"Treasure Can Be Misleading"

"About Last Night"

Chapter 10

"Wake up, you stupid git!" Arcelia shouted, shoving Skylark off of the bed to awaken him.

"Bloody hell, what was that for?" he yelled back, clenching his teeth in pain. Most likely from falling on his head, so it didn't hurt him that much. "Where's the fire?"

"Under your mum's dress," she spat angrily, plopping herself on the bed with her arms crossed over her chest.

Skylark stared at her with a look of extreme outrage.

"Now listen up good, Shave tail," she said, leaning over and beginning to untie his bindings. "If you're going to be on this ship, you'll have to work to earn your keep. I know this'll be difficult for a man of your status," she hissed.

"Excuse me! I happen to be the hardest-working man of my crew! How dare you accuse me of such a thing!" he said with an affronted tone.

"You have yet to give me a reason to the contrary, Mr. Wesley."

"I guess I should expect this kind of behavior from a such a lowlife scoundrel," he muttered, stretching his arms out as she removed the ropes. This wasn't the smartest thing to say.

"Oh really! I'm a lowlife scoundrel, am I? You didn't seem to think so back at the party?" she snarled, "Whatever happened to 'oh, the red is a lovely match against your eyes'?" she said, overly mimicking his voice.

"I don't have to explain myself to the likes of you, pirate," he argued, but paused as if just realizing something. "You remember that?" he said with a smirk, cocking an eyebrow suspiciously.

"No! Er- I mean… who couldn't remember something so idiotic and sappy? I thought I was going to vomit!" she stumbled with her words as she tried to make a recovery. But a new devilish smirk spread across her face, suggesting she'd found a way to combat him. "Come to think of it, I seem to remember a certain Lieutenant saying such sweet nothings to a certain scoundrel pirates last night," she said, setting her trap.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, unsure as to where she was going with this.

"You're so beautiful! Run away with me! I love you, Arcelia!" she began taunting him, mimicking what he'd said in his sleep the night before. "You're so wonderful!"

"Shut up!" he shouted at her, lunging forward and missing her as she jumped up and strolled about the room. "I will not stand for these lies!"

"The red is a lovely match against your eyes!" she continued to tease him, always dodging just in time out of his grasp. "I love you," she whispered, daring to get up close to Wesley.

"Filthy pirate!" he growled, spinning around and wrapping his arms around her to hold her still. The distance between their faces just outside of six inches. "It's your turn to listen, pirate," he hissed, his grip tightening, giving her no opening to escape him. "I am Lieutenant Wesley Skylark and you shall respect and address me as such! I am the man and you are a pathetic pirate, so you will be treated accordingly as your kind rightfully deserves! Is that understood?" he said, releasing her from his hold.

She didn't know how to respond to this. This was probably the first time anyone had ever spoken to her with such an angry tone. She just started at him, her face giving off no definite emotion.

"I am the pathetic pirate, and I'll get treated like the rest of my 'kind'. And you are the pompous important Lieutenant, 'the man," she repeated, inhaling a breath as she headed for the cabin's exit. "As you wish," she opened the door. "Wesley," she said, rudely slamming the door behind her and then locking it up.

"He's awake now, I take it?" Jack asked her as she walked past. She didn't respond. "Did you hear me?" he called after her.

"I want to be off by myself for a while, Jack, ok?" she said quietly, heading to the bow of the ship.

She rest on the bow's back railing, staring out at the crystal blue ocean. Why had everything become so complicated all of a sudden? A hand then placed itself on her shoulder. Turning her head, she saw Wesley standing beside her.

"Lovely view, isn't it?" he commented, trying to force up some kind of benign conversation.

"It's fine. I suppose," she said, looking back out to sea. What is he getting at?

His hand was now slowly crawling down her arm and taking rest on her hip. Now normally, she would have thrown him clear to the other side of the ship. But in this state, she wasn't herself. What had that Wesley done to her? There was then another pause.

"You will except my apology, for the uncouth way I acted a moment ago," he said, still trying to remain the epitome of pomposity.

She couldn't help but glance over at him, his seemingly perfect features beaming back at her with a newly realized impish charm about them. It was silly for her to be thinking of him like this. Considering how he'd treated her and how she'd been acting with him. However, as she was already aware of, she was not herself that night. Before she thought it through entirely, she turned around and leaned up to press her lips to his. This greatly surprised both of them.

"Where did that come from?" he asked, a wave of bewilderment sweeping over him.

"Sorry!" she said quickly, moving past him and back towards the cabin.

He followed, catching her by the arm as she was making to open the cabin door. Without waiting for confirmation or protest, he brought her face to meet his once more. The two then slowly backed into the room, and he kicked the door shut behind them.

Author's Note :: Quite suggestive, eh? Anywho… this idea just popped into my head and I HAD to put it in. I'm also going to have Ragetti more prominent the next chapter, 'cuz how could I forget about that adorable semi-Cyclops? - Okie-day, you all know the routine by now (if not you need to): Read/Review, or Flame [optional]… savvy? ;)