Author's Note, as always: Hello, mates! I am overridden with scurvy joy
because of all these positive reviews!
I'm glad I am humoring you and I was absolutely surprised to see someone write that Gallagher should be in the PotC sequel (thank you, LuckySparrow!)
and I know you all are dying of suspense (Movielvr4lyfe, Shanelover1, Hgluv, broody, tigress33, Candypinkgirl, Chayter, Constance Nightingale, anglachel, Any, Flamechick, Seom, IcePrincess618, Nev1988, Raven185, Tigger180) and as the author I laugh evilly because keeping the suspense factor is oh-so-much-fun!
For those of you who think this is the best chapter yet (BountyHunterPyro, ezrajade, Julie my PIRATE BUDDY!) I'm glad you thought it was great! Woowoo I see some emotional developments, don't you?
And I know you are dying for them to kiss (such as Cpt-Jack-Sparrow, Threthiel Belowen ) but let's just wait and see what happens, shall we?
I'm glad you liked the cyber rum, LadyJade, and I hope you didn't get a hangover! ; )
Cassandra the Heart Nut, you aren't the only one who wishes they had their head in Sparrow's lap, or have him carry them to their bed. (Sigh) : )
Fayth, I'm glad its making you drool. Lol (Hands Fayth a napkin)
And Gvrnr's Daughter: woowoo rock on! Gallagher shall always be his equal, no matter what, and she shall make sure Sparrow knows that. There is going to be some very interesting interactions between them to come, so I hope you enjoy!
Ella Enchanted, thank you! I will most certainly rock on and I'm glad you're addicted. You're stories are also addictive, lassie!
Avey, I'm glad the answer to the riddle fitted the standards, and don't doubt for a minute that I would want to see Sparrow strip naked too. Heehee
Dawnmeister, I shall try to make the chapters longer, and I know what you mean ... They are more fun to read when they are longer.
Loony, that muffin joke was a 10 on the 1-10 awesome list.
Well I hope I didn't skip anyone and I love YOU ALL! (Hands everyone a pirate sword and a hat of their very own) now go on and be pirates! Just don't run with the sword and poke your eyes out. That isn't much fun, and then you wouldn't be able to read the story! Now now .... where was I ... oh yes! Captain Jack Sparrow has been acting very strange towards Gallagher lately and she wants to get to the bottom of this, even if it means having to mess with Sparrow's mind a little to get to the truth out of him. Read on, mateys!
Take what you can, give nothin' back!
PineAppleLint
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I stirred, slowly climbing out of the depths of sleepiness, out of my dreams and fantasy worlds. Out of the realm of the unconscious. My lashes lifted and I sat up slowly, yawning loudly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. From being so close to death yesterday, I felt one hundred and eighty percent better. It was time to get up and get to work once more. I didn't want anyone to think of me as handicapped from yesterday.
"Lay back down, Gallagher. It isn' wise to be up at such an early hour. Rest," Sparrow demanded.
I turned my head to find him perched in a chair next to his bed, which I was curled up in. He had his old brown hat perched over his eyes, and I ducked a little so I could see the brown irises studying me. He had his coat flung over the chair and his clunky boots perched up at the end of the bed, so he was stretched out and obviously relaxed.
"Shouldn't ye be steering, Captain?" I asked.
"Gave that job to Will for the day, luv. The whelp was excited for such a responsibility. I don't want to go bargin' out of here and burstin' his bubble," he replied.
"I do not need to be babysat, Sparrow," I retaliated, "I feel fine. You may want to stay in here all day and relax, but I've got some work to do."
"Yeh need to rest still, Gallagher. Rushin' out of here and strainin' yerself wouldn't be a wise thing to do."
"I don't need pity, Jack, nor do I feel weak or helpless. Now get out while I change."
"The bet's off, luv," Sparrow said with a smile, "Yeh lasted three days in that blasted dress. I'm impressed."
I took a step up to him and grabbed the hat off of his head. He cocked his head up so he met my eyes, his trinkets jingling softly with the movement. "Terrence Gallagher is a woman of many talents, Sparrow," I said, "Remember that. Now get the hell out."
"Do yeh need help getting dressed?" he asked with a wicked smile.
I grabbed his hat and stormed over to the door and threw it out of the room.
"Hey! That's me favorite hat!" he growled and jumped up after it.
