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A..N/ My second chapter Gasps! I decided to post this though my lack of reviews...though thank you who have reviewed....I will try to make this one longer then the last chapter, and sorry it took so long to troubles...and camp,( which by the way was 8 weeks long sorry!) sigh I am sorrry I am not a loyal writer but I SWEAR that next year my writing will, WILL, be more frequent! And now I will present to you...your second chapter :))

Chapter 2

Ramond Island was at the moment being pelted by bucket loads of rain, making the dirt roads turn into muddy rivers. The lone figures that walked the roads to their homes were either very brave...or very stupid. Most were tucked away in their beds or working hard in their shops. Some decided to stay up, thought the rain was bad. The many inns on this tiny island were beckons of noise and light in this harsh weather.

One small inn known as The Blue Diamond was protected from most of the rain by the 2 large buildings on ether side of it. Though the rain that did pelt the windows ,and the thunder, was being droned out by the noise within. The people danced, fought, and drank. Those who went to bed were few. Though how they sleep we will never know. A short girl with green eyes and long unruly black hair sat in the corner fazing everyone out as she played with the long silver chain that hung on her neck.

The girl was Mila, and at the moment she was here at her late mother's wishes. She missed her mother, and cursed the plague that had taken her away. She moved her fingers around the silver locket on her neck, it had been her mum's, given to her by who she said was her father. "Who is he?" she would ask eagerly, always to be answered by "when you are older..." she looked out at the rain pelted windows and whispered under her breath "I'm older now, and you are gone...you never told me..Oh why didn't you tell me?"

Tears began to streak her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away, her mother had told her not to cry. "Don't be sad little one." she had whispered into her ear the night she had passed on "this is just the next stage of life...for me and you.."

"Miss?"

She was startled out of her thoughts and looked at who had addressed her, it was the inn owner. A short fat man who's bald head shone brightly in the candlelight.

"Miss, it is a bit late someone as young as yourself... personally I think you should be upstairs, in bed and asleep...well...in bed anyways, Who ever you must be waiting for will come tomorrow."

Mila nodded, she didn't want to tell the man that no one in fact was waiting for her. She got up and started to walk towards the stairs. After she got up to her room, she sat on the bed and looked out the window, the noise from downstairs only slightly muffled by the closed door. She quickly got changed into her only nightgown, and blew out the candle. And laid down on her bed, preparing for a sleepless night. But as soon as her head touched the pillow, she began to feel the effects of the last few days, and her eyelids grew heavy. And through all the noise she drifted off into a fitful sleep.

Mila was woken up the next morning by the sound of gulls swooping past her windows, and by the light of the sun hitting her face. Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up, by the look of the sun it was about 8 am. She was glad the rain was over, and sighed with relief, it was the 3rd day she had stayed here...the 9th of June maybe? She thought to herself.

After she had fully dressed, she hurried downstairs, and pulling a coin from her sash, she ordered some breakfast. She went to the table that she had sat at the night before, though this time the situation was better. Only a few other people were in the inn, and only one of them seemed to be drinking. A man in a black cloak who was sipping silently from a glass that looked to be filled with rum.

She didn't pay him much mind though, he had nothing to do with her. She set herself to the bowl of porridge that was in front of her. It was sweet with cinnamon and milk, with a bit of honey. When she was done, she set off into the streets. Taking a last look of the inn to make sure she hadn't left anything there. More people were coming in, and she didn't want to leave anything behind for untrustworthy hands. She didn't notice that the man with the rum had left.

She set off, heading in the direction of the sea. She loved the water, and was drawn to it. She often wondered why, seeing as her mother always hated water, Shuddered at the thought of taking a step onto a boat. Maybe her father was a sea captain, a commander of a ship, with a loyal crew. She tried to picture this, but was interrupted as a hand snaked from a alley and grabbed her, pulling her into it.

She turned to face who had grabbed her. Her fists were balled ready to punch. She saw his black cloak and instantly remembered him as the man who was drinking the rum in the inn. She looked into his coal lined eyes, and opened her mouth to talk, but he spoke before her.

"Where did you get that necklace miss?" he said, his voice quiet.

"What's it to you?" she hissed

"Just curious..." he replied "I won't hurt you..don't worry." he added as he let his hand drop from her shoulder.

She was about to turn to run when something stopped her. She sighed and replied "My mum gave it to me...on her deathbed...."

He nodded, his eyes softened a little "ah...and what is your name miss?"

She scowled again, "What's it to you?"

He smiled slightly, "as I said before, I'm just curious..."

She sighed, wondering where all her common sense had gone "My name is Mila...and what is yours?"

He smiled "Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow."

Mila's cheeks went pale,she started to back up slowly. this was Captain Jack Sparrow, One of the most feared Pirates in the world. This time she did run, but only got a few steps when she heard him call out softly.

"But it is Da to you..."

Mila froze and turned to face him, his eyes gleamed, his mouth in a some-what smile.

"Da?" she gasped turning pale.

Suddenly, Mila was very dizzy.

(A.N.Gaspers! Please review, I don't mind some flames..but please don't burn me! And if there are any typos...please don't blame me...typo demons plague me, and my spell check is crap!... That's it for now...and if you have any ideas IM me at either Or email me at Tootles!A.I.R.)