A/N: Thankies!!!!!
To Jenn: I'm so glad you like my story! I hope you like this chapter as well!
To voidhawc: I'm glad you think this an interesting sequel. I hope you continue to read it and see what goes on later in the story!
Chapter 6
Kelly woke up with a massive headache. Figuring the throbbing was just a part of her normal hangover, she dressed and headed up to the top deck. She stood still for a moment, breathing in the salty air and feeling the gentle roll of the ship beneath her feet. Kelly was just happy to be back on the Pearl.
She walked over to where Gibbs was having a hard time with one of the sails.
"Good mornin', Mr. Gibbs," she greeted. "Do ye need any 'elp?"
Gibbs straightened and looked at Kelly in surprise.
"Aye, I do, Miss Kelly," he replied, nodding. Kelly stepped in and grabbed the piece of rope Gibbs was holding out to her.
"What seems t' be the problem 'ere?" Kelly asked, looking things over.
"Well, it be a mighty windy mornin' an' Jack over there ordered that this 'ere sail be taken down," Gibbs panted, straining to pull the rope.
"Got it," Kelly answered, pulling as hard as she could.
For about twenty minutes, Kelly and Gibbs worked side-by-side tying down the sail. When the finished, they stood back and admired their handiwork.
"Well, I got t' say, Miss Kelly, you an' me make a fine team," Gibbs praised.
"Aye, we do," Kelly responded, catching her breath. "Now, if ye'll excuse me, Mr. Gibbs, I've got t' go an' 'ave a word with our Captain Jack Sparrow about our two new crew members."
Gibbs nodded as Kelly turned and walked away.
~*~ Meanwhile, back in Port Royal, a meeting is taking place in the
Governor's house ~*~
"This is absolutely unacceptable!" Commodore James Norrington raged, pacing back and forth across Governor Swann's parlour. "How is it that, that filthy, despicable pirate continues to escape every time he approaches the noose?!"
"He is a very good pirate, Commodore," Governor Swann admitted, fixing his wig and smiling a bit. "The way he handled his near-death and his sword work! Oh! Beautiful! And did you see -"
"Governor Swann!" Norrington exploded. "That man is a pirate! He is a disgusting, conniving, murderous, pillaging pirate! There is nothing about him to praise!!"
"Well, maybe, but you have to give him a little bit of credit," the governor protested. "He's never afraid of anything."
Norrington whirled around and glared at him. He turned back and walked to a nearby floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the ocean waters and the harbour.
"All I know is that one day, Jack Sparrow, you and I will meet again," Norrington said to himself, almost threateningly. "And you will not escape again."
~*~ Back on the Pearl ~*~
Kelly made her way through the pirate crew to Jack, standing at the wheel with Daniel and Jack on either side of him. Kelly smirked at the sight of Jack teaching Will and Daniel how to sail the Pearl. She crept up the steps with an evil grin on her face, unnoticed by Jack, Will, and Daniel, as Daniel took the wheel.
" - Ye've got t' be careful when 'andlin' the Pearl," Jack stressed as Daniel grinned and twiddled the wheel a bit to the right.
"Givin' a little sailin' lesson 'ere, eh, Jack?" Kelly asked suddenly from behind the three males, all taller than her. They jumped at the sound of her voice and spun around, shocked looks accessorizing all three of their faces.
"Kelly! Don't ever do that again!" Jack shouted, his eyes wide.
"Good Lord, Kelly, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" Will cried weakly, clutching a stitch in his shirt. Daniel couldn't say anything; he merely nodded, agreeing with Jack and his father. Kelly grinned and shrugged.
"Sorry, lads," she apologized, reaching out and grabbing hold of the gently twisting steering wheel. Jack swatted her hands away, glaring at her, before handing the wheel over to Will.
"He really seems to love it. Sailing and being a pirate, I mean," Daniel remarked as he and Kelly drew away from Jack and Will to the very stern of the ship. Kelly glanced back and saw Jack at a moment of pure happiness and bliss: at the wheel of his beloved ship with an old friend. Kelly smiled in spite of herself.
" 'e does," she told Daniel softly, still watching her father and Will. "An' so do I." Daniel looked at her oddly for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the water, his staring going unnoticed by Kelly.
"Why, if you don't mind me asking? Why did you and Jack become pirates in the first place?"
Kelly stared out into the water.
