Chapter 2:

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My body ached and I could barely move; I was cold and damp? My eyes fluttered open and I looked up at a wooden ceiling, where was I? I moved my fingers, which had fallen asleep and pulled myself up into a sitting position. My back cracked as I moved, it seemed my body wished me to sleep still although I would not will it.

I glanced around the room noticing a man sitting in a burgundy colored upholstered chair. His brown curly locks hung in his sleeping face; he looked a bit roguish but had a pleasant appearance to him. I looked down at where I sat, my clothes were damp and I was in a bed. I was utterly confused by all this and I noticed my jacket sitting on the bed rail.

I felt my head and found my damp hair; where had my hat gone? I uncovered my legs and stood hesitantly trying to be as quiet as possible. I reached down and grabbed my boots and hat from under the bed pulling them on the walking over to my jacket, which was cold with the night air.

I could vaguely remember the events that took place and I didn't want to have intruded on anyone's lives so I made the decision to leave. The door was only a foot away from the sleeping man and I had not wanted to wake him, I merely wanted to get out of here, but as my luck always seems to go he awoke.

"And where do you think you're going young sir?" The man extended his pistol towards me. He hadn't realized I was a woman; are my features really that masculine?

"I was- uh- I was just going out to get some fresh air but I see that is a bad idea so I think I'll just sit back down." I backed up slowly watching him stand to his full height, he was rather handsome and if I wasn't in my current condition I probably would have let him know it too.

"It's Captain's orders to keep you in here," the man went on.

Ah yes, the captain I had forgotten about the man who saved me from Millson. I looked around the room again, this time with new eyes I was on a ship. Was this really his ship, this room was gorgeous now that I took notice of it. God, another reason why I should've left, this man was probably rich and I would be ruining his life by staying here.

I quickly conjured up a plan, "ah, my wound it hurts." I backed up slowly grabbing my chest wound and then falling back onto the floor. The man, startle, ran over to me as to aid my wound and me. "Stupid cad," I sneered as I kicked his calf sending him to the ground.

I jumped up and ran out of the door as fast as my feet could carry me, in the distance I could hear him shouting to several other crew members to restrain me. I found the gangplank and dashed down it only to be stopped by the unfortunate fellow that happened to run into me.

When I came to there was a small group of three people standing around me. My eyes were groggy so I rubbed them to get a better view of the three persons surrounding me. They were mumbling things to each other, finally I spoke up, "Where in God's name am I?"

One man laughed and helped me to my feet, "You're on a peer just in front of my ship. You've already met William Turner," I turned and looked at the man from the room and then directed myself back to the man speaking. "This here is Ana-Maria, she sewed your wound back up, and then you've already met me, Captain Jack Sparrow."

My memory seemed to have floated back to me with that name. "I fell into the water."

"Yes you did, Jack here saved you, you should be more careful." The lad named William stated.

"And you shouldn't be so trusty," I snapped back Sparrow and Ana- Maria laughed.

"Will," came a shout from above. I looked up on the ship and there stood yet another woman on board the ship. She had long dirty blonde hair and men's clothes on her attention turned towards me for a moment. Her gaze seemed to penetrate my skin and I thought she had figured me out but she then shifted her gaze back over to Will.

"Will, Gibbs need to speak with you, says something about his sword!"

"Bloody hell, just because I'm a blacksmith that man thinks I can help him with every scrap he earns on that blasted piece of metal." Will shoved passed me and jogged up the gangplank and down into the lower decks.

I concluded that the woman on the ship was his lover because she glared at me as I watched him run to his duties. I don't think she glared because she knew I was a woman but because she thinks I might bring harm to him.

My attention shot back to the group as I felt a hand land pleasantly on my shoulder. It was the woman Sparrow called Ana-Maria, "Come with me, I'll get you settled into a cabin and get you some new garments to wear."

I took a deep breath and nodded walking with her up the gangplank leaving Sparrow all alone on the peer.

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Ana opened a door and let me in, she followed locking the door behind her and opening a drawer. I looked in it and there was a pair of faded black pants, a cotton shirt and a vest. "These should hold you for a little while, and there's a blanket in the second drawer, your hammock over there. I'll leave you to your privacy." She turned to walk out but my bold statement stopped her.

"You know I'm a woman?" I kept my sights on the hammock.

"Aye, that I do," she admitted honestly without hesitation.

"I thank you for your secrecy but may I ask why you didn't tell your Captain?"

"It's not my secret to tell and it seems that you have gone through a lot of trouble to hide it and I shan't want to ruin that for you."

"I respect you for that, my name's Justine Reynolds. It's a pleasure to meet you." I turned on my heel to shake her hand but instead I got a grim response.

"I've never needed friends before and I'm not out to earn them now. There will be food set out for you in the galley if you should be hungry." Her eyes lowered to the floor.

"But-."

"Welcome to the Black Pearl," with that she unlocked the door and walked out.

I sunk into my hammock and removed my hat, "yeah this really makes me feel welcome." I brushed my fingers through my still damp locks and laid back trying my best to get comfortable. I fell into a deep sleep.

I remember dreaming about a small house in which me and my mother lived in on the countryside of England. How I missed her, she died when I was 11, that was nearly 7 years ago. I remember going horseback riding in the spring and the first time I had ever traveled to the coast. I was dreaming about my voyage over to Nassau almost five years ago.

I was shaken from my sleep by an unnerving voice coming from the other side of my door. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, "Yes? YES?"

"I had Gibbs cook you some food! The least you could do is show up to eat it!" I recognized the voice; it was that of Ana-Maria's. I stood and pulled my hair back into a small ponytail and placed my hat back on its rightful spot, my head.

I opened the door and faced the woman eye-to-eye, "Which way to the galley?" I groaned.

"It's that way," her voice was heavy in her Jamaican decent. I nodded and followed her down the hallway and into a small dinning area.

I entered and saw the second woman sitting at a table sipping her soup; she seemed almost too proper to be a pirate. "This here is Elizabeth Swann," Ana announced.

I nodded my head to her and she just glared at me. "I'm terribly sorry about hurting your blokes leg." Damn it! I did it again; I spoke before thinking.

"What makes you think he's my 'bloke'?" She posed curiously.

"Oh, is he not?" I had rather enjoyed answering peoples questions with other questions.

She eyed me closely, "What's your name boy?" The way boy came out was as if she spit it in my face, she was denouncing me and if I didn't have respect for the other crewmembers and her man I would have hit her.

"It's Justin Reynolds." I sneered and walked up to get some soup.

"How old are you?"

"Why? Are you interested? Perhaps you want a night of fun to cool those heels?" I laughed inwardly at my evil handy work, I was proud of all my insults but that seemed to have topped them all.

She slammed her bowl and left the room obviously ticked off. Ana approached me from behind, "Not a wise decision."

I scoffed and disregarded her comment pouring my soup.

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