"Go fetch," I suggested and he narrowed his eyes at me, and when he left his quarters I slammed the door shut after him. I instantly locked the door and got out of that blasted bodice. Who did Sparrow think he was, anyway, making such crude comments to the likes of me?
"Stupid blighter," I muttered as I yanked on my brown pants, which cut off at mid-calf and was frayed from years of use. My toes curled in bliss as I then pulled the baggy white shirt over my head. Ah, it felt so comfortable to be dressed like myself again. I grabbed my black bandanna and trapped my curly, unruly black hair in it, because it annoyed me when it swept across my face in the sea breeze and tickled my nose. I then grabbed my leather belt and sheathed my sword in its holster located on the belt. I pulled on my boots and examined myself in the full-length mirror.
I didn't see someone who was pretending to be someone else, and I didn't see someone who was trying to win a bet. I just saw myself staring back, grinning like an idiot.
"It's a wonder I didn't end up burning that damn dress," I murmured to myself.
I walked out onto the top deck and Elizabeth was staring over the edge of the ship, staring at the crashing waves. "Elizabeth," I called and reached up and touched her shoulder.
She jumped and whirled around, then smiled. "Sorry, Terrence, I was in a daze," she replied and stared out at the sea once more.
"You love it out here, don't you?" I asked with a smile of my own. Even if Elizabeth was a rich and proper woman, the kind of female I usually scoffed at, I found her and I to have a strong bond. I respected her willingness to stick up for herself when all looked lost.
"Hmm," she murmured, "It is wonderful. Better than sitting at home knitting and prancing about like an idiot."
"Damn right," I agreed and we grinned.
Will walked over to us and questioned, "What are you two grinning about?"
"We were talking about how good of a lover you are," I suggested and Will raised his eyebrows and turned to Elizabeth, whose eyes widened and stared at me.
"You liar, Gallagher! We were not," she laughed, "Even if it is a true fact."
Will grinned and kissed Elizabeth's cheek, which flushed with pleasure.
"Bloody hell, I'll leave ye two alone for a while so you can get it out of yer systems," I replied with a wink and looked for Jack, who was at the helm, deep in thought. He had his fingers perched on his chin as he examined his compass. He'd walk to the edge of the ship in that swagger of his and stare out at the horizon.
I walked up to him and he said, "We are going to encounter a storm, tonight, Gallagher."
"And how do ye know that?" I asked.
"We are entering the Sea of Blood. Some fellow pirates say that this sea is cursed. I can feel it in me bones."
I took a deep breath of ocean air and replied, "Now that you mention it, it does smell like a storm is brewing to the west."
He nodded and snapped his compass shut. I wrapped my hands around the helm and enjoyed the feel of the old polished wood underneath my fingers, the very power of the Black Pearl. I glanced at Jack who was watching me with amusement.
"No yellin' or protestin' about me touchin' yer helm? Why, Captain, I'm surprised."
"Yeh look like a natural doin' that, Gallagher."
"I'm a little rusty," I admitted, "It's been five damn years."
"Too long, if yeh ask me," he said with his rough pirate accent, his mess of brown dreads waving in the wind, one hand perched on his lean hip.
"Aye, too long," I agreed, still savoring the feel of the helm.
"I've seen yeh eye it before, Gallagher," Jack said while examining his fingernails, "As you mop the deck or hoist the sails. Ye've been dyin' to get your hands on the helm."
"I haven't been a Captain in five years, Sparrow. I miss me ship, me very own life. The freedom of owning yer own one way ticket to destiny, to wherever ye want to go."
Captain Jack Sparrow came up behind me and his chest pressed against my back, his hands settling over mine on the helm, so that we were steering it together as one.
"To love such a thing, Gallagher, and to be without it for so long is a terrible thing, aye?" he murmured, his breath in my hair.
"Aye," I said softly, my eyes widening as his fingers slowly began tracing mine. I could feel the movement of his chest as he breathed.
"First yeh would be afraid to try it again, perhaps a little anxious. But then ye slowly get used to the feel of it on yer skin, the closeness, the mere idea ...."he continued, his hands running up my tanned arms.
Was there a double meaning to what he was getting at .....
"Soon after ye get used to it, it would become addictive. Yeh would burn for the touch," he murmured, "And it would be hard to say no." His fingers were now back to caressing my hands, which were gripping the helm so tightly, they were white.