"Fer Jack, there was nothin' left," she explained, the wind playing with her curly red locks. " 'is parents 'ad died when he was but a little lad, an' since then, all 'e knew was stealin'. So, piracy seemed the only appropriate profession."
"What about you?" Daniel pressed after a moment. "Why did you join your father for a life of exile? Instead of, maybe, living with your mother or going out in the world to find a respectable position?"
Kelly let out a short, derisive laugh.
"It's clear from that comment in particular that ye've got no idea about me or me life up t' this point," Kelly told him.
"Well, why don't you tell me?" Daniel asked softly, his voice taking a curious and concerned tone.
Kelly didn't know why, but Daniel's voice soothed her and she felt she could tell him anything and he would understand and accept it.
"Daniel, me mum was a whore in Tortuga. Jack paid for a night and, of course, I was conceived," Kelly admitted, staring stonily out to sea. "I un'appily lived with me mum for about ten years. Then she started pressurin' me to join 'er and 'er friends an' also become a prostitute. Even though I lived in Tortuga - and we're not stupid, we know most of the world thinks of Tortuga as a generally whorish community - I still thought what me mum and the rest did was disgustin' an' degradin'. I started hidin' out in alleys during the day, then sneakin' home when night fell - that's when me mum went out for . . . 'work'."
Daniel was silent for a moment.
"How did you get away?"
"Well, one day a few years later -I think I was about twelve or thirteen or so - I 'eard that the Black Pearl 'ad anchored in the 'arbour," Kelly continued, her hair whipping around her face as she retold her tale, Daniel keeping a close scrutiny on her. "One night after me mum left for the local taverns, I gathered up everything that meant something t' me, put 'em in a sack, an' left for the docks. I 'ad brought some money with me - both mine and some of me mum's. I figured she 'adn't truly earned it and it didn't matter as t' who 'ad it."
Telling her story brought Kelly back to a world full of memories she didn't want to relive. She saw everything before her eyes and as she told the young man next to her, the events played out. She saw herself, food deprived and in well-worn clothes, with dirty skin and fearful eyes, poke her head out the front door of her old home and, after making sure the coast was clear, dart out into the street, her arms carrying a cloth bag.
"I went out t' one of the stores and bought suitable, comfortable clothes with the money I 'ad. Then, I waited until morning and 'urried down t' the docks. When I arrived, I spotted Jack directin' somethin' ont' the Pearl. I walked right up to 'im and said, 'I'd like t' join yer crew on the Black Pearl.' 'e looked at me an' smiled. 'Sorry, luv, we ain't takin' on new crew members at this point in time. Besides, we've only one other woman on board an' she's only on because it would be more dangerous t' sail without 'er than with 'er.' I stared directly back at 'im and said, 'Ye don' recognize me, do ye, Captain Sparrow?' 'e looked at me an' asked, 'Should I?' I couldn't 'elp but smile. 'Ye should, Captain Sparrow. I'm yer daughter.'
"Jack stared at me fer a moment before speakin'. 'Ye're Kelly?' 'e asked, steppin' forward," Kelly continued as she kept her eyes on the ocean waves, seeming to relish in the opportunity to tell her tale. " 'Aye' I replied, 'I am'. 'e asked me why I wanted t' leave Tortuga an' I told ''im of me life up until that point. As soon as I finished, 'e looked around an' hustled me aboard the ship. I've been a member of the crew of the Black Pearl ever since."
"You know, it's o -"
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL D'YE THINK YE'RE DOIN'?!" Jack exploded from behind them. "HOW IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT'S GOOD AND RUM CAN YE 'ANDLE THE PEARL LIKE THAT?!"
"Does he always act like that when someone else is handling the ship?" Daniel asked, alarmed.
"Only when 'e thinks they're 'andlin' the Pearl wrong," Kelly told him. It's nothin' t' worry about. You were sayin'?"
"Uh, yes. You know, it's odd," Daniel remarked as Jack continuing to shout at Will he was handling the Pearl wrong. "From your story, I can understand, why you were drawn to the sea. But, with me . . . I mean, I've always had a relatively comfortable life. But I still feel an insatiable urge to the water."
"Well, that's no mystery, lad!" Kelly exclaimed, turning to stare incredulously at him. "Yer granddad was a pirate! An' yer father was, as well! Even if it was only fer a few days . . ."
"My dad was a pirate?!"
"Well . . . not an actual one," Kelly corrected herself. "Only fer about . . . three days, was it? Or four?"
"And my grandfather, as well?"
