Chapter Eleven

Olivia stood on the quarterdeck enjoying the fresh air. It was a cool night and the air felt somehow calming to her. She had spent the entire day in the cabin, most of which she had been asleep. As soon as Tom had left to speak with the Captain she had collapsed into the hammock and slept longer than she had thought possible. She vaguely remembered Tom coming in, telling her he had come to an agreement with the Captain, and depositing fresh clothes. When she had finally gotten up she was shocked to find a dress made from what she supposed was blue cotton. She despised dresses normally, finding that every single time she had to wear one she managed to trip over the hem with nearly every step, but in this instance she found it really quite touching, not to mention refreshing considering she had been wearing the same shirt and breeches since she arrived, and she happily changed.

The sound of strings tuning pulled her from her thoughts and she smiled at the tone, which being a music major she found quite familiar. She remembered when one of her friends had attempted to teach her the violin, a task that she found she had little talent for. "Stick with vocals." Was the advice she had been given after her disastrous attempt.

"Olivia?" It was Tom. She didn't even have to look, but she did turn and smiled at him as he approached her. He studied her for a moment, he had barely seen her at all that day, being busy with repairs, and it was the first time he had seen her in a dress. He smiled, kissing her hand. "You look lovely."

She laughed, "Well, I look better. I would hardly say lovely." She replied. "I would like to know where on earth you came up with a dress however."

"Oh." Tom waved her curiosity aside. "I arranged that a week ago. We had a spare bolt of cotton see, and I thought you might be growing tired of going about in men's clothing. The Captain agreed and set a few men who were talented with the needle on your dress. It was finished two days ago, but it slipped my mind." He smiled. "You like it?" He asked hopefully.

Olivia grinned, stepping back and holding out arms, turning around. "What do you think?" She asked, modeling it.

He laughed, "Blue suites you." He complimented.

"Thank you." She replied, taking his arm as he escorted her to a seat. "So, Tom, shall we enjoy an evening of music on the quarterdeck?"

"Certainly, my dear." He replied. "When do you suppose they will start?"

Olivia paused, listening to the tuning. "They sound pretty close. I doubt the salt does well for the wood in the instruments, so perfect intonation I imagine is quite tricky." She stopped, laughing at the puzzled look on Tom's face. "Now you know how I feel every time you start using nautical terms."

Tom grinned sheepishly, "I recall you saying you studied music. Do you play?"

Olivia snorted, "I'm not allowed to go anywhere near a violin by order of my friend Lannie who tried to teach me once. But I do manage some piano, and I've been playing percussion in orchestra since in high school, I was on the drum line you see, for marching band." She stopped realizing she'd completely lost him. "I'm in school now, or at least I was, studying vocal music. I was planning on going into opera. Long shot of being successful, but I was going to give it a try."

"You would do well, you have a powerful voice." He told her. "The London stage would never be the same."

Olivia snorted, "London? Lord, I'd be lucky if I got a job in DC or even a little city like Roanoke. And even then I'll probably be flipping burgers until I'm forty."

"Olivia, I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about." He replied, repeating her words from the tour he gave her. It seemed so long ago now, as if those events had happened years before.

She laughed, "I'm rambling aren't I? Sorry."

They fell silent, listening to the Captain and Doctor's duet. It was a lovely, light and airy piece and Olivia swore she had heard it before. She was struggling to remember when and where for her old life seemed like her distant past. It had almost become a hazy dream, as if she had come awake from a long slumber when she hit the water all those months ago. She was beginning to wonder if she even wanted to go back, an odd thing to think she knew, but, she admitted, it was Tom who made her think these thoughts. Was she really willing to give up her entire life for him? She admitted to herself that it was not as if she had the power to go home in the first place, but still, the fact that she was thinking of how she may rather stay with Tom than go back to the future struck her as incredibly out of character. She remembered her last visit to her grandmother, the overbearing proverbial ruler of the family who lit into her about not "finding a good man and settling to a family." She had said then that she didn't think she was the marrying type, so why was she changing her mind now? It was Tom again. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, why did he have this affect on her? What was it about him?

