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BPOV:

It had been three days since we had had the conversation in Edward's room. Since then he had not really talked, but whenever I saw him he would always glance at me with a puzzling look upon his face. I had made friends quickly upon the ship. There was Ben who would always help me as I am not the strongest person in the crew, plus Emmett and Jasper who always treated me like one of the guys. Then there was Marcus who I hadn't really counted as a friend before that now helped me do some of the more difficult tasks that were put before me. There was Niels, the map man and teacher to the ships boys, the ships boys: Jamiey, Thomas, Billy, Johnathan and Jack. Paul de' Rhodes the man who doles out the supplies, Thomas o Laughton an Irish man who knows how to tie knots, Kip who is our carpenter, and lastly Edward. It was an odd sort of friendship, we didn't talk but we would exchange glances when someone would do something stupid, which happened all the time.

The two crews liked each other enough, with the occasional bad-mouthing now and then but it was good to get that out of your system once and a while. Of course anyone who resorted to physical violence would be strung to a cannon and whipped within an inch of his life. So, perhaps there was a reason most just stuck to words. 'Settle it on land' was the motto that the men frequently muttered whenever someone was out for blood.

There were some main differences in how the crew treated me on the Emerald than on the Flying Swan, 1) those who knew that I am in fact female let me do my work occasional helping me when it warranted it; instead of politely shoving me out of the way so the girl wouldn't hurt herself. 2) The men whom I counted among my friends always let me in on all of the late night things that they did when sleep wouldn't come, such as tonight. The work had been easy and the food fulfilling; so there where whispers that we would have a little get together in the bunks where the bulk of the sailors were housed. I glanced up at the disappearing sun, not long now, not long.

"Cayde." A voice from the shadows whispered. My head whipped toward the sound; my right hand reaching for my shiv that was tucked in my boot and my shoulders tensing waiting for someone to do something.

"Relax, it's just me." Rose appeared from the shadowy corner. She lightly patted me on the back.

"So, you have any watches tonight?" She asked. I couldn't help but notice the circles underneath her blue eyes.

I shook my head. "Na' I had a shift last night. It gets easier, you know; living on the ship, I know you weren't on the Flying Swan long enough to get used to the sleep cycle of sailors, but if it helps, to get to sleep easier just imagine a person that you have always been close to and imagine that they are siting right next to you stroking your back and singing lullabies to you. It usually helps me fall asleep, and stay asleep." I said glancing around warily looking out for any other sailors up and about.

"There's no one around, the first watch hasn't even started yet."She responded. "And for the advice, thank you but I don't believe that that would help, as I don't really care for any of my family and as for past lovers, I haven't had any as of yet but I will tell you what I will do, I will try and imagine the man that I will fall in love with, the man who cares about me, and knows his way around a ship, who is a massive stuffed animal but denies it every time I tell him that..." She trailed off her eyes glancing toward the armory.

A smirk lit my face. "It's Emmett isn't it?" A look of shock lit her face before she blushed and nodded.

"I knew it, well have you told him that you really like him? He obviously knows that you aren't a bloke, so why not?" I said grinning.

"First, wipe that self-satisfied smirk off of your face and second, It would never work between us, how could a man love a woman who isn't proper, who has seen many a man stark naked in the bowels of this very ship, and to top it off is four years his junior, a man like Emmett wants a woman who knows how to...please him, not some silly little girl who had the fantasy of a life at sea. No, it would never work, because he could never see me that way." She said looking towards the bow.

"Isn't that for him to decide? You could just say that you like him and that you want to give it a go and if it doesn't work then it wouldn't be because you hadn't tried, it would be because the two of you just didn't work together." I said reasonably.

No one said anything for two full minutes. Then, "I will tell him tonight at the get together."

I smiled at her, lightly shoving her in the shoulder. "Speaking of which, we should probably get going. I will meet you down there but I need to change my shirt, I feel as if you could smell me coming from a mile away." I said turning away from Rose heading back to my bunk. I saw her nod out of the corner of my eye. I wouldn't take long.

The sea was peaceful tonight. I closed my eyes as I stopped on the middle of the deck. The ocean pushed against the side of the boat, steadily rocking the large ship as if cradling a child to get it to sleep.

I opened my eyes, my mind still thoughtful as I moved towards Edward's room. My bunk was sloppily pushed to the corner of the room, where I had shoved it this morning. My eyes scanned about the room before stopping on the very tan back that I knew very well.

"Edward, didn't know you were in here..." I said timidly.

His head whipped around in surprise, apparently I walked rather quietly.

"Well, it is my cabin...are you going to the little get-together thing down below?" He asked me.

I nodded, "Yeah, I just figured that I would change my shirt before I went." Oh. Crap. How in the hell you gonna pull this one off? I really needed to change but then again I couldn't change in front of Edward, but he would be suspicious if I asked him to leave. The men weren't shy on this ship. They would always take off their shirts if the day got too hot.

"By all means..." He said gesturing to my pack of clothes.

I walked over to my bag. Squatting near my pack I started rifling through for a semi-clean shirt that didn't smell as rank as the one I had on now. Nearing the bottom of my bag I found the one that I had been wearing on my first day aboard the Emerald. It was a faded black color that was now a shade of slate from all the rough washing it had received from the "Laundry Service" on board the ship. (By that I mean if you wanted 'clean' clothes you had to douse them in salt water and pray that you could find some rum to rinse it in.)

I hesitated a little before sneaking a peek at Edward, like most of the men on this ship he had a strong back, perfect for sailing; yet unlike the vast majority of the men on this ship, his stomach was instead of a beer belly toned and sleek; did I mention toned to perfection. He was absolutely gorgeous, his face was chisiled, his lips soft looking; his nose - prominent; his eyes - a deep Emerald green- and looking right at me.

My cheeks flared red and I quickly turned around and threw off my shirt before hastily putting on my new one. My hands brushed past the fabric that restrained my chest, and made me look more boy-like. However, when I tried to pull the shirt down I was met with resistance. There was an incredibly warm hand that lay on my ribs.

My head spun around quickly to be met with the view of Edward's face not inches from my own.

His eyes were locked with mine.

"What are these for?" He breathed.

I gulped. "They're...uh...covering up some...uh...unsightly growths..."

He looked concerned. "Here let me see them, I am the medic's helper on this ship sometimes I could probably help you figure out how to get rid of them." He said tugging on my bandages.

"No!" I shouted pushing him away. "You really don't want to see them they are small anyway, they don't bother me and they don't get in the way, just let it alone Edward." I said tugging my shirt down, and rushing out the door towards the bunks.

Author's Note: *peeks out from behind corner* *coughs nervously* Hi guys. :/ Soooooooo...it has been awhile. First let me explain, A) I had some problems with Fanfiction (meaning that it wouldn't let me log in for the damn longest time and when it did I couldn't reach my "Document Manager Upload" Page thingy), then whenever I had finally gotten to that it was well past 60 days and all my files were gone. Needless to say, I was pissed. So, I resolved to read over what was published and try to figure out where I go from here. And well, lets just say that I have some pretty good ideas, I think their might be a sequal, I just don't know. I do know that there is a turning point coming up soon and it is going to be one hell of a ride after that. :D Also pay attention to the next chapter, which will be added next Tuesday possibly Sunday if I can manage it. I know that I always promise these updates but I mean it for reals this time. I am offering a sneak peak to the first ten commenters a sneak peak of what is coming up in the story. :D YAY!

thats all for now...

-Isabella Rosalie