"Aye," Kelly told him. "One of the best on the sea. Bootstrap Bill Turner, they called 'im. 'e was the only one ever t' best Jack at swordfightin'."
"What happened to him?" Daniel asked quietly, seeming to be hearing about the true identity of his grandfather or the first time.
"It's a long story," Kelly warned quietly, turning back to the calm waters.
"I have a long time," Daniel countered.
"All right. Just remember when I'm finished, you asked fer it," Kelly replied. She took her hands from behind her back and leaned on the railing of the Pearl.
"About twenty-seven years ago, me dad was captain of the Pearl and 'e was damn proud of it. 'e was the best pirate on the waters and everyone knew. One day 'e anchored in Tortuga and set out lookin' fer a crew with a mind t' go after the treasure of the Isla de Muerta."
"What's the Isla de Muerta?" Daniel asked, confusion creasing his brow.
"I'll get t' it," Kelly assured him. "Yer granddad joined 'is crew there. Anyway, three days out on the journey, 'is first mate comes up to 'im an' says 'Captain, the treasure's an equal share fer every man'. Jack didn't see why that should be a problem so he agreed. Then, 'is first mate says 'The location of the treasure should be shared with the crew as well'. Again, Jack didn't see nothin' wrong with that proposition, so 'e told 'is first mate. That night, Jack's first mate and more'n 'alf the crew mutineered against Jack."
"Mutinied," Daniel corrected almost absently.
"Who's tellin' the story 'ere?!" Kelly demanded, turning wide, furious eyes on the young man. "Anyway, more'n 'alf the crew mutinied against Jack. They took over the Pearl an' abandoned Jack on a tiny deserted island. As accordin' t' the code, Jack was given a pistol with one shot. Now, Bootstrap went along with the mutiny, but it never sat we -"
"My grandfather was a mutineer?!" Daniel cried, aghast.
"Well, lad, 'e didn't really 'ave much of a choice, unless 'e wanted t' get killed."
"What?"
"Several of the main mutineers went around waking up the crew members. They went t' yer granddad and put a pistol to 'is 'ead, a sword to 'is 'eart, an' a dagger to 'is throat, then asked 'im politely if 'e wanted t' join a revolution against Jack, but that 'e didn't 'ave t' if 'e didn't want t'. Would you say 'no, thanks' under those conditions?"
Daniel remained silent for a moment. Then . . .
"Who was the first mate?"
"Do yeh even need t' ask that, lad?" Kelly replied gravely, staring him in the face.
"Barbossa," Daniel muttered, casting his gaze to the waters.
"Aye. What they did t' Jack -abandonin' 'im on that bloody island - an' the mutiny never sat well with Bootstrap. Said it wasn't right with the code; that's why 'e sent a piece of the treasure t' yer dad when 'e was a lad. 'e said that 'is mutinous crew members deserved t' be cursed an' t' stay cursed. That didn't sit well with Barbossa, so 'e tied a cannon t' Ol' Bootstrap Bill's bootstraps.
"The last time anyone saw Bootstrap Bill Turner, 'e was sinkin' t' the black oblivion of Davy Jones' Locker. That turned out t' be a rather big mistake as they needed 'is blood t' remove the curse."
"So . . . my grandfather's dead?" Daniel asked quietly.
"Aye, lad. I'm sorry," Kelly told him, uncharacteristically apologizing. Daniel said nothing; he merely leaned forward against the rail, allowing his head to drop forward. The wind blew fiercely around the two, causing Kelly's untied burgundy hair to fly every which way and several of Daniel's mahogany locks escaped and whirled around to hide his features.
"Where are we going now?" he inquired after a moment, glancing back at her.
"Tortuga, an' then after that, wherever Jack fancies."
"So for the rest of our lives, we're to be wandering vagrants, nomads?" Daniel demanded angrily, turning to face her. Kelly placed a hand on her temple.
"Lad, ye just used a lot of words that I don't know the meanin' t'," she told him. "And I've already got an 'eadache from somethin'; I'm not completely sure from what."
"We just to be wandering the oceans for the rest of our lives, is that correct?"
"Aye."
"Of course." Daniel turned back to the sea, resting his arms on the rail. Kelly hesitated before leaning forward, placing her hands on either side of Daniel and her head on his shoulder, startling him.
"Welcome t' the Black Pearl, luv," she whispered in his ear before pulling away and walking down to the main deck. She didn't see Daniel turn around to stare after her as she walked.