Suddenly, an amusing thought struck her. 'I've turned into a fairy tail damsel in distress! A, what was the term they used in those stories on the internet? A Mary-Sue!' This thought so amused her that she started to laugh.

Tom looked at her quizzically, "What is it?" He asked.

She shook her head, regaining control of her laughter. "Nothing. Just laughing at myself."

He looked doubtful, but shook his head with a smile, "You are an odd woman, Olivia Corin." He told her.

"And would you have it any other way?" She teased.

He paused, as if thinking on it, and then laughed. "No, I don't suppose I would." He then paused again, as if thinking of a good way to bring up something. She knew that look, it was his classic 'I don't want to say this but I have to' look. "I am afraid I must bring up some unpleasant matters now. The Captain tells me that we should reach an island on our course in two days that will be suitable for you do wait on while we pursue the Wilmington. I've been told to prepare you."

Olivia licked her lips, thinking. "And you're coming back for me?"

Tom nodded, "Yes, after we take the Wilmington prize, the Captain assured me we would." He looked at her, studying her face for a moment. "I still do not enjoy the idea of leaving you alone." He admitted.

Olivia found his concern rather touching and smiled comfortingly, "Don't worry about me. I've been camping for as long as I can remember." She assured him. "Just help me set up and get a fire going and I'll be fine."

Tom still looked as if he did not believe her, but he nodded anyway, "Do you know how to shoot?" He asked.

Olivia paused, "You might need to show me how to load, but I was a decent shot when my Uncle used to take me hunting." She assured him. "How long will I be there?" She asked.

"I cannot honestly tell you." Tom said, looking away from her a moment, as if afraid to meet her eyes for fear of losing his head completely. "I do not believe too terribly long. We are not that far behind after all, perhaps a few weeks."

Olivia bit her lip, suddenly a thought came to her mind and she sorely wished it hadn't, what if the Surprise lost? "And... and what if-?" She couldn't bring herself to say it. The thought was too terrifying to be put into words.

Tom guessed her thoughts by the look in her eyes, and he quickly brushed a kiss against her forehead in comfort. He could not fully embrace and silence her fears for they were in plain view on the quarterdeck and such an act would have been inappropriate. "I will come back for you, Olivia." He promised. "No matter the odds."

She felt terribly small and afraid suddenly, "But what if-?"

"Olivia." He quickly interrupted her, refusing to all her to put her fears into words. "If I have to swim back to the island I will. But I will come for you, I swear it."

Olivia took a deep breath, calming herself, and offered him a weak smile. She wordlessly nodded, not trusting her voice for a moment. Suddenly she noticed the silence on the air, the only sound was those of the ship and the ocean, which she had grown quite accustomed to hearing and now found quite soothing. "They've finished the piece." She commented. "I have no desire to go in, do you?"

Tom shook his head, "But it is getting rather cold. Would you like my coat?"

Olivia smiled, "No, I'm fine." She stood, looking out over the dark waters. "Anyway I like the wind. It's quite refreshing."

Tom smiled, standing to join her, "It is." He agreed. A comfortable silence fell over them. Tom could not say all the things he wished to on deck, too many ears about, but he found he did not mind the silence.

Olivia began to softly hum to herself in her usual manner. Tom gave her an amused smile, "And what song is this?" He asked.

She smiled, "I wasn't singing yet." She said. "But if you must know it's from the musical Kismet."

"Oh." Tom said blankly, having never heard of Kismet before. He was afraid he did not have much knowledge of music and felt extremely dull witted whenever she brought up the subject. "A lovely tune. Would you sing a bit of it?"

Olivia laughed, "What? You actually want me to sing? And here I thought I was driving you all crazy with my habit of singing whatever was in my head." She shook her head, "Besides, I'm not entirely sure I remember the words."

"Please. Surely you remember a little?" He asked imploringly.

