grinning. She looked around the cabin. Charles was not inside. She was slightly disappointed but then her eyes came to rest on the food on the table.

Quickly she made her way over, she was starving again. Abigail reached for the food when her eyes came to rest on the note she found next to it.

Abigail,

Find me when you're done!

~ Charles

Short and to the point. He was like that. She quickly wolfed down her breakfast and gulped down several cups of water again. Considering the amount of water she had consumed with her breakfast, she assumed that she was still somewhat dehydrated. She needed to remember to take care of herself if she wanted to survive whatever life had in store for her.

Abigail breathed in deeply for several times before opening the door and stepping onto the deck. The sun was already high in the sky. She suspected that she may have slept more than twelve hours. She closed the door behind her and set off to find Charles. She did not have to search for long. He was up in the rigging inspecting something. She patiently waited until he was back on deck until she approached him.

Charles instructed the crew member that had been up in the rigging with him and send him on his way. Only then he focussed on Abigail standing before him. She was still wearing the clothes Bones had given her and her long brown hair was a mess but she still took his breath away. Before he could get lost just looking at her, he motioned for her to follow him. He led her to the stern of the deck and shooed away the few crew members that were lounging about.

Abigail watched Charles sit down on a crate. It was time to talk. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and before Charles could address her, she sat down on the crate next to him. Charles was leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He was alternating from looking at his hands to her. It was a long time before he spoke, "You saved me. Thank you. There is a place here for you if you want it." He realized he was not actually addressing this thing between them, and annoyed at himself he ran his hand through his hair. "Look," he said, "I'm not a nice man. I don't do this…" He stood up frustrated. This was so fucking stupid. What the hell was he trying to accomplish? He walked over to the railing and leaned on it.

Abigail was so happy when she heard his words. She could stay right here, with him. But she could sense he was agitated and was not surprised when he moved away moments later. She wanted this, she realized. She could not bear to be separated from him. The mere thought paining her. She wanted more, much more. That was when she realized that she had made her choice. She would stay here, with the pirates, with HIM.

She walked over to where Charles was and gently touched his arm. Charles could not help but move into her touch. He twisted around and came to stand in front of her. He raised his hand and cupped her cheek in his hand, "Abigail," he said with a small smile on his face. She cleared her throat and looked him straight in the eyes. "Charles, I…," she trailed off, her eyes boring into his soul. He could see desire in them. He bent his head, his mouth coming to rest next to her ear. "I can't wait to have you later," he whispered into her ear.

A small squeak escaped Abigail's mouth. Her inside had turned to mush in reaction to his statement. He moved his head back and looked directly at her again. Instead of turning away and hiding herself, she moved her head forward. An unseen force compelling her to kiss him.

Charles immediately responded to her kiss. He wrapped his arms around her. She felt so tiny compared to him, yet they fit perfectly together. He deepened their kiss, coaxing her lips open with his tongue. He could tell she was inexperienced but she was eager, moving her body ever closer to his.

He could have kissed her forever but they were interrupted by the lookout yelling, "Sails. Directly south."