"Aye," I said, "But since yer the captain, I'm goin' to have to respect the fact that yeh are the one in charge of the helm, let alone the entire Black Pearl."
"Ah," he said with a grin, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck, "But captaining alone is no fun a'tall. Getting the right partner would make things much more ..... interestin'."
"Are you suggestin' that we captain the Black Pearl together?" I asked, shocked, whirling around, forcing his hands to remove themselves.
"Aye, at least until we get Snidely's treasure and go our own separate ways, savvy?"
I narrowed my eyes and said, "What's the catch?"
He opened his mouth and gave me a look of pure innocence while saying, "I don't know what yeh mean, luv."
"Yeh have hated me guts ever since I ran into yeh in Port Royale. Why the sudden change of heart, Sparrow?"
"Yeh are good at what yeh do, Gallagher. At least, that's what I've 'eard."
"Aye, I'm a good captain. But yeh aren't tellin' me the whole story here. There is somethin' yeh want."
"I can't pillage Snidely's treasure all by me onesies, luv. I need someone to captain along with me."
"So why not Will?"
Sparrow's eyes grew troubled and his mouth gaped open a little, as if he were trying to think of an answer that would satisfy me. It was time to mess with him a little.
"Sure, I'll take the job," I said seductively and walked up to him and murmured into his ear, "But does the other part of the job entitle to keepin' yer bed warm at night?"
He pulled back and studied me, his brown eyes darkening. He murmured, "If that's what yeh would like to call it, luv, yeah."
I pushed him and shouted, "Yeh stupid blighter! I am no whore!"
He cringed and said, "Don't slap me, luv. I've had enough of women slappin' the likes of me."
"Oh no. I wouldn't. Ye see, Jack?" I swung my arm back and punched him in the face, causing him to yell and hit the ground with a thud. I stood over him and said, "I'm not the slappin' kind of girl."
"DAMMIT, Gallagher!" he shouted and stood up, holding his now bloody nose.
"Don't toy with me, Sparrow," I growled, massaged my aching knuckles from hitting his face so hard.
"I ain't toyin' with yeh, Gallagher. It's what I want."
"I would love to be a captain, Jack, but this is just insane. I'm not selling my dignity just to captain a week or two on the Black Pearl."
"Who said yeh were sellin' anything?" he said angrily, "I offered."
I sighed with frustration and anger and turned on my heels, heading below deck to my own small cot to think in peace. Elizabeth came after me and asked in bewilderment, "What the hell was that?"
"Elizabeth, yeh said hell. Yeh best be careful or you'll lose yer proper ways."
"I've already lost them. Now what is going on? First I see Jack and you looking cozy, which was disturbing, and suddenly he had his faced punched in."
"He made an offer I had to refuse."
"What do you mean?"
"That's all I'm sayin'. Please go, Elizabeth. I need some privacy."
"All right, Terrence. Don't let Jack win with his devilish ways. I always like having you aboard to keep that man in line."
That comment caused me to smile and I said softly, "Thanks Elizabeth."
She smiled back and closed my door softly.
Then I went back to thinking. What kind of woman did he think I was? Did he think I would just hop into his bed, think that he could seduce his way into making things go his own course? I stood up and stared out at the ocean. Sure, I would give anything to be a captain once more, but today proved that I would give ALMOST anything. Jack was an insufferable, pigheaded .....
My evil thoughts were interrupted when my door swung open and Jack stormed in. His nose had stopped bleeding and he had cleaned himself up so that it was as if I didn't hit him, but the purple bruise starting to form under his left eye gave it away.
"Get out of here, Jack," I said angrily and was about to punch him again but he grabbed my hand and pressed me against the far wall. I stood there as still as possible and the heat of his body warmed mine slowly, and I could feel his fit body through our clothing. His face was just a few mere inches from mine and his hat caused a shadow to fall across his face, but his brown eyes seemed to glow. His goatee braids swayed gently.
I felt his warm breath on my lips as he murmured, "You and I need to talk, Gallagher. Or we don't have to talk at all if yeh don't want to ...."