She gave an amused sigh, "Well, if you look at me that way how can I refuse?" She asked with a smile. "I learned it as a duet, but I'll try the solo." Olivia took a breath, feeling somewhat self-conscious as he watched her expectantly. With a sigh and a brief moment of getting the tune in her head she started to sing:

Take my hand

I'm a stranger in Paradise,

All lost in a wonderland,

A stranger in Paradise,

If I stand starry-eyed,

That's a danger in Paradise

For mortals who stand besides

An Angel like you

Tom watched her, it was clear she was happiest when singing. Her eyes always seemed so far away, as if she were staring at everything and nothing at the same time. It was strange, yet she seemed almost angelic. Suddenly she looked straight at him, her eyes locking with his. Tom swallowed, lost in her intense gaze. It was as if she could see past his exterior and straight into his soul.

I saw your face

And I ascended

Out of a common place

Into the rare!

Now somewhere out in space

I hang suspended

Until I'm certain

There's a chance you care.

Olivia felt herself grow more confident as the song went on. She knew this piece, and had never had a more captive audience. He was looking at her as if she were the center of the world, almost as if she were a strange mirage, and if he blinked she would disappear. She smiled, touching his arm, as if to assure him she was indeed real.

Won't you answer the fervent pray'r

Of a stranger in Paradise?

Don't send me in dark despair

From all that I hunger for;

But open your angel's arms

To the stranger in Paradise

And tell him that he need be a stranger no more

Olivia smiled as she finished and shrugged her shoulders casually. "That's it." She said, feeling rather silly and blushing under his intenst gaze.

"It was lovely." He replied. "Do you know another?"

Olivia laughed, "Well, yes, what is this a recital?" She teased.

Tom returned her smile, "Just one more?" He asked. "Please?"

Olivia raised her chin, amused. "You have a bargain Mr. Pullings." She said. "One more song, and then I suppose I should turn in." She paused, her mind running through the list of songs she knew.

"Well?" Tom teased, watching as her eyes moved back and forth, seeming to read something in the air.

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking." She replied. "All right. I've got one. My mother used to play it constantly when I was growing up and it's what made me decide to sing in the first place." She said with a smile, remembering wearing down the track on her mother's CD player. She started to sing, not worrying about getting the pitch in her head for she had sung this song countless times since she was a girl as her voice grew more and more powerful. The chorus she particularly liked, and found appropriate for more than one of the predicaments she was in at the moment.

Lift the Wings

That carry me away from here and

Fill the Sail

That breaks the line to home

But when I'm miles and miles apart from you

I'm beside you when I think of you – a Stoirin

And I'm with you as I dream of you – a Stoirin

And a song will bring you near to me – a Stoirin a Gra

Stephen and Jack had finished their piece, and after congratulating each other on a well-played duet they had sat down to coffee. The powerful sound of a soprano voice echoed down to where they sat in the cabin and they paused a moment to listen.

"Miss Corin appears to be in a fine mood." Stephen commented as she finished.

Jack nodded drinking his coffee. "Indeed."

Stephen studied his cup carefully, "Do you really think leaving her alone is wise?" He asked his friend.

Jack sighed, "What would you have me do Stephen?" He asked. "I am at a loss as to what would be best. Miss Corin will be well supplied I assure you, and she seems more than capable of managing by herself for a short time. She is an odd character you know."

"Yes, she is." Stephen agreed. "A most unusual lady indeed. But Pullings seems at home with her."

Jack raised an eyebrow, amused. "Gossip brother?"

"Merely observation, I assure you. It is obvious he is quite smitten with her, and has been painfully apparent for some time, and you said yourself it would pain the man terribly if she were false. But tell me if you will, do you suppose a wedding ceremony is soon in order?" Stephen asked with a smile, recalling poor Pullings falling over himself left and right in the lady's presence.

