A/N: I tried posting this chapter on Friday morning before I left for school, but there was some glitch on the site and the login area wasn't working, so I tried again when I got home but it was still down. I came back from a World War One History trip to Belgium at about 10pm last night, and I've been god-awfully tired since then because I had to get up at half past three in the morning on Friday, drove down to Dover in Southern England, went across the English Channel, drove through France and then finally got to Ypres in Belgium, went to bed at 11pm, woke up at 7am on Saturday and got home at quarter to ten last night. I haven't had much sleep at all, AND I've got homework to do for school tomorrow…what a wonderful life this is. Buying Belgian chocolates was definitely worth it though :D

And thank you for the reviews! I'm really pleased you've taken the time to tell me what you think of the fic so far because without them, I wouldn't be able to make the story appeal to you lot and keep you interested, so thank you!

Gayle Gordon: I'm glad you find it interesting! I've read and checked the chapters so many times that it loses its spark after a while, but I really hope you enjoy the rest of the fic!

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Bright sunlight streamed in through the small, dusty windows and onto the small bundle that lay curled up in the sheets upon the single bed. Lorraine squirmed and fidgeted as she gradually woke up. Why did it have to be so bright? Just a little more sleep, then she would get up and go…go where exactly? This dreaded train of thought fell on her like a pile of bricks. Her eyes opened and she squinted at the brightness of the room.

After a few moments of blinking several times she grew accustomed to the light and what she saw next caused her to sharply intake a breath and sit bolt upright in her bed. There was Captain Jack Sparrow, grinning like a little boy as he sat on the chair next to the bed.

"How long have you been here?!" Lorraine insisted, frustrated.

"As long as the time between the moment I sat down up until now, love." He winked at her and smiled impishly.

Lorraine opened her mouth and was just about to retort when she suddenly realized this wasn't the room she had been in earlier last night. She closed her mouth again and could feel her face redden, feeling like a right idiot. The captain grinned even more.

"What time is it?" she asked once she was quite sure that the redness had faded from her cheeks.

"'bout noon, I suppose." He replied lazily whilst stretching his arms.

"Why am I here?" Lorraine asked. She felt stupid once she had said that; it made her sound like a lost little child.

The roguish captain playfully winked at her again as he sauntered over to the bed, causing Lorraine to feel uncomfortable and weary of him. She kept her eyes on a wooden table so that they would not meet with the captain's. He looked out of the window, an unusually pensive look on his face.

"Ye look like ye could do with some fresh air, love." He held his tanned hand out to her and Lorraine looked down at it. "Milady…?" He wore many exquisite and unusual rings upon his hand, and she could tell by his skin that this man had probably faced all weathers. She bit her lip and then let her hand be taken by the pirate. He had a strong, firm hand and practically hauled her out of the bed as he pulled on her own. She only just managed to land on her feet as she stumbled onto the floor. The captain turned around, a baffled look upon his face, as if pondering how the girl could possibly have staggered so badly by him simply holding her hand. He shrugged nonchalantly, obviously thinking that the matter was no use brooding over, and led her out of the room.

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Lorraine had to trot to keep up with Sparrow, for she feared that she would trip up if she slowed down because of the pull on her hand. As she ambled behind him, her face convulsed as the foul, strong stench of rum filled her senses. The reek seemed to emanate from Sparrow himself; he must be drunk. The fumes went straight to her head as she inhaled, causing her to feel a bit dizzy.

Within a few minutes they were up on deck and Lorraine held a hand over her eyes to shield them from the blinding, early afternoon sun. It wasn't a perfectly clear day; there were a few high, wispy clouds above and the sky wasn't a rich, light blue; it seemed quite pale and misty. Nevertheless, it was a very comfortably warm day and the sound of the water lapping up against the ship's sides was rather soothing. The sails of the ship looked very out of place on a day like today; they were a harsh, menacing shade of black, which seemed to bring on an air of doom and gloom to the ship. Or so it seemed to Lorraine anyway.

"Beauty, isn't she?" the captain said, obviously proud of his ship as he gazed around, his eyes shining.

"Mhhh…" Lorraine mumbled as she leant against the wooden railings and breathed in the fresh ocean air. It was a wonderful feeling to have the clean, ocean breeze blow on your skin and through your hair; it was so pure, so cleansing, and so naturally enjoyable. She closed her eyes, relishing this wholesome, intense experience.