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HAHAHAHAHA the SUSPENSE! What is going to happen? Stay tuned next chapter, my fellow pirates! Review or else I'll have your guts for garters! Well, no I wouldn't do that to you. I love my reviewers too much : )
I'm glad I am humoring you and I was absolutely surprised to see someone write that Gallagher should be in the PotC sequel (thank you, LuckySparrow!)
and I know you all are dying of suspense (Movielvr4lyfe, Shanelover1, Hgluv, broody, tigress33, Candypinkgirl, Chayter, Constance Nightingale, anglachel, Any, Flamechick, Seom, IcePrincess618, Nev1988, Raven185, Tigger180) and as the author I laugh evilly because keeping the suspense factor is oh-so-much-fun!
For those of you who think this is the best chapter yet (BountyHunterPyro, ezrajade, Julie my PIRATE BUDDY!) I'm glad you thought it was great! Woowoo I see some emotional developments, don't you?
And I know you are dying for them to kiss (such as Cpt-Jack-Sparrow, Threthiel Belowen ) but let's just wait and see what happens, shall we?
I'm glad you liked the cyber rum, LadyJade, and I hope you didn't get a hangover! ; )
Cassandra the Heart Nut, you aren't the only one who wishes they had their head in Sparrow's lap, or have him carry them to their bed. (Sigh) : )
Fayth, I'm glad its making you drool. Lol (Hands Fayth a napkin)
And Gvrnr's Daughter: woowoo rock on! Gallagher shall always be his equal, no matter what, and she shall make sure Sparrow knows that. There is going to be some very interesting interactions between them to come, so I hope you enjoy!
Ella Enchanted, thank you! I will most certainly rock on and I'm glad you're addicted. You're stories are also addictive, lassie!
Avey, I'm glad the answer to the riddle fitted the standards, and don't doubt for a minute that I would want to see Sparrow strip naked too. Heehee
Dawnmeister, I shall try to make the chapters longer, and I know what you mean ... They are more fun to read when they are longer.
Loony, that muffin joke was a 10 on the 1-10 awesome list.
Well I hope I didn't skip anyone and I love YOU ALL! (Hands everyone a pirate sword and a hat of their very own) now go on and be pirates! Just don't run with the sword and poke your eyes out. That isn't much fun, and then you wouldn't be able to read the story! Now now .... where was I ... oh yes! Captain Jack Sparrow has been acting very strange towards Gallagher lately and she wants to get to the bottom of this, even if it means having to mess with Sparrow's mind a little to get to the truth out of him. Read on, mateys!
Take what you can, give nothin' back!
PineAppleLint
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I stirred, slowly climbing out of the depths of sleepiness, out of my dreams and fantasy worlds. Out of the realm of the unconscious. My lashes lifted and I sat up slowly, yawning loudly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. From being so close to death yesterday, I felt one hundred and eighty percent better. It was time to get up and get to work once more. I didn't want anyone to think of me as handicapped from yesterday.
"Lay back down, Gallagher. It isn' wise to be up at such an early hour. Rest," Sparrow demanded.
I turned my head to find him perched in a chair next to his bed, which I was curled up in. He had his old brown hat perched over his eyes, and I ducked a little so I could see the brown irises studying me. He had his coat flung over the chair and his clunky boots perched up at the end of the bed, so he was stretched out and obviously relaxed.
"Shouldn't ye be steering, Captain?" I asked.
"Gave that job to Will for the day, luv. The whelp was excited for such a responsibility. I don't want to go bargin' out of here and burstin' his bubble," he replied.
"I do not need to be babysat, Sparrow," I retaliated, "I feel fine. You may want to stay in here all day and relax, but I've got some work to do."
"Yeh need to rest still, Gallagher. Rushin' out of here and strainin' yerself wouldn't be a wise thing to do."
"I don't need pity, Jack, nor do I feel weak or helpless. Now get out while I change."
"The bet's off, luv," Sparrow said with a smile, "Yeh lasted three days in that blasted dress. I'm impressed."
I took a step up to him and grabbed the hat off of his head. He cocked his head up so he met my eyes, his trinkets jingling softly with the movement. "Terrence Gallagher is a woman of many talents, Sparrow," I said, "Remember that. Now get the hell out."
"Do yeh need help getting dressed?" he asked with a wicked smile.
I grabbed his hat and stormed over to the door and threw it out of the room.
"Hey! That's me favorite hat!" he growled and jumped up after it.