"Heavens no! I dislike performing such ceremony, some things should be left to clergymen, you know." Jack shook his head. "Besides, Tom knows that now is not the time nor place, I am sure. Poor lad could not help his heart however." Jack added with a smile. "No, Mr. Pullings would wait until we reach England." He said, recalling his conversation with Tom earlier. "But I am glad for him, and have never seen him happier than with Miss Corin." Jack added as an afterthought.

"Indeed, it is a good thing for him. When he came for her in sick-berth it was quite heartening to see her embrace him so warmly with relief plain on her face." Stephen said thoughtfully. "Some would say inappropriate sure, but heart warming none the less."

Jack chuckled, "Yes, it is amusing that she can be bold while he is so damn shy about women. I am glad for his health he seems to be over his clumsy stage of infatuation. His health and my uniform as well." He added, remembering the incident with the pudding.

Stephen chuckled, and was about to comment when a soft knock interrupted his thoughts. Olivia Corin entered smiling shyly at the two of them.

"Oh. You aren't done. Would you like me to leave?" She asked politely.

"No my dear." Stephen stood. "It is late and I was going to retire." He smiled kindly at Olivia as he gathered his things. "Goodnight Miss Corin."

Olivia returned his smile, "Goodnight Doctor." She said as he left.

Jack also rose to go, gathering the last of his papers. "Well, good evening Miss Corin." He said politely.

"Captain." She stopped him. "I would like to apologize for my... well... rather harsh words earlier." Olivia said, fiddling with the fabric of her dress nervously. "I have a bit of a temper, and well, when I'm tired and frustrated it can get out of hand." She looked up, trying to read his expression once more. "I am very grateful for everything you and your crew have done for me. I could not have asked for more, and am eternally thankful." She hurriedly said.

"Miss Corin, your apology is accepted." Jack said, giving her a small smile.

She returned his smile, "I just didn't want you to think me ungrateful. And the dress! Thank you for the dress as well. I never would have dreamed it possible."

"Yes, well, we could not very well have you running about in men's clothing forever now could we?" He asked. "It was no trouble at all." He turned to leave, but then stopped, studying the young woman closely before speaking again. "Miss Corin, it is quite one thing to deceive for shall we say, political purposes? But it is a far worse thing to make a man believe that you love him. If I may be blunt, Mr. Pullings has fallen under whatever spell you women cast, and I would like to know that whatever game you are playing, you are not misusing him."

Olivia blinked in surprise for she had never thought the Captain would get involved in the personal matters of his crew. She doubted he often did, and so she drew herself up to appear more proper. "I assure you I am not." She promised. "I give you my word, whatever value you may put on it." She added, a small smile playing at her lips.

Jack nodded, seemingly satisfied by her response. "Goodnight Miss Corin." He said, turning and leaving to join the Doctor below.

"Goodnight sir." She responded. When she was finally alone she crossed the room and slumped onto the hammock. She was growing used to the thing and managed not to almost fall out. For some reason, despite the fact that she was soon going to be left on some strange island alone she felt surprisingly calm.

"Maybe I'm going crazy." She said out loud to herself with a sigh. Well, she was floating on a boat 200 years in the past with a Captain who suspected her of spying and a first lieutenant who she was in love with, but other than that why would she be going crazy? Well, it wasn't too bad after all, she had Tom, and with a snort she mentally added, and a new dress. What else could she need? Well, besides a shower? With a giggle at her random thoughts she yawned and let the rocking of the ship slowly lull her into pleasant dreams.

Olivia stared at the island from where she sat in the boat as they rowed her ashore. If this had been a vacation she would have been in love with the place, but staring at it and knowing she could be stuck there alone for a very long time filled her with a certain dread. She shifted in her seat, twisting a strand of hair around her finger nervously.

Tom was standing behind her silently. He could not think of a thing to say and the silence hung in the air uncomfortably. The boat reached the shore and Tom jumped out, reaching back to help Olivia.

She felt rather shaky suddenly, and was quite thankful for his assistance. The boat crew stayed behind, waiting to take Tom back to the ship. They had loaded supplies and set up her camp for her that morning. Dropping Olivia off seemed to be the last thing the Surprise needed to do before leaving.

