Chapter 7 By queenofdespair216

Summary: Kira Ryan was an ordinary 21st century girl until an amulet brought her tumbling into 18th century to a world of rum, pirates, and true love...

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, any of it's characters, settings, or plots.( However Kira Ryan and the general plot is my own.

A/N: Hey just wanted to take the time to thank any one and everyone who reviewed my story...I know it isn't Shakespeare or anything close...so thanks for bothering to read and review

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Stars In your multitudes

Scarce to be counted

Filling the darkness

With order and light

You are the sentinels

Silent and sure

Keeping watch in the night

Keeping watch in the night

You know your place in the sky

You hold your course and your aim

And each in your season

Returns and returns

And is always the same

STARS Les Miserables

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Several weeks passed quickly for the crew of the Pearl, Kira was know promoted up to doing actual work on deck, and the cook was given his assigned job back. Over the weeks Kira and bootstrap bill had become friend and the crew was warming up to her care free ways, though many still did not like her, they seemed to tolerate her existence. The only one who did not seem quite happy with her presences was jack's first mate, a very odd and creepy old man named Barbossa. Not that she cared, she didn't care much for him ether his suspicious looks and greedy nature made her wary of him. Overall she had avoided jack at all costs, something about him unsettled buried feelings that she would rather ignore, but when she did she always ended up having fun with him. Something about him just made her laugh out loud at the sight of him

One particular morning, Kira was in the lookouts post serving her night shift for the week, as dawn awoke the day. She looked down to see another pirate had come to relieve her of her post, she grabbed a rope and swung down onto the helm where Jack was steering. "Hello Jack." she said in the sickliest sweet tone she could muster. "Hello luv, good morning to ye." he said absent-mindedly focusing on steering. "Jack...I was wondering...where are we sailing to?" "Ah... we be heading for el Puerto Real" "...Port ....Royal?" She asked "Aye, it's in Jamaica luv"" he said to her before turning back to the wheel. "So ye know Spanish luv?" "Yeah, I majored in it at .." she trailed off in horror that she had almost revealed part of the future, her eyes widened for a moment as she thought of something to cover-up her trail. "..What I meant was I was taught by a major in the British army..." he looked at her oddly, raising his eyebrows. His brown eyes searched hers for an explanation. She lowered her eyes knowing he could see right through her lie.

"Land Ho!" shouted a voice from above, thankfully taking attention away from her. "Ye should be getting some sleep luv, ya've been up all night. Ye can have the bed all ta your lonesome self.... though if ye'd be wanting any company I would be happy ta...." "In your dreams mr. sparrow." "Every night luv." He said with a wink. She rolled her eyes and hid a smile as she turned and ran down the stairs. "oh and it's Captain...It's Captain Jack!" he yelled loudly after her but she was to far gone. He smiled to himself and started to direct the crew. "Come on ya mangy dogs, get to work we ain't got all day."

Below deck Kira ducked into bed fully clothed and fell instantly asleep.....