"Go fetch," I suggested and he narrowed his eyes at me, and when he left his quarters I slammed the door shut after him. I instantly locked the door and got out of that blasted bodice. Who did Sparrow think he was, anyway, making such crude comments to the likes of me?
"Stupid blighter," I muttered as I yanked on my brown pants, which cut off at mid-calf and was frayed from years of use. My toes curled in bliss as I then pulled the baggy white shirt over my head. Ah, it felt so comfortable to be dressed like myself again. I grabbed my black bandanna and trapped my curly, unruly black hair in it, because it annoyed me when it swept across my face in the sea breeze and tickled my nose. I then grabbed my leather belt and sheathed my sword in its holster located on the belt. I pulled on my boots and examined myself in the full-length mirror.
I didn't see someone who was pretending to be someone else, and I didn't see someone who was trying to win a bet. I just saw myself staring back, grinning like an idiot.
"It's a wonder I didn't end up burning that damn dress," I murmured to myself.
I walked out onto the top deck and Elizabeth was staring over the edge of the ship, staring at the crashing waves. "Elizabeth," I called and reached up and touched her shoulder.
She jumped and whirled around, then smiled. "Sorry, Terrence, I was in a daze," she replied and stared out at the sea once more.
"You love it out here, don't you?" I asked with a smile of my own. Even if Elizabeth was a rich and proper woman, the kind of female I usually scoffed at, I found her and I to have a strong bond. I respected her willingness to stick up for herself when all looked lost.
"Hmm," she murmured, "It is wonderful. Better than sitting at home knitting and prancing about like an idiot."
"Damn right," I agreed and we grinned.
Will walked over to us and questioned, "What are you two grinning about?"
"We were talking about how good of a lover you are," I suggested and Will raised his eyebrows and turned to Elizabeth, whose eyes widened and stared at me.
"You liar, Gallagher! We were not," she laughed, "Even if it is a true fact."
Will grinned and kissed Elizabeth's cheek, which flushed with pleasure.
"Bloody hell, I'll leave ye two alone for a while so you can get it out of yer systems," I replied with a wink and looked for Jack, who was at the helm, deep in thought. He had his fingers perched on his chin as he examined his compass. He'd walk to the edge of the ship in that swagger of his and stare out at the horizon.
I walked up to him and he said, "We are going to encounter a storm, tonight, Gallagher."
"And how do ye know that?" I asked.
"We are entering the Sea of Blood. Some fellow pirates say that this sea is cursed. I can feel it in me bones."
I took a deep breath of ocean air and replied, "Now that you mention it, it does smell like a storm is brewing to the west."
He nodded and snapped his compass shut. I wrapped my hands around the helm and enjoyed the feel of the old polished wood underneath my fingers, the very power of the Black Pearl. I glanced at Jack who was watching me with amusement.
"No yellin' or protestin' about me touchin' yer helm? Why, Captain, I'm surprised."
"Yeh look like a natural doin' that, Gallagher."
"I'm a little rusty," I admitted, "It's been five damn years."
"Too long, if yeh ask me," he said with his rough pirate accent, his mess of brown dreads waving in the wind, one hand perched on his lean hip.
"Aye, too long," I agreed, still savoring the feel of the helm.
"I've seen yeh eye it before, Gallagher," Jack said while examining his fingernails, "As you mop the deck or hoist the sails. Ye've been dyin' to get your hands on the helm."
"I haven't been a Captain in five years, Sparrow. I miss me ship, me very own life. The freedom of owning yer own one way ticket to destiny, to wherever ye want to go."
Captain Jack Sparrow came up behind me and his chest pressed against my back, his hands settling over mine on the helm, so that we were steering it together as one.
"To love such a thing, Gallagher, and to be without it for so long is a terrible thing, aye?" he murmured, his breath in my hair.
"Aye," I said softly, my eyes widening as his fingers slowly began tracing mine. I could feel the movement of his chest as he breathed.
"First yeh would be afraid to try it again, perhaps a little anxious. But then ye slowly get used to the feel of it on yer skin, the closeness, the mere idea ...."he continued, his hands running up my tanned arms.
Was there a double meaning to what he was getting at .....
"Soon after ye get used to it, it would become addictive. Yeh would burn for the touch," he murmured, "And it would be hard to say no." His fingers were now back to caressing my hands, which were gripping the helm so tightly, they were white.
