Chapter One, Pilots of the Caribbean:

Relena let out a gasp, or the breath she didn't know she had been holding as her eyes flashed open to the present day. Her eyes took in the dimmed surroundings around her as she got out of bed in her night shift and looked around the area of her room for the moment.

They were on the move every once in a while because of the new weapon created just recently, called mobile suits. The military for the Alliance created these in mass numbers, though the skills of the pilot's necessary were needed also. The suit is and was only as good as the pilot.

She looked down at her collar bone and then felt her fingers drift towards her night stand and yank open a drawer and she rummaged around. The draw was bare...but only to the naked eye as she lifted up a piece of wood that created a false bottom.

A necklace stood in the middle of it. This wasn't any pirate medallion she knew, for there was something different about it. When held up to the light on certain days it would end up pointing to the location of something. Something she didn't know about.

It was quite odd, but still...she unclasped it and strung it around her neck before the pounding on the door drew her from her senses as she covered it with a shirt.

"Yes, come in!" She cried through the door, just in time as the handmaids opened the door silently with her father trailing behind them with another maid carrying a large cardboard box.

"Sleeping in quite late to the afternoon?" Her father questioned quizzically. Relena didn't reply and she blinked the sleep away from her eyes as she adjusted to the bright light from the freshly opened doors.

"I've bought you something." Her father motioned to the box in the maid's arms that were outstretched for her to receive the token.

Relena opened the box and found a lavishing red crimson almost gown inside it. She gasped at its beauty. "It's beautiful." It came swishing out of the box as she draped it across her white night gown. She looked at her father with an eyebrow raised. "And for what might be the occasion?" She questioned further, pondering over this until her question was answered would be inevitable.

"Can't a father buy his daughter a gift?" Sire Peacecraft threw back sweetly, hiding his sublime motive from her.

Relena said nothing as she went behind a shade to change, the maids coming to assist. She let them fit a corset around her. 'I thought corsets were from the eighteen hundreds...' She looked down at the corset with disdain, though she knew even with her slim body she wouldn't be able to fit into the lovely dress.

They tightened the strings around the fashion device and pulled it tightly. Relena let out a gasp.

"Relena? How is it coming?" Her father asked with concern and his hands behind his back, not moving from his spot on the rug.

After a light breath she responded. "It's difficult to say." She said, her European accent obvious to the less trained ear.

"I hear its one of the newly reinvented fads over in Europe for some of the new dress designs." He said, oblivious to the suffocating feeling she had.

The maid flinched a little bit as her fingers turned a little red from the strain of the strings. She was already so thin, but her father insisted on getting her such a small size as it was.

"Well women in Europe must have learned not to breathe!" Relena said back, gasping more and clutching her upper chest in pain as the maid tightened the strings for a final time and tied them in place.

Heero Yuy stood in the spacious mansion belonging to the prominent Peacecraft's. Being merchants and a 'governor' for the colonies in space, they were quite prominent. He looked at a particular shiny light beside him and he touched the metal, feeling it fall into his hands with the sound of it breaking off echoing through the halls.

He looked at it wide-eyed as he placed the faulty piece of metal into an umbrella pot. A servant looked at him out of the corner of his eye. All the women in the household loved him (go figure) and held him with respect for he was trained in mobile suit combat and was very handsome.

Mobile suit pilots were held with great respect, though there were those who despised pilots for they fought and created blood battles. So they cursed them and all.

He looked at the staircase and saw that the governor was walking down them. Heero looked down at the sword he was brandishing currently. The governor asked for a sword, of course all Commodores of OZ get a pretty sword and Heero had the "honor" of giving it to the governor who was appointing a rival of Heero's a pretty sword he could slash people with. (Ever wonder where Zechs and Noin got their swords? Ask Heero.)

"Sir," Heero bowed his head ever so slightly. He was only fifteen and already trained extensively in many things and appointed his sword when he was only twelve, the youngest in history. He seemed to have already gone through training while a child, though he could only remember one letter that involved his training. 'J'.

"Good morrow to you," The governor said, bowing his head slightly. He held slight respect for the young man, though he didn't care for the boy. He didn't have a reason. Did he have to?

"I've come to deliver the order that you requested, making sure no flaws are present in it's design." He said in a monotone voice, as always being the emotionless person he always was. Another reason why the ladies fell like flies to his charms.

The governor nodded, not really paying attention until he opened the box for him to examine the handiwork. It was flawless just as the boy said and he did a little demonstration to show this.

"The tang is nearly the full length of the blade." He said, knowing the man's attention was elsewhere.

Then his breath caught in his throat as he saw the most beautiful thing in his life. An angel walking lightly down the stairs, not even a creak of the stairs like the old man had shown before.

The angel was looking right at him.

His breath caught in his throat, though he easily put up a fake façade, hiding anything he felt behind a mask. Perfect soldier, he had heard this being called to him a couple of times by trainers and other soldiers. He didn't care though, should he?

"Oh," Relena said happily, the crimson dress flowing all around her as she stepped lightly down the stairs to meet the teenager she had long fell in love with. "Heero!" She said happily, stepping into her place beside her father.

Her father looked obviously displeased at this, not being able to hide his feelings very well.

"Miss Peacecraft." He bowed, hating the look on her face when he said that.

"Heero, how many times do I have to tell you to just call me Relena?" She said teasingly. Heero hid the blush he felt coming on and looked at her.

She loved his eyes; the very eyes that sucked her in like a sea of raging emotions, threatening to pull her under.

"As always, once more, Miss Peacecraft." He managed a slight bow to her.

She looked at him stiffly. Her father took this moment to interrupt what was being displayed to him before his daughter and the soldier. "Ahem, well," He said as politely as he could manage. "We had best be going." He said, heading to the door.

Relena's gaze glanced at her father, then back to the brunet pilot. "Good day to you, Mr. Yuy." She said briskly, a hint of coldness noticeable in the way she said it. She headed to the door to the black limousine waiting to take them to the coordination ceremony.

"Goodbye," Heero found himself whispering after the butler closed the door. "Relena." He whispered out. A coldness suddenly swept across his heart. Relena, that girl, always seemed to make him feel...not so cold and emotionless anymore. It scared him, yet he never moved away from her, he couldn't and he didn't know why. He had never felt emotions such as these before, why now was he?

He walked down the steps, regretting all the times he had been so cold and emotionless to her, how whenever she smiled he saw her never smile again truly after he had spoken to her. Was this how the feeling people speak of, 'love', was this how it was suppose to hurt? Why did people speak so highly of it then?

Was he in love? The answers seemed hidden from even him.

(Pirate music starts playing!)

Elsewhere, a shuttle was coming in quickly to the shuttle bay area in the colony which Miss Relena and Heero Yuy resided in. The commander of the very broken down ship, actually, Captain of the ship currently was trying as best as he could to land the shuttle.

Leave it to the rumrunners to give him the crappiest space ship. Figures, He sighed at this string of thought then concentrated back onto the task at hand.

The shuttle crashed into the bay, sliding with grace into a area where no other ships were in. Good thing too. He jumped out of the ship, his dred locks slightly floating as the air lock was secured.

The shuttle exploded and sent people to look at him and the smoldering flames of the ship. They sighed.

He felt himself grinning, his golden teeth noticeable.

Another adventure story for Captain Jack Sparrow. Bring it on!

Author's note:

Sorry it took so long, been really busy with stuff around here! Reviews and suggestions are always nice! Sorry for it being so short! Mnemosyn