Disclaimer: *glances around and smiles when sure that Sparrow is out of the room. Slips out of her shoes, then pulls her feet out of the ropes holding her there, then she works her hands free, pulling off the gag and slipping out of the room, leaving her shoes behind…*

Authors Note: Sorry this is so short…but I got it out sooner, didn't I? And yes, another transition chapter…but I can't neglect Spriggit too much. Don't worry, his role will get bigger…but the plot had to keep developing more. And if anyone is confused by earlier comments…er…I can't predict exactly when Kendra's secret will come out, so just stay on your toes. *grins* And I have Chapter 18 finished. I'll probably just upload tomorrow…to give you something to mull over before I tell you more. Ah, the joys of authorship…

Four-Sided Eyes

(a.k.a. Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the fangirl)

Chapter 17: Serendipity

(The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.)

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(Spriggit's POV…)

Curious, this ship is. Very curious.

No repairs to be made, in fact, the ship seemed to be hiding its age well. There were a few new boards here and there, but this was only discovered by close examination of the ship. From a distance or a glance it would have been impossible. Captain Ken was immaculate about keeping his ship in pristine shape.

And the captain's quarters…now that is a strange thing. Upon first entering it, I was unsure that I was looking in on a pirate's quarters and not someone or something else. The bed was neatly made, and everything was tidy. There had been some scribbles about supplies and such on the desk. The captain had stopped that task in mid thought, considering the abrupt end of the tittles.

The room was sparsely decorated, as were most cabins, but this one had an enormous full-length mirror set off to the side. It was of fine craftsmanship, but looked unfinished. The edges were not smoothed and would easily give splinters. Why in the world did Captain Ken have a mirror such as this? And his assemblage of clothing…it confused me even more. The extra sets of shirts and pants, very few in number - but far more than most pirates own - were all the size of a young boy, not a full grown man. Perhaps he only had his one set and was bringing these to someone else? Who though? A child of his? A relative?

And there was a mysterious drawer full of rags. Curious this was indeed. The lack of belongings scattered on the floor also bewildered me. And individual pieces of jewelry were tacked up on the walls, somehow following a similar trend. Small, purple stones with silver metalwork. But aside from that, the trinkets were obviously pieces of separate collections. Perhaps…well perhaps I just don't understand this captain.

It makes little sense to me. And it shouldn't bother me, I've kept the mirror, sold off the swag, and handed out the clothing to any of the crew that wanted them. The rags were given to our doctor, and he was glad for the bandages. All of it went to good purposes, and now I find the mirror to be a nice addition. Not that my men should know, but I can see just how intimidating I look with its assistance.

At least that item is explained.

Sitting in this tavern, relaxing with the knowledge of my ship being out in the harbor…at once I feel at peace. My life has purpose once more, and I can do as I please. My crew finally is settling down, and I only lost a two or three to other occupations. They weren't true scallywags anyway. Blanched at the sight of blood and didn't want to kill another man.

Death is a fact of life. Kill or be killed. That is how things are in the world we exist in. Tis harsh, but reality.

The sea, how glad I am that I'll be returning to it tomorrow. My men are picking up the last of the supplies, and then we'll head back out in the morning. Then I can be captain of my new ship once again…

Spriggit's Lass. My form of freedom. I was glad to change the name, though all it took was taking her out of familiar waters and calling her by her proper name. No more of this 'Dilettante' business.

Paying my bill, I headed back to my pride and joy, smiling to myself as it came into view. My mighty schooner, still in good condition, fast and capable of overtaking all but the legendary Black Pearl. My smile became a smirk.

"Perhaps even surpass it."

I had never seen a ship move so quickly. And be so responsive. This schooner… Spriggit's Lass, is definitely the prime example of 'yare'.

And I fully intend on wrecking havoc on the merchant ships ready for plucking. I've been itching for a plunder here for quite some time.

Boarding and nodding to my men, I could sense their pride in the ship as well. We had not only gotten the ship with no losses to our crew, but got a majestic ship.

The hours passed slowly, but then part of my crew returned and had a small lad helping to carry in the supplies. Odd how he was so lanky, yet carried the bags with a confidence I hadn't seen in years.

The lad had spirit to him. It was self-contained though; it was very possible he was suppressing his emotions. Something about him still set me off, but what it was, I can not tell.

Dean led that lad over and I examined him at a closer range. His strange aura was gone, and I wondered what had bothered me in the first place.

"Captain Spriggit, this lad be looking for work. Have we need of a cabin boy?"

A cabin boy? I could use a strong spirited one. The others all scampered off and couldn't stand the month without work.

"I suppose we could consider another set of hands. Though small as his are."

The lad put on a respectful air, keeping his manners calm. He senses my authority over him.

An even better trait.

"I won't let ye down, Captain," he nodded.

"Your name, lad?"

"Pierre, Captain."

With a nod, I glanced over my newest cabin boy, Pierre, and left the men to finish gathering the supplies. Another crew member. This day was improving by the moment. By tomorrow my luck would be impeccable. And it is only rightful. I have taken more than my fair amount of suffering.

Life is finally turning in my favor…that makes me want to celebrate. And celebrate, I will. A smirk graced me and I went to my cabin, glad to be rid of the strange items that had once been spread on these walls.

Poor fool…Captain Ken. If only he knew what he would receive by coming to Grenada and paying this ship no respect by keeping it so unprotected.

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