AN: I get good reviews and I like it! Okay... I'm waiting for someone to flame me. I don't know if I'll ever get this into the story, probably way later, but Libba's five foot nine and exactly 117 pounds. Now, that's pretty thin when you remember that Kate Moss is two inches shorter and only two pounds lighter and that an average model her height is around 125 pounds. By the way, tell me if I'm moving things too fast. Oh yeah, sorry it's short, I didn't want to keep you waiting too long.

Chapter Four

Jack P.O.V.

Jack opened his eyes only to see darkness. It was still night time, he realized as he took a good look around. The crewmembers that worked the evening shift were still out and the wood beneath him had turned ice cold. What was he doing on the floor anyway? Especially when he had his own room. Jack pushed himself up and made his way to his cabin, dragging his blanket behind him. He opened his cabin door and made the short trip to his bed, dropping himself on the comfortable feather filled mattress. The motion caused the object next to him to roll over and hit him square in the face. Oh. He had almost forgotten about her. Oh well, he wasn't about to leave his bed just yet. Sure the girl would be mad in the morning, but Jack could deal with that later.

Her back was pressed against his chest and Jack could feel her ribs move as she breathed. Jack slowly raised his hand up to meet with the waistband of her breeches and slipped it under her shirt. Normally, when Jack tried something like this, his destination was not an honorable one, but this time it was just for scientific purposes. Jack let his fingers wander up to her ribs and graze lightly over the curves of her bones. He couldn't help but wonder why she had done this to herself. For she had done this to herself, the girl made it very clear that it was no one else had anything to do with it. Was she punishing herself or was she fasting for a righteous cause?

While Jack was pondering this, he felt a soft kick delivered to his shin. The bag of bones claiming to be a girl stirred underneath his fingertips.

Libba P.O.V.

Libba was awake. Jack didn't know it, but she was awake. Jack! He was touching her. He was touching HER! What right did he have...? Libba's anger vanished as soon as it had appeared. Something more important was in need of attention.

For the first time in weeks, Libba felt thin. Not thin enough, but thin none the less. It was as if yesterday's hideous fat melted off and her bones came back. Her beautiful bones. Her large collar bones, the left hipbone digging into her arm. All beautiful. The perfect ribs. She loved how the last four would jut out all by themselves. She could feel the emptiness in her stomach and its want for food, but she wasn't going to cave in. Not again. She wanted to keep this feeling. This light airy feeling. Bottle it and hide it under her bed.

For some reason, she didn't mind Jack as much. He was nice. Kind of moldy, but nice. He was thin too. She was pressed up against his back and she could feel every bone in his ribcage.

She felt Jack withdraw his hand and noticed the bed move. Jack had left.