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Note: Stephen will now be referred to as Julian!! Just so you don't get confused. ;)

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"Doctor Stephen Maturin was a man who spoke his mind, a man who stuck to what he believed in. I will always remember the times when we fought about government and his 'damned hobby', as I called it, that seemed so serious then, but now they are just fond memories of a dear friend. That was what he truly was, a dear friend and that is how he died. He was being a dear friend and was trying to protect me," Jack said in a formidable voice with a solemn look upon is face. "Doctor Stephen Maturin was more then a doctor to all of us, he was more like a brother and a brother is not easily forgotten." He looked down and sighed, trying to hold back the tears, as everyone else aboard was doing. He held up his head again and continued, "So brother, we leave you to the sea, but you will always be with us in heart and mind."

There was a pause in which everyone, at some point, bowed their heads in silent prayer. The silence was broken by the voice of Jack.

"Our father, who art in heaven..." His voice was soon joined by a building chorus of voices. The men stood still with their eyes closed as they recited the prayer as though they were all one, even for just a few moments of time. The prayer ended with a restful "Amen".

Jack looked up and took a sweeping glance over the men and said, "Men, may you go in peace." The men remained motionless for a few moments longer before they went back to their jobs and departed steadily from where they were standing.

Jack took a deep breathe and sighed and turned around to glance at the ocean that had taken his friend. He gave a small smile and whispered, "May God rest your soul, brother." He turned around almost hesitantly and stayed in his spot. He turned his head towards the ocean once more and could hear Stephen's voice saying to him, as though through the breeze that brushed through his hair, "If ever I die before you, don't grieve for me. Rejoice that I have passed the test of life." He looked down took a deep breathe and walked slowly away.

Sounds of a storm filled his mind: the sound of pounding feet, crashing waves, the beat created by falling rain, and the crash of thunder. These sounds circulated through his head growing louder and louder by the second, as though it would never reach it's climax. Then, suddenly, all went silent. A far away sound of a racing heart beat pounded in his ears accompanied by a yell. "Grab the rope!"

He shot up in his hammock and started wheezing. He coughed and jumped when he felt a gentle hand upon his shoulder. "Whoa their, its okay, just take slower breathes. Everything's okay," a deep voice cooed as the hand pushed him gently back into his hammock.

He looked over to see two men, one of them was the one who had spoke to him and the other stood looking curiously at him over the first man's shoulder. The first man looked over at the second one and he instructed him to find the captain and to 'please bring him under'.

When the second man had left he looked back over at him and said with a gentle smile, "My name is Dr. Marvin Helm, I've been looking over you for about a day." The captain walked in and stepped towards the hammock to see the man staring back at him, as though he were confused.

"Well Doctor Helm, it seems that our friend has woken up," Captain Conner said with kindness present in his rich, tenor voice. "Does he have a name?"

Doctor Helm looked over at the captain and replied, "I was just about to ask him." He then turned to the confused man in the hammock and asked, "Do you have a name my dear sir?"

The man sequenced his forehead, as though in deep thought. The man looked up after a few moments and mumbled something.

"Excuse me sir, what was that?" the doctor asked with as much sweetness as he could muster.

The man cleared his throat and said in an anemic voice, "I don't know, sir, I don't remember." The man looked down as the other two exchanged mystified glances with one another.

The captain stepped forward and knelt down to where he was level with the mysterious man swinging in front of him. "Do you remember what happened?" he asked, eyeing the peculiar man.

The man first shook his head, still looking down, feebly and answered a perplexed, "No."

The captain waited out side the door of the cabin for the doctor to complete his exam on the unusual man. The door creaked open and the doctor walked out and sighed, shaking his head.

"What's the matter with him? Can he really not remember anything?" The captain questioned.

"The poor soul, God bless him, on his life truly can't remember a thing. Believe me, I tried everything I could to see if he was faking it, but he is most defiantly not," the doctor took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead and continued, "I looked in my books, for, I must admit, his condition puzzled me, and found that he has amnesia. Amnesia is a condition where a person forgets everything about themselves and it is caused, usually, by a nasty hit on the head. In fact, I check his head for any sort of bruises or bumps and found a huge one, right on the back of his head. He must have hit his head before we found him."

The captain's stern face soon became riddled with a mix of confusion and worry. "Does this 'amnesia' have a cure?"

The doctor looked up at the other man and said, "The only thing that we can do is help him, be kind and maybe even trigger a memory, but that may be impossible as we know nothing of this man. His memory may also come back in a matter of time, though I cannot tell you when."

The captain looked into the room and saw the man looking at them as though he were listening to their conversation and quickly shot his glance away from the two men. The captain walked into the room towards the man and said, "I guess you're going to stay with us for a while, so we are going to have to give you a name." The captain looked around as though inspiration would come from the walls. "I know," he said with a brightened voice, "You will be called Julian, after my late brother. I have a feeling that you are going to be somewhat of a brother over the course of time we spend with each other."

The man looked up at him with a bit of a smile as a response to the captain's friendly tone. "I like that name, Julian."

"Good, so it is agreed on. Julian it is." There was silence between the two men as they looked at each other smiling and the doctor softly said, "Would you like a tour of the boat, the HMS Molly, Julian?"

The newly named Julian looked up at the captain and answered, "I would like that of most things." The captain helped Julian up and Julian put his arm around the captain's shoulder to get himself steadied. At first, Julian stumbled about, even when being held up, but after a while, he was used to his legs. The two men walked around the boat, the captain introducing Julian to the crew members. They talked and found that they truly enjoyed each other's company and so a new friendship was born.

TBC

I know, a kind of weird way to end a chapter, but oh well.....hope you enjoyed!