The site was just a little ways up from shore. Tom had made certain it was on dry land and close to the fresh water. They had been quite generous in her supplies, and he was certain she would be as comfortable as possible while she waited for their return. He rambled on about what was in which container, and where the water was. He was going over all the possible scenarios in his mind over and over again, trying to think of what she should do for each.

Finally, Olivia stopped his nervous rambling. "Tom." She said gently. "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."

Tom sighed, shifting about on his feet, looking away. "I cannot help myself." He replied. "I do not like leaving you here."

Olivia brought a hand to his cheek to bring his gaze to meet her own. "Just come back." She said. "That's all I ask."

He pulled her close for a kiss, but his hat nearly took her eye. Smiling, Olivia reached up and knocked it off his head. "Funny looking anyway." She commented.

He laughed, kissing her, "My dear, I believe my hat is very fine indeed." He protested teasingly.

"Oh really?" Olivia laughed. "Well, Mr. Pullings, I rather prefer the man wearing it." She teased, picking it up from where it fell. "But I suppose if this hat of yours is so wonderful, I ought to keep it here with me as insurance of your return."

"Olivia Corin." Tom protested. "I need my hat."

She raised an eyebrow, annoyingly flirtatious. "Well, it does make the uniform. But what insurance do I have of your return my dear sir?"

Tom raised his chin, clasping his hands behind his back, perfectly content to play her game. "Perhaps I could suggest a trade?" He asked.

"A trade?" Olivia asked. "What kind of trade?"

Tom paused, then produced a small metal object. He held it out for her to see that it was a ring.

She stared at it for a moment and then looked at Tom dumbly. "Tom?"

"It's not much." He said hurriedly. "It's just a ring crafted from a coin, we had to guess at the size of your finger. I hope it fits." He took her hand, surprised to see that it was shaking. Or perhaps it was his own hand that was shaking, he could not tell. He glanced at her then slid the ring onto her finger.

"It fits." Olivia said softly.

Tom smiled at her, "Your insurance, my dear." He said. "Think of it as my promise that I will return."

She embraced him tightly. "I know you will." She said, kissing him again.

He held her silently for a moment, trying to find the strength to leave but finding his feet were quite attached to the ground. Finally, with a reluctant sigh he spoke. "I should go. We will lose our tide." He said gently, stepping back to kiss her hand.

She nodded, swallowing hard and placed his hat firmly on his head. "Tom, before you go, we never..." She hesitated, trying to find the right words. "We never discussed your marriage proposal." She said quickly.

Tom smiled, kissing her again and stepped back to leave once more. "We do not have to discuss it now, dear, you need time to ponder my request and I understand that." He said simply. "When I return, you will have had more time. Now, come, if we lose our tide the Captain will be most displeased."

Olivia gave him a weak smile and nodded, following him to see the boat off.

The men were ready to row back to the Surprise, and Tom turned to her on the shore for his last goodbye. "Until my return, my dear Olivia." He said softly, kissing her hand most properly. "Which will be most hastily indeed."

She attempted a smile, trying her hardest to be strong and to keep the tears from her eyes. She was surprised to find that it was not so much the being left on the island that pained her, it was leaving Tom that caused the tears to come to her eyes. "I'll hold you to that." She whispered.

He smiled, and turned to leave, hopping onto the boat to direct the rowing. Olivia watched from the shore, her emotions stirring inside her like some sort of cyclone. Tom was doing his best not to look at her. He felt if he did he would lose his control of his own emotions. He tried to assure himself that she would be fine, and they would return for her soon, but he felt as if he were abandoning her.

Suddenly, as if coming to a great decision Olivia rushed closer to the waves and shouted. "Tom!" She cried out. "Tom! Wait! Yes! I will!"

Tom whipped his head around to see her and quickly ordered the men to stop rowing so he could better hear what she was saying. "What?" He called back, confused.

She seemed excited, and filled with emotion. "Yes I will! I will marry you!" She shouted at the top of her lungs.