"Nice day."

"Yes, it is, sir." Replied Lorraine courteously. After all, she was talking to a grown man, and even though he was a pirate, it was no excuse for her to abandon her manners.

She looked out to the distance and then turned away from the railings. Sparrow took her hand again and pulled her away, and led her around the deck, pointing out various members of his crew.

"Now that there is Weatherby. Quiet chap, but very useful for knot-tying…" he pointed to a thin man working next to the tall mast.

"An' the one jus' behind him is Hawksmoor; very good when it comes to sword fighting…and over there, to the left, is Scratch. Bit of a trickster, he is. That's Grapple, the one with the bucket, over there, see? And –"

"Cap'n, I think we may 'ave gone a bit too far East, should we steer North?"

"And this, this is Bootstrap. Good with maps and finding his way around. Hopeless with everything else." He whispered the last part loudly, not really hesitating to keep his voice down.

The young man raised his eyebrows and laughed.

"Aye, sir," he then turned to Lorraine, "'fraid if it were anything more, I'd be chucked off o' the ship for wasting space!"

Lorraine smiled. Maybe all pirates weren't that bad after all.

Sparrow and Bootstrap briskly walked up to the wheel to discuss the direction the ship was to be steered in, and the captain pulled out a wooden-boxed compass which he referred to every now and then.

Lorraine felt a lot lighter and somehow safer than she had been last night. It didn't make sense, but she felt safer when she was with the captain of this pirate ship than when she was attacked by those probably lowly members of his crew just yesterday.

She walked back to the railings and leant over them, breathing in the fresh air again. She simply loved this cool, cleansing air. It made her feel renewed and just made her a lot happier in general. It seemed to heal the mind in some way. When Lorraine opened her eyes again, she watched the sunlight glinting off the waves of the ocean, and the white foam appearing from the bubbles the ship made as it sailed smoothly through the deep, aquamarine water of the Caribbean. She jumped when she felt a firm, unwanted hand upon her shoulder, and turned around to see the pirate who had participated in her capture back at Orchila. She froze and she could feel her pulse throbbing in her neck.

"Why, good day, missy." Came the familiar rough, gravelly voice.

Lorraine said nothing.

"Now, now, miss, it ain't polite not to say hello." The pirate sneered at her. He seemed transfixed as his gaze wandered over her longingly.

"Ahem." Captain Sparrow cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows as he arrived and stood next to Lorraine, holding her close to him as she stood trembling.

"Cap'n Sparrow, I was jus' –" The pirate started, but was interrupted by Sparrow waving an arm in front of his face.

"Ah-ah," he held up his index finger to his lips, "if ye have anything to say to Miss Tyne 'ere, say it now."

The pirate narrowed his eyes at Sparrow, seething with anger before he glanced at Lorraine. "Worthless wench…" he muttered as turned around to walk off, but within a moment, Captain Sparrow had withdrawn his sword and held it at the pirate's neck in an almost lazy way, although his dark eyes were full of intensity.

"Now that isn't a very nice thing to say to a lady…" he drawled as the pirate stood dead still in his tracks. "Apologise."

The pirate mumbled something inaudible.

"I can't hear you." Sparrow sang childishly.

"Alrigh'! Sorry, miss!" he spat out angrily, not sorry at all.

The sword was withdrawn from the pirate's throat and he walked off heatedly, cursing under his breath.

"An' that was Barbossa. Me firs' mate. We 'aven't been getting along too well recently," he said darkly as he watched the pirate's back, "but he is very nifty to 'ave around the ship." Sparrow looked down at Lorraine who was still shaking as she clung to his side. "Oi, oi! Come on, there's no need for that, love. The sun won't shine if you don't let it see yer smile." His eyes were wide with worry and panic; he plainly didn't have the faintest idea as to what to do in a situation such as this.

The other crewmembers were beginning to turn around and look, and what they saw was their captain holding a young girl in his arms. Sparrow's eyes darted from left to right quickly before he shouted orders out to his crew: "Back to work ye mangy seadogs! Scrub the deck! Turn the oars! Look out for land!" he barked out as the crew scrambled around the deck, hurrying back to do their chores. "Let's go back to the cabin an' 'ave a bite to eat, eh?"

Lorraine nodded and he led her below deck.