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Jack was so preoccupied in his thought of Millie being his daughter that he had stopped thinking of his quest for revenge against Captain Davies. Jack needed to talk to someone about his find, but he was not sure who to share it with. He was thinking of actually telling Millie, but thought she would find him to be even more insane than he already was and not believe him. Instead, Jack considered the thought of approaching Will and confiding in him his discovery.

'If Millie's me daughter,' Jack thought, 'which she very well could be…then I got me'self a wee bit of a' problem here. I'm the godforsaken captain of the Pearl! I ne'er would've thought me'self to be a …father! Blimey, and Will and her were close to lovin' last night, if me deadlights were seein' straight.'

A timid knocking on the door interrupted Jack's thoughts. He rubbed his eyes to focus and shouted in his low and raspy voice for whoever was at the door, to enter.

Millie cautiously walked in, afraid to disrupt him of his mapping out the locations of the Flame. She was the only one onboard that knew what he was up to, and she felt important because the captain had told her something that only she knew. Of course, she would not want Jack to tell anyone else onboard why he was going after Davies since it involved her dark past. Nevertheless, she found it to be grand that she held a secret of the captain's in her mind.

Jack set his eyes upon Millie when she entered his quarters. She closed the door behind her and looked into Jack's eyes. When looking at Millie, Jack remembered how the woman he acquainted with those many years ago had passed on many of her traits to her daughter. Millie had the same shape of her mother, very slim, but not deathly skinny like her mother was before. They had the same round face, but different eyes. It almost seemed to Jack that as he stared into Millie's eyes, he was staring into his own, since they both had the same intensity and kindness deep within the honey color.

"Cap'n?" she asked with a smile when she saw Jack's entranced look.

"Oh, yes, sorry, um," he stuttered, "What is it ye need?"

"Anamaria wanted me ta' tell ye that the clouds o'erhead aren't pleasant…to say the least. The wind's pickin' up, and it's blowin' in from the other direction in which we're travelin'. She wants ye ta' steer the ship if the storm carries through," Millie said.

Jack heard Millie, but did not respond for a while, and when he did, it was in no relation to the storm developing in the sky.

"What did yer mother look like, Millie?" he asked with interest as he leaned forward on the table, resting his elbows on his map.

"Why do yeh' want ta' know, Sparra'?" she asked.

Millie looked around uncomfortably then took a seat across from him at the table. She did not understand why he had a sudden interest in her mother, but since he was Captain Jack Sparrow, he did not exactly need a good reason to ask random questions.

"Just an innocent question, as it were," he replied.

Millie looked over Jack's head, out the window at the sea. The waves were a bit larger than normal, and there was surely to be a storm. Millie, however, was only now thinking of her mother. She missed her so much, but it was relieving to finally talk about her with Jack.

"The day before I left on the Flame…that was the last time I e'er saw her. I remember perfectly what she looked like…Auburn hair…soft curls…eyes the color of the grass…" she said and brought her knees up to her chin.

'That's her,' thought Jack.

"If I ne'er left to sea," Millie continued, "she might not 'ave died. I could've protected her…it's all my fault…"

"It isn't yer fault, lass," he said kindly. "But how'd she pass on?"

"I don't know. Probably one o' her filthy men killed her. I'm stronger than all of the scallywags on Tortuga, that's why I could've easily protected me mum!"

"Tis not yer fault. Don't e'er think that, darlin'," he said smiling. Millie looked up to him and smiled slightly.

'Tis my fault for bloody leavin' in the first place,' he thought.

"Millie…" he began, "I 'ave somethin' ta' tell ye."

'This is the opportune moment. Tell 'er ye bloody coward!' Jack thought.

Just then, lightning struck above them, and thunder vibrated through their bones. Millie shot up out of her seat and grabbed Jack's arm.

"You've gotta' steer this ship, Cap'n!" she said.

'Damn,' he thought and let Millie drag him to the quarterdeck.