Tom's mouth fell open, and he either ignored or could not hear the few snickers from the boat crew. As quick as he could he jumped over the side into the water, despite the protests about the loss of tide and so forth. Fortunately, they had not rowed out very far and he soon ran up out of the water to Olivia, dripping wet, but his eyes shining like a little boy.

"You mean it?" He asked, grabbing both her hands in his. "You will marry me?"

Olivia, grinning ear to ear with excitement nodded. "Yes. Nothing would make me happier, Tom."

Tom Pullings stared at her as if she had just spoken in ancient Greek, his mouth fell open and he seemed to be in shock. Then, suddenly he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply.

The boat crew erupted into load cheers, most of them having suspected Mr. Pullings and Miss Corin of being involved for some time. The couple of course, was so focused on one another at the time that they did not even notice, or chose to ignore it.

On the Surprise, Dr. Maturin had been looking through his glass at a terribly fascinating bird specimen when he heard the cheers and trained his glass on the boat, then moved to shore to see the couple.

"I say!" Stephen exclaimed, almost dropping his notes.

Jack Aubrey, who had been standing nearby on the quarterdeck heard his friend's exclamation and the cheers of the boat crew and trained his glass on Pullings and Miss Corin as well. He paused for a moment, unsure whether he ought to be extremely unhappy or pleased. He could not help but feel happy for Mr. Pullings and he laughed out loud, clapping his hands. "Killick! Killick there!" He called. "Bring out the wine! I daresay Mr. Pullings will have something to celebrate tonight."

Tom finally broke his kiss with Olivia reluctantly, flushing a deep red when he finally noticed the cheers from the boat crew. He bowed to her, grinning quite sheepishly. "Well, I am terribly pleased Olivia." He said.

"So am I." She replied, grinning as well. "But go! You'll lose your tide and get into even more trouble than you probably already are for that little stunt." She ordered, pushing him forward to where the boat was rowing back to shore for him.

Grinning he walked towards the boat, backwards almost, for he could not take his eyes from her for the life of him, and because of this lack of attention to where he placed his feet he stumbled, crashing backwards into the waves. Olivia laughed and waved as Tom, still grinning stupidly flushed and finally managed to get his footing again and turned around to make his way back to the boat.

The boat crew was rather kind to him when he was on board, congratulating him heartily. When they reached the Surprise, Tom was greeted however by a very unhappy looking Jack Aubrey.

"Mr. Pullings, might I have a word?" He said, sounding extremely cross.

Tom swallowed hard, knowing he must have seen them on shore. Well, it was only a matter of time; the boat crew would not keep a secret after all. "Yes sir." He said, doing his best to wipe the silly grin off his face.

They went into the cabin Jack looking extremely annoyed which put the fear of God into his poor first lieutenant. "Well Mr. Pullings? How do you explain your behavior?" He demanded sternly.

Tom swallowed hard, his smile completely gone now, "Well, sir I...... she..... we....." He stumbled over his words. Finally he gave up and merely simply said, "She agreed to marry me, sir. Shouted it back to me, you know, I could not help myself." He hung his head, ashamed that he had disappointed the Captain.

He was expecting harsh words, but instead he was given laughter. The Captain broke into loud peels of laughter, his eyes shining with mirth. "I congratulate you Tom!" He said, clapping the man on the shoulder, who looked up dumbfounded. "I wish you both joy when we return." He said.

Tom's wide grin was back once more. "Thank you sir!" He exclaimed happily.

Jack clapped him on the shoulder again, grinning as well. "Now! Let us get to the chase so we can return you to your future wife as soon as possible!" He said. "Women tend to dislike long waits after all." He joked. "And I imagine you will not be happy again until we return to this island and collect Miss Corin to take home for you to be married."

Tom beamed, hearing that the Captain would take her to England was a great relief. "Not happy at all sir." He replied still grinning. "Not at all."

