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Chapter 14 that doesn't have a name at the moment

Fen stood at the helm, all by her onesies as a certain pirate would have said, had he any wish to tease the likes of her. She was calm, hazily so. In her own world where only the licks of peach and rose of the rising sun could enter. She was one with the world, with the ocean, with the air, with everything. Jack was obviously not part of her world for the moment - she could hardly be one with him. The breeze had a scent in it as it brushed past her cheeks. It was the water, the outdoorness, the, well yes, freedom. Even the uneven footsteps plodding up behind her couldn't ruin the fresh calmness of the dawn.

Intriguing, isn't it? Fen nodded absent-mindedly, It is indeed, she mumured.

I never understood how it had so many colours in it.

Are you in a poetical mood today, Jack? Mmmm, Captain. I was, but I have more pressing matters- his voice became suddenly menacing, like why one of me crew sailed off with the Pearl.

She snapped out of her dreams - ah, that. I didn't mean it, I- You didn't mean to sail off in a ship all by yeself? He raised his eyebrows. She gulped. Damn it. All of her warning alarms had been set off in her head.

Shut up, I need to think, she mumbled. You'll forgive me if I carry on talking... She narrowed her eyebrows, what- No, I- I- I didn't mean you, I was... forget it.

She glanced up at Jack, he was staring at her as if demanding explanations. Who did he think he was? The Captain of the bloody Pearl, maybe? Said a little voice in her head. Smart-ass.

Do you need some persuasion? Cold metal appeared at my head. Just bloody brilliant, someone should take that pistol off him.

You know, Captain, shooting me won't get you anywhere. He grinned. Actually, it depends on your point of view. Believe me, from my one, it's got all the sense in the world.

Fen's POV

I rolled my eyes. Prat - he had to have some quick-witted answer, didn't he? It's a long story. We're stuck in the middle of the ocean, lad - all around us is water and it'll take us hours to get to shore - I've got time. Yes, definitely a prat.

I waited in silence for a moment. The waves lolled against the wood of the Pearl, splashing and sloshing. A couple of sea-gulls sung up above. Then I realised that I was in paradise - I was somehow unaware of the imminent danger of death - and in that same split second I realised that I'd had enough. Had enough of all this lying and pretending and who-knows-what-else. I'd spent all my life wishing to be on a ship like this one. That wish had been granted. Jack - in my opinion - was a prat. But a good prat, an honest one - at least, compared to most of his so-called kind.

It was time for faith and consequences. I hate doing this, I thought wryly, before speaking in a hesitant and surprisingly, well, meek voice.

I whispered hoarsely, Shall we sit down? Jack made himself comfy - or I suppose he did - on a stair, keeping the pistol loosely pointed in my direction - loosely being what it looked like, surely, being more what it would be if I made a false move - but I wouldn't. I sat down a metre or so away from him.

Well... I suppose I should start at the beginning. I'm a, erm, well, girl, lass, woman, whatever... I lowered my gaze - he was going to get me for that, if he hadn't already guessed - he had been very near to it. I didn't hear any cries of murder, so I raised my eyes. He was staring at me in a vaguely surprised way, but by no means menacing and seemed to be waiting for me to continue, which I did.

I did live on that island you found me on for my entire life, and you were indeed the first person, apart from Pintel, that I'd ever seen. I am slightly accustomed to huts, but houses and buildings are quite new to me, which is why I got a bit panicked when I saw them in Port Royal or Tortuga or wherever we were. Port Royal, he muttered. I shot him a scathing look.

When I was little, Pintel would tell me of this beautiful lady to who he swore to protect me. Along with stories of battles and heroic acts, and, well, that all stuff. It made me dream... I took a deep breath.

One of my favourite stories was about... And I went on to tell all the adventures he'd been on, all the treasure he'd found... My eyes sparkled and I know - goodness knows why - that Jack was captivated by it all. His eyes became slowly glazed over, as if he could also remember dreams like that... He'd never have admitted it, but that's not the point.



Sorry to stop at such a cliffhanger, I wanted to post this quickly - well, not exactly quickly, but...