A/N: REVIEW! The voices demand it!!!!!! *twitch*
To Jenn: I'm so glad you like my story! I hope you like this chapter as well!
To voidhawc: I'm glad you think this an interesting sequel. I hope you continue to read it and see what goes on later in the story!
Chapter 6
Kelly woke up with a massive headache. Figuring the throbbing was just a part of her normal hangover, she dressed and headed up to the top deck. She stood still for a moment, breathing in the salty air and feeling the gentle roll of the ship beneath her feet. Kelly was just happy to be back on the Pearl.
She walked over to where Gibbs was having a hard time with one of the sails.
"Good mornin', Mr. Gibbs," she greeted. "Do ye need any 'elp?"
Gibbs straightened and looked at Kelly in surprise.
"Aye, I do, Miss Kelly," he replied, nodding. Kelly stepped in and grabbed the piece of rope Gibbs was holding out to her.
"What seems t' be the problem 'ere?" Kelly asked, looking things over.
"Well, it be a mighty windy mornin' an' Jack over there ordered that this 'ere sail be taken down," Gibbs panted, straining to pull the rope.
"Got it," Kelly answered, pulling as hard as she could.
For about twenty minutes, Kelly and Gibbs worked side-by-side tying down the sail. When the finished, they stood back and admired their handiwork.
"Well, I got t' say, Miss Kelly, you an' me make a fine team," Gibbs praised.
"Aye, we do," Kelly responded, catching her breath. "Now, if ye'll excuse me, Mr. Gibbs, I've got t' go an' 'ave a word with our Captain Jack Sparrow about our two new crew members."
Gibbs nodded as Kelly turned and walked away.
~*~ Meanwhile, back in Port Royal, a meeting is taking place in the
Governor's house ~*~
"This is absolutely unacceptable!" Commodore James Norrington raged, pacing back and forth across Governor Swann's parlour. "How is it that, that filthy, despicable pirate continues to escape every time he approaches the noose?!"
"He is a very good pirate, Commodore," Governor Swann admitted, fixing his wig and smiling a bit. "The way he handled his near-death and his sword work! Oh! Beautiful! And did you see -"
"Governor Swann!" Norrington exploded. "That man is a pirate! He is a disgusting, conniving, murderous, pillaging pirate! There is nothing about him to praise!!"
"Well, maybe, but you have to give him a little bit of credit," the governor protested. "He's never afraid of anything."
Norrington whirled around and glared at him. He turned back and walked to a nearby floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the ocean waters and the harbour.
"All I know is that one day, Jack Sparrow, you and I will meet again," Norrington said to himself, almost threateningly. "And you will not escape again."
~*~ Back on the Pearl ~*~
Kelly made her way through the pirate crew to Jack, standing at the wheel with Daniel and Jack on either side of him. Kelly smirked at the sight of Jack teaching Will and Daniel how to sail the Pearl. She crept up the steps with an evil grin on her face, unnoticed by Jack, Will, and Daniel, as Daniel took the wheel.
" - Ye've got t' be careful when 'andlin' the Pearl," Jack stressed as Daniel grinned and twiddled the wheel a bit to the right.
"Givin' a little sailin' lesson 'ere, eh, Jack?" Kelly asked suddenly from behind the three males, all taller than her. They jumped at the sound of her voice and spun around, shocked looks accessorizing all three of their faces.
"Kelly! Don't ever do that again!" Jack shouted, his eyes wide.
"Good Lord, Kelly, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" Will cried weakly, clutching a stitch in his shirt. Daniel couldn't say anything; he merely nodded, agreeing with Jack and his father. Kelly grinned and shrugged.
"Sorry, lads," she apologized, reaching out and grabbing hold of the gently twisting steering wheel. Jack swatted her hands away, glaring at her, before handing the wheel over to Will.
"He really seems to love it. Sailing and being a pirate, I mean," Daniel remarked as he and Kelly drew away from Jack and Will to the very stern of the ship. Kelly glanced back and saw Jack at a moment of pure happiness and bliss: at the wheel of his beloved ship with an old friend. Kelly smiled in spite of herself.
" 'e does," she told Daniel softly, still watching her father and Will. "An' so do I." Daniel looked at her oddly for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the water, his staring going unnoticed by Kelly.
"Why, if you don't mind me asking? Why did you and Jack become pirates in the first place?"
Kelly stared out into the water.
"Fer Jack, there was nothin' left," she explained, the wind playing with her curly red locks. " 'is parents 'ad died when he was but a little lad, an' since then, all 'e knew was stealin'. So, piracy seemed the only appropriate profession."