A/N: Yep. I kept you waiting so long I felt the need to post a long chapter. Hope you enjoyed. Yes, I am aware that poor Captain Aubrey is very out of character and his mood swings and you're thinking... "so does he hate Olivia or what?" My answer... well... you'll see why I wanted her on the island in a little while, and well, he's not too sure about her. She's hiding something, but he doesn't know what and it makes him nervous, I suppose. I think Aubrey would want Tom to be happy however, hehe, Tom's kind of like his kid you know. He saw him grow up from mid to now. I love that look on Jack's face at the end when he gives Tom his new orders. It's so cute!

Music disclaimers. The first song I pulled of the CD Opera Babes. Unfortunately I left the box back home and that's kind of across a ocean now until December... so if you really want to know um.... Either look it up yourself or ask me again in late December when I go home.

The second song is from the Riverdance CD, and I didn't do any of the proper accent marks because quite frankly I'm lazy.

Hope you enjoyed the update! The next one should be up real soon I do hope!

Fawks: Haha would I make something happen? Hm.... You'll just have to wait and see won't you? Mwahahahahaha! I feel evil! Thanks for the review m'dear!

Krystie Jamison: Haha sorry about too much glaring, but they glared a lot. I'll try to pay more attention in my editing next angry chapter. Thanks!

Sillytigerlily: Haha of course Jack has a heart! He's not a bad guy, just protective of his ship and all that jazz. Haha I want to see you go pull hair, that'd be fun. I hope you survived until this update, and as always, thanks for reviewing.

Mascara Rain: Haha I'm glad you love history too! And my 7th graders I worked with last may seemed to survive me... haha that's true, I could write on the side. Yeah, I don't know how old you are or anything but if I were a parent I don't think I'd want my kid at a phish concert either.... Lots and lots of drugs EVERYWHERE. Hippies all over doing and selling drugs. I'm sorry about school. No I haven't heard of 3 Dead Trolls in a Baggie, sounds interesting though. Haha yay! Write a Master and Commander fic so I'll have something to read! Do it now! Go! Haha thanks for the review m'dear!

British-luver: Haha if you kidnap me and make my write all day I'd be very happy. As long as you feed me an let me take breaks to pee and watch movies or the history channel to get re-energized every now and then that would be beautiful. Haha I know, poor Olivia right? Silly Pullings and his self-control.... Haha anyway... Olivia's pretty tough so she should be fine on the island... or will she? Mwahahahahaha! I'll update soon so you can find out what evil I have in store for her!

Lily Knotwise: Haha chain her up? Hehe bet Tom would enjoy that... but in a different situation entirely... Whoa that was bad of me to say... Haha oops. Sorry I made Aubrey so mean. It's sad really because he's not mean and I enjoy Jack Aubrey's character you know? You'll see why I had to have her on the island in a bit... just hand with me dear :-)

MusicBoxDancer: More Stephen for you! Merry Christmas! He is such a fun character, he does such strange things... haha like wander around nude quite a bit. Embarrass the crew with his wardrobe... and he never grasps nautical knowledge no matter how many times Jack explains things to him. It's fun.

cAJUNpIPPENpIRATE: Be nice to tourist. I'm studying abroad right now... so I'm a tourist until December. And not traveling means you miss so much cool stuff! Haha. You can be a tourist without being annoying. I promise. Anyway, thanks for the review. Haha Jack has detachable ears... like Mr. Potatohead. Hope you enjoyed this chapter m'dear!

Sleepwalking Dreamer: That was really sweet of you to email a review since you can't go through for some odd reason (I hate when things don't work right). Haha yeah trouble does seem to follow her doesn't it? Hehe that's why it's fun! I'm glad you agree that highly unlikely can be fun. Haha like the whole left on the island thing... I don't think Jack would really do that... but I needed him to and it's just for fun so whatever. And I think about the spy thing you brought up Olivia's point that she so nicely screamed at Jack. Hehe. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'll get around to reading your stuff eventually but I haven't read anything on-line since I left home so arrrrgh! Haha but your on my list! Feel free to email me anytime! Thanks!

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