Anamaria quickly moved out of the way so that Jack could rest his callused hands on the helm once more. He loved the feeling of the wood splintering his fingers as he tried his hardest to keep the helm from turning about in the harsh waves. Jack felt so free and alive to not be cooped up in his quarters, and instead battling the storm.

As the rain was beginning to pour down even harder and fiercer and the clouds were darkening over the ship, the crew began to emerge from their cabins below and help manage the sails. But after a couple minutes, Millie noticed that one crewmember was not on deck…

Will was so bewildered in the moment of when he and Millie had almost kissed the day before that he just needed to get away from everyone for a little bit. So, he went down into the hold to clear his head and think. He was surprised at himself for even looking at Millie the same way that he did Elizabeth since he had loved her so much and for so long. However, Millie seemed to have such an interesting impact on Will. It caused him to forget about Elizabeth and all of the years that he had spent trying to woo her, and even the exciting and horrifying adventure with Jack that he had gone through to rescue her. But, as Will sat in the hold with the miscellaneous boxes of cargo, trying desperately to remember the loving times that he had with Elizabeth, his thoughts were clouded with the girl that he had met just a few days ago.

He felt the ship move about violently, and then he fell to the floor with a loud thud. He was just about to get up from his fall and help above deck when Millie came scrambling down the ladder from the deck, wet from the rain, looking desperately for Will. She feared that he might have fallen overboard, and was searching for him in every possible place. She could not see that he was lying on the other side of some boxes, but Will could see her.

"Turner? Are yeh in here?" she called.

Will watched her for a few seconds, and how her dark hair whipped at her face when she spun her head around. He would have been perfectly content at just watching her for hours, but he noticed the concern in her eyes, and he rose from his position.

"Turner!" she cried when she saw him. She jumped over a crate and stood before him with a bright smile. "Was 'fraid that ye 'ad fallen off the ship!"

"I've been down here for quite some time," he said.

"Aye, but Jack needs all hands on deck. A storm's o'er our head," she paused, "Why were ye down below, anyway?"

"Thinking," he sighed.

"About what?"

Will fell silent and looked down at Millie's innocent, sun-kissed face and her smiling lips. He lifted his hand from his side and moved her wet hair from her cheeks and pushed it behind her ear. He could not stop thinking about how beautiful she was, and wanted desperately to lean in and kiss her pink lips.

Millie's heart leapt when Will touched his hand to her face. She almost fainted; it was almost too wonderful to be true! Was Will actually being romantic towards her, or was he just wiping away her hair from her face so that she could see better? Either way, she felt as though she was floating on air as they gazed into each other's eyes. He was just so attractive, with a slight mustache and goatee, and light brown waves in his long hair.

Suddenly, an unexpected wave came crashing in on the Pearl, sending Will and Millie to the ground. More crates fell over from their piles, but cleared the area where Will fell right on top of Millie.

"You," Will said as he hovered over Millie's body.

Millie cocked her head and raised her eyebrow in confusion.

"I was thinking about you," he said.

Will moved his head closer to Millie's. They both felt the warmth of the other as they locked their lips together. Millie felt the most dazzling feeling that she had ever felt, and if it was not for their lips being pressed together, she would have shouted in excitement. They continued to kiss, and Will felt like a prince as he closed his eyes and let himself share with Millie his happiness. They engulfed the lips of the other, enjoying the taste of lust.

It seemed as soon as the kiss had started, that it had ended. Will pulled himself off of Millie, and looked down upon her. She smiled up at him, then wrapped her hand around his neck, and pulled his head back into hers. They pressed their lips together once more, and kissed passionately.

The ship suddenly lurched to one side, and Will quickly sat up and pulled Millie in close to him to protect her from the crates falling down on either side of them. When the ship leveled out, a loud rumble of thunder echoed in the night sky, and it had the two immediately transform back into crewmembers. They rose from their positions on the floor, but still stared into the other's eyes. Will grabbed Millie's hand and she tightened his grip. They smiled desirably at one another then dashed up the ladder to the deck.