John and I sit in the crows nest, our bodies pressed against one another.

John puts his hand on mine. I'm so happy, I feel as if I can scarcley breathe.

Our heads are almost touching. We don't talk, I can tell neither of us wants to spoil this.

tentitivley, he puts his arm around my shoulder, and I put mine around his.

We watch the sun set on the carribean, just staying like this, and smiling at eachother.

I feel as if i'm drwoning in his warm black eyes. I feel love.

When Mother calls us to dinner, we are both reclucent to part.

I am so happy, Not even the threat of the black ship mirage can dampen my spirits.

Mr. gibbs takes out a fiddle, and we dance till dawn comes.

When I curl into my warm bed, I feel utterly content.

That is until I fell someone holding a cloth over my nose, and I pass out.