DISCLAIMER: We don't own anything PotC so sad…

Ok sorry about the delay guys. It's been a while, but I did write this chapter about a week ago, just didn't type it. Sorry. Anyway I hope you all enjoy.

Ps

me and Hayley went to Disneyland on Wed and decided on the rest of the story's outcome and ending. We called Mel and she liked it, so ya this is gonna be a long story. I'll try not to procrastinate anymore… as much.

Chapter 4.

Kila reclined in her goose feather mattress and was grateful that her coughing had subsided. She turned over to lay on her stomach, and stared out the small window at the head of her bed, thankful for the chance to watch the soothing ocean. She inhaled deeply and heard low snores, emitting from her sleeping captain just next door. She wasn't all that angry that he hadn't informed her of this room in the first place, but more annoyed that she had trusted him not to watch her dress. He had seen the scares. If he thought her weak, she wouldn't be able to stay. Not that she wanted to stay… did she? Afterall, she thrived to become a pirate, and this was a pirate ship, a very well known pirate ship. Not to mention Captain Sparrow. Is he really the kind of man she wanted around though? He was a womanizer and would probably leave her at some port after bedding her.

She knew she wanted to stay. She knew she was very attracted to the ship's captain. She knew her musing was pointless, but she continued, if for nothing else, as a distraction to the oncoming battle of thoughts she knew were on there way. She'd never been able to sleep with a head full of concerns and broken memories of good times and danger so close she could taste it. She inhaled deeply and coughed again.

Damn. I must be coming down with something.

She looked up at the night sky and saw twice as many stars as she was used to seeing. She smiled and raised herself off the bed knowing that the night was simply too beautiful to spend indoors. She decided to go out on deck.

Kila slowly opened the door to Jack's cabin, knowing full well it was her only way out of her own. She tiptoed past Jack's sleeping form careful not to wake him. She eyed his bare back with virginal curiosity. The muscles around his shoulder blades rippled as he held the pillow closer to his face.

Regretfully, she tore her eyes away from his body and exited the room, closing the door softly behind her. She made her way over to the starboard side of the majestic ship, and laid down on the railing to stare up at the unfathomably black sky. Like deep velvet, the sky seemed to have a textured pattern that deepened the color even further. There had always been something about the color black that truly intrigued her. It was so elegant and soft, and yet at the same time angry and jealous. The color seemed to change moods as quickly as the onlooker.

The past seven years flashed through her mind, in the blink of an eye. Time had been but a blink of an eye since Robin had passed. After his suicide the days melted together and mingled with nightmares to the point that she could no longer distinguish nightmare from reality. She had only the painful scaring and bruises the next morning to let her know which beatings actually happened. This is why she left. She needed to live her life to the fullest, and in order to do that she needed to get out. Living in that hell hole for that long couldn't be any harder than the trials and tribulations faced in piracy.

Now she was here. Kidnapped and held captive on the most famous and fearsome ship in the Spanish main. It really wasn't so bad actually. No man had laid a finger on her since she had boarded. She hadn't seen much of the crew though. She also had her own room, and a very sexy pirate captain on board. Things weren't so bad.

She began to hum a tune she'd learned as a child from a friend. Elizabeth Swann used to sing it frequently, and Kila picked up on it after a few play days. Kila hadn't even thought about the song in years, yet the notes seemed to flow from her lips like water downstream. She hummed slowly and peacefully, but gradually picked up speed. Just as she was about to start dozing off, she heard a deep voice slur, "Drink up me hearties, YO HO!" And that's when his lips collided with hers.

Dear god, I'm getting raped! Oh wait, jack…?

Believing the second thought to be fact, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She went to run her tongue over his teeth, and found a smooth surface. This man she was kissing didn't have any golden teeth! She dug her fingernails into his scalp and wasn't met by dreadlocks and trinkets, but by thick straight hair. She jerked away and found a set of deep blue eyes staring at her, waiting for a reaction.

"Captain Rousseau?" She asked with split feelings. She was glad to see him, but what was he doing here? Why had he kissed her? Well that was obvious, it was just a Rousseau thing to do.

"Yes cailin?" He chuckled and smiled down at her.

"Captain, what are you doing here?"

"Call me Adam. I believe a kiss like tha' deserves first names."

Kila blushed and sat up. "I thought you were someone else." She admitted shyly.

"Ah so you fancy cap'n Sparra then."

She turned an even deeper shade of red, and turned away. Her reaction only broadened his smile.

"You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"

"I…" He mumbled something incomprehensible, "Well ye see dear…" He continues to mumble under his breath.

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