"What about you?" Daniel pressed after a moment. "Why did you join your father for a life of exile? Instead of, maybe, living with your mother or going out in the world to find a respectable position?"
Kelly let out a short, derisive laugh.
"It's clear from that comment in particular that ye've got no idea about me or me life up t' this point," Kelly told him.
"Well, why don't you tell me?" Daniel asked softly, his voice taking a curious and concerned tone.
Kelly didn't know why, but Daniel's voice soothed her and she felt she could tell him anything and he would understand and accept it.
"Daniel, me mum was a whore in Tortuga. Jack paid for a night and, of course, I was conceived," Kelly admitted, staring stonily out to sea. "I un'appily lived with me mum for about ten years. Then she started pressurin' me to join 'er and 'er friends an' also become a prostitute. Even though I lived in Tortuga - and we're not stupid, we know most of the world thinks of Tortuga as a generally whorish community - I still thought what me mum and the rest did was disgustin' an' degradin'. I started hidin' out in alleys during the day, then sneakin' home when night fell - that's when me mum went out for . . . 'work'."
Daniel was silent for a moment.
"How did you get away?"
"Well, one day a few years later -I think I was about twelve or thirteen or so - I 'eard that the Black Pearl 'ad anchored in the 'arbour," Kelly continued, her hair whipping around her face as she retold her tale, Daniel keeping a close scrutiny on her. "One night after me mum left for the local taverns, I gathered up everything that meant something t' me, put 'em in a sack, an' left for the docks. I 'ad brought some money with me - both mine and some of me mum's. I figured she 'adn't truly earned it and it didn't matter as t' who 'ad it."
Telling her story brought Kelly back to a world full of memories she didn't want to relive. She saw everything before her eyes and as she told the young man next to her, the events played out. She saw herself, food deprived and in well-worn clothes, with dirty skin and fearful eyes, poke her head out the front door of her old home and, after making sure the coast was clear, dart out into the street, her arms carrying a cloth bag.
"I went out t' one of the stores and bought suitable, comfortable clothes with the money I 'ad. Then, I waited until morning and 'urried down t' the docks. When I arrived, I spotted Jack directin' somethin' ont' the Pearl. I walked right up to 'im and said, 'I'd like t' join yer crew on the Black Pearl.' 'e looked at me an' smiled. 'Sorry, luv, we ain't takin' on new crew members at this point in time. Besides, we've only one other woman on board an' she's only on because it would be more dangerous t' sail without 'er than with 'er.' I stared directly back at 'im and said, 'Ye don' recognize me, do ye, Captain Sparrow?' 'e looked at me an' asked, 'Should I?' I couldn't 'elp but smile. 'Ye should, Captain Sparrow. I'm yer daughter.'
"Jack stared at me fer a moment before speakin'. 'Ye're Kelly?' 'e asked, steppin' forward," Kelly continued as she kept her eyes on the ocean waves, seeming to relish in the opportunity to tell her tale. " 'Aye' I replied, 'I am'. 'e asked me why I wanted t' leave Tortuga an' I told ''im of me life up until that point. As soon as I finished, 'e looked around an' hustled me aboard the ship. I've been a member of the crew of the Black Pearl ever since."
"You know, it's o -"
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL D'YE THINK YE'RE DOIN'?!" Jack exploded from behind them. "HOW IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT'S GOOD AND RUM CAN YE 'ANDLE THE PEARL LIKE THAT?!"
"Does he always act like that when someone else is handling the ship?" Daniel asked, alarmed.
"Only when 'e thinks they're 'andlin' the Pearl wrong," Kelly told him. It's nothin' t' worry about. You were sayin'?"
"Uh, yes. You know, it's odd," Daniel remarked as Jack continuing to shout at Will he was handling the Pearl wrong. "From your story, I can understand, why you were drawn to the sea. But, with me . . . I mean, I've always had a relatively comfortable life. But I still feel an insatiable urge to the water."
"Well, that's no mystery, lad!" Kelly exclaimed, turning to stare incredulously at him. "Yer granddad was a pirate! An' yer father was, as well! Even if it was only fer a few days . . ."
"My dad was a pirate?!"
"Well . . . not an actual one," Kelly corrected herself. "Only fer about . . . three days, was it? Or four?"
"And my grandfather, as well?"
