..::cHaPtEr TwO::..

Ciara woke up to a rustling behind her, and looked around, laying still. She saw a figure coming inside the room and decided to pretend to still be sleeping so she could see what was going on, whoever it was could be harmlessly getting something. But when whoever it was lay down next to her, it was too much.

"I thought you may like to know that I am awake, whoever you are." She stated, hoping that he would just silently leave, and pretend it never happened.

"Right, I'll jus' leave now an' we can pretend that this...uh, thing, never happened." The voice said, got up, and left; leaving Ciara more curious than she planned. She leapt out of bed and followed him, and when she reached outside she tapped a man on the shoulder, causing him to turn.

"Hey, what were..." she started, pausing after she noticed it was Jack Sparrow. Hmm..., at least it wasn't someone gross or anything. She shook her head, trying to banish thoughts of inviting him back. "What exactly were you trying to do? Uh, I mean, just of curiosity." She said, trying to sound natural.

He smirked and looked her over, which really made Ciara tingle. "Well, just wanted to git to know you better." Ciara couldn't help blush, but stood up straighter, hoping it didn't show.

"Better? Really Jack, is that the best way?" she fake scolded and gave a laugh. "Well, then I guess then, good night..."she trailed off, half from sleepiness and half from tempting ideas. I mean, really, how many times can you count when a very close Jack Sparrow look alike wants into join you? Not many, but she decided it would probably be better to just leave and go to sleep. Jack gave her one more lingering look and walked off.

She walked away and heard Jack grumbling to himself as he went into another cabin. She smiled to herself, he probably wasn't that bad of a guy, but it was better this way, she thought. She walked back to her room and lay down. As she did though, she suddenly realized with a sick feeling that she was still in her underwear.

Ciara woke up to the sunlight and cold of the sea through the small window above is bed. She always thought that the being out at sea would be a lot warmer than it really was, so she didn't get much sleep. She groggily got out of bed, brushed her long wavy blonde hair and put on her pants. She walked out of her room and was greeted by a 'pirate' (even though Ciara wasn't exactly a morning person, she was still very doubtful of the whole 'oy-I'm-a pirate' thing.)

"'Ey, we need breakfast." He slurred, and it was obvious he had been drinking.

"Well, good luck with that!" she smiled widely, and started walking away.

"Miss, what I mean to say is, you need to give us breakfast." He pointed, "Kitchen, over there." He pointed to some stairs.

"Uh, no. You see, I don't cook." she started walking away again but once again, the half-drunk 'pirate' spoke again. Since Ciara wasn't really the rude type, she stopped once again.

"Miss, we can't either but figuring since you're a woman, well..."he started.

"Look, if you want food, don't ask me. I don't think you understand," she said rather plainly and loud, "Just because I'm a girl, doesn't mean I can cook. I can't. If you prefer my specialty, burned-to-a-crisp cuisine, then fine. But I really don't think that you would." She walked off and didn't stop when he still protested.

Ciara walked to an edge of the ship and looked out. She still couldn't see any land, but the vast amount of sea was breathtaking. Now she finally understood why Rose in Titanic was acting so romantic at the hull of the ship, or whatever it was. She looked around, and seeing that no one was really nearby, she imitated Rose, arms out and eyes closed, the whole thing. The wind was marvelous, and it was all very invigorating.

"I'm not bothering anything, am I?" a familiar voice said.

Ciara jumped out of her daydream, and looked behind her sheepishly. God did she feel embarrassed.

"Damn Mr. Sparrow. Do you take joy in finding people in embarrassing positions?" she smiled

"Depends on the position..." he half-smiled back and left Ciara feeling slightly warmer. She nodded and looked back out at the sea. He stayed a bit longer and walked away after a little while. She turned around to see him go, and cursed herself for being so stupid. Why didn't she have a smart little retaliation, instead of just standing there like a cold-stone dummy? Oh well, maybe later. She walked back down the stairs and wandered around the ship, marveling at the genuineness of the sets. She met some men, and it just came to her that she was the only woman on the entire ship. She wasn't very sure if she liked this idea, but there was nothing she could really do. When she ran out of places to go, she went back to her room, which in actuality, was Jack's, but still. There wasn't really a lot in there, so she put on her makeup instead. Ciara had to admit, that she was actually very good with makeup, which was really something for her admit. She wasn't exactly someone who was comfortable with telling people what she was good at, but she did think that makeup was what she was really handy at. Not that makeup was exactly the most useful talent to have, but still, it was something.

Outside her door, she heard some yelling and went outside her room, and went to investigate. She heard directions being tossed about and looked out over the dock. She saw land! She was so excited, she could finally go home and when she got there she would take a looong nap. She went back into the room, sipped up her bag, and waited for them to dock.

A/N- im soooo sorry it took so ling for me to update. You will not believe how tortuous my teachers are being! (Well, maybe you do, but still....) any way, sorry about the tardiness, and ill try to update sooner!