"Aye," I said, "But since yer the captain, I'm goin' to have to respect the fact that yeh are the one in charge of the helm, let alone the entire Black Pearl."
"Ah," he said with a grin, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck, "But captaining alone is no fun a'tall. Getting the right partner would make things much more ..... interestin'."
"Are you suggestin' that we captain the Black Pearl together?" I asked, shocked, whirling around, forcing his hands to remove themselves.
"Aye, at least until we get Snidely's treasure and go our own separate ways, savvy?"
I narrowed my eyes and said, "What's the catch?"
He opened his mouth and gave me a look of pure innocence while saying, "I don't know what yeh mean, luv."
"Yeh have hated me guts ever since I ran into yeh in Port Royale. Why the sudden change of heart, Sparrow?"
"Yeh are good at what yeh do, Gallagher. At least, that's what I've 'eard."
"Aye, I'm a good captain. But yeh aren't tellin' me the whole story here. There is somethin' yeh want."
"I can't pillage Snidely's treasure all by me onesies, luv. I need someone to captain along with me."
"So why not Will?"
Sparrow's eyes grew troubled and his mouth gaped open a little, as if he were trying to think of an answer that would satisfy me. It was time to mess with him a little.
"Sure, I'll take the job," I said seductively and walked up to him and murmured into his ear, "But does the other part of the job entitle to keepin' yer bed warm at night?"
He pulled back and studied me, his brown eyes darkening. He murmured, "If that's what yeh would like to call it, luv, yeah."
I pushed him and shouted, "Yeh stupid blighter! I am no whore!"
He cringed and said, "Don't slap me, luv. I've had enough of women slappin' the likes of me."
"Oh no. I wouldn't. Ye see, Jack?" I swung my arm back and punched him in the face, causing him to yell and hit the ground with a thud. I stood over him and said, "I'm not the slappin' kind of girl."
"DAMMIT, Gallagher!" he shouted and stood up, holding his now bloody nose.
"Don't toy with me, Sparrow," I growled, massaged my aching knuckles from hitting his face so hard.
"I ain't toyin' with yeh, Gallagher. It's what I want."
"I would love to be a captain, Jack, but this is just insane. I'm not selling my dignity just to captain a week or two on the Black Pearl."
"Who said yeh were sellin' anything?" he said angrily, "I offered."
I sighed with frustration and anger and turned on my heels, heading below deck to my own small cot to think in peace. Elizabeth came after me and asked in bewilderment, "What the hell was that?"
"Elizabeth, yeh said hell. Yeh best be careful or you'll lose yer proper ways."
"I've already lost them. Now what is going on? First I see Jack and you looking cozy, which was disturbing, and suddenly he had his faced punched in."
"He made an offer I had to refuse."
"What do you mean?"
"That's all I'm sayin'. Please go, Elizabeth. I need some privacy."
"All right, Terrence. Don't let Jack win with his devilish ways. I always like having you aboard to keep that man in line."
That comment caused me to smile and I said softly, "Thanks Elizabeth."
She smiled back and closed my door softly.
Then I went back to thinking. What kind of woman did he think I was? Did he think I would just hop into his bed, think that he could seduce his way into making things go his own course? I stood up and stared out at the ocean. Sure, I would give anything to be a captain once more, but today proved that I would give ALMOST anything. Jack was an insufferable, pigheaded .....
My evil thoughts were interrupted when my door swung open and Jack stormed in. His nose had stopped bleeding and he had cleaned himself up so that it was as if I didn't hit him, but the purple bruise starting to form under his left eye gave it away.
"Get out of here, Jack," I said angrily and was about to punch him again but he grabbed my hand and pressed me against the far wall. I stood there as still as possible and the heat of his body warmed mine slowly, and I could feel his fit body through our clothing. His face was just a few mere inches from mine and his hat caused a shadow to fall across his face, but his brown eyes seemed to glow. His goatee braids swayed gently.
I felt his warm breath on my lips as he murmured, "You and I need to talk, Gallagher. Or we don't have to talk at all if yeh don't want to ...."
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HAHAHAHAHA the SUSPENSE! What is going to happen? Stay tuned next chapter, my fellow pirates! Review or else I'll have your guts for garters! Well, no I wouldn't do that to you. I love my reviewers too much : )