"Aye," Kelly told him. "One of the best on the sea. Bootstrap Bill Turner, they called 'im. 'e was the only one ever t' best Jack at swordfightin'."
"What happened to him?" Daniel asked quietly, seeming to be hearing about the true identity of his grandfather or the first time.
"It's a long story," Kelly warned quietly, turning back to the calm waters.
"I have a long time," Daniel countered.
"All right. Just remember when I'm finished, you asked fer it," Kelly replied. She took her hands from behind her back and leaned on the railing of the Pearl.
"About twenty-seven years ago, me dad was captain of the Pearl and 'e was damn proud of it. 'e was the best pirate on the waters and everyone knew. One day 'e anchored in Tortuga and set out lookin' fer a crew with a mind t' go after the treasure of the Isla de Muerta."
"What's the Isla de Muerta?" Daniel asked, confusion creasing his brow.
"I'll get t' it," Kelly assured him. "Yer granddad joined 'is crew there. Anyway, three days out on the journey, 'is first mate comes up to 'im an' says 'Captain, the treasure's an equal share fer every man'. Jack didn't see why that should be a problem so he agreed. Then, 'is first mate says 'The location of the treasure should be shared with the crew as well'. Again, Jack didn't see nothin' wrong with that proposition, so 'e told 'is first mate. That night, Jack's first mate and more'n 'alf the crew mutineered against Jack."
"Mutinied," Daniel corrected almost absently.
"Who's tellin' the story 'ere?!" Kelly demanded, turning wide, furious eyes on the young man. "Anyway, more'n 'alf the crew mutinied against Jack. They took over the Pearl an' abandoned Jack on a tiny deserted island. As accordin' t' the code, Jack was given a pistol with one shot. Now, Bootstrap went along with the mutiny, but it never sat we -"
"My grandfather was a mutineer?!" Daniel cried, aghast.
"Well, lad, 'e didn't really 'ave much of a choice, unless 'e wanted t' get killed."
"What?"
"Several of the main mutineers went around waking up the crew members. They went t' yer granddad and put a pistol to 'is 'ead, a sword to 'is 'eart, an' a dagger to 'is throat, then asked 'im politely if 'e wanted t' join a revolution against Jack, but that 'e didn't 'ave t' if 'e didn't want t'. Would you say 'no, thanks' under those conditions?"
Daniel remained silent for a moment. Then . . .
"Who was the first mate?"
"Do yeh even need t' ask that, lad?" Kelly replied gravely, staring him in the face.
"Barbossa," Daniel muttered, casting his gaze to the waters.
"Aye. What they did t' Jack -abandonin' 'im on that bloody island - an' the mutiny never sat well with Bootstrap. Said it wasn't right with the code; that's why 'e sent a piece of the treasure t' yer dad when 'e was a lad. 'e said that 'is mutinous crew members deserved t' be cursed an' t' stay cursed. That didn't sit well with Barbossa, so 'e tied a cannon t' Ol' Bootstrap Bill's bootstraps.
"The last time anyone saw Bootstrap Bill Turner, 'e was sinkin' t' the black oblivion of Davy Jones' Locker. That turned out t' be a rather big mistake as they needed 'is blood t' remove the curse."
"So . . . my grandfather's dead?" Daniel asked quietly.
"Aye, lad. I'm sorry," Kelly told him, uncharacteristically apologizing. Daniel said nothing; he merely leaned forward against the rail, allowing his head to drop forward. The wind blew fiercely around the two, causing Kelly's untied burgundy hair to fly every which way and several of Daniel's mahogany locks escaped and whirled around to hide his features.
"Where are we going now?" he inquired after a moment, glancing back at her.
"Tortuga, an' then after that, wherever Jack fancies."
"So for the rest of our lives, we're to be wandering vagrants, nomads?" Daniel demanded angrily, turning to face her. Kelly placed a hand on her temple.
"Lad, ye just used a lot of words that I don't know the meanin' t'," she told him. "And I've already got an 'eadache from somethin'; I'm not completely sure from what."
"We just to be wandering the oceans for the rest of our lives, is that correct?"
"Aye."
"Of course." Daniel turned back to the sea, resting his arms on the rail. Kelly hesitated before leaning forward, placing her hands on either side of Daniel and her head on his shoulder, startling him.
"Welcome t' the Black Pearl, luv," she whispered in his ear before pulling away and walking down to the main deck. She didn't see Daniel turn around to stare after her as she walked.
A/N: REVIEW! The voices demand it!!!!!! *twitch*
