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Reviews:

Yay! Good people who are nice when I'm sick. Thanks, you guys made my day!

dust in the wind: Thanks for reviewing. Yay! A good story! *does happy dance* I feel special…

Thanks again.

-SQ

Erin Richards: I think Will's acting all crazy because, you know, we only want what we cant get. Also, he's scared of failing as a husband and father. Yeah, sorry, I'm bad at spelling. Thank God for the man (or woman) who invented BETA readers.

-SQ

Thanks for the feedback!

-SQ

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Amber sat in the crows nest in the mid-afternoon sun, her wavy brown hair blowing about her face in abandon. She could see Jack below her, deep into yet another fencing duel with Meryl. A sigh escaped her lips.

He had been so wonderful in London, so long ago. Sure, he had been a bit pushy, but overall he was sweet and charming. Now, though, he had eyes for Morgan- her old confidante- and not for her. He would try his advances on Meryl and Aletté, but never on Amber. Probably because he sensed what Amber had already noticed; that she was the only person on this ship that seemed capable of keeping her clothes on.

She prided herself on this. Though Aletté and Meryl both held similar self-control, Amber knew that both had worked the streets at one time or another, and therefore she was the only real 'maiden' on the ship, really.

Jack and Meryl lowered their swords on the deck below, gasping for breath. Morgan was watching from the side rail with Anamaria.

Aletté had crossed the gangplank to the Ebony Swann and was chatting with William Turner. The pair of them had been inseparable for the duration of the voyage. Aletté would sit there with him, face alight, hanging on his every word. And he, likewise, seemed equally enamoured with her, yet each seemed oblivious to the other's affection.

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Okay, here's the deal: as long as I keep getting reviews, I'll keep writing more chapters. Thanks a bazillion!

-SQ