Sorry folks, but I dont, at the moment, have a spell check...I did the best I could. I might not have one for a while, so please, bare with me.

Ok, anyone who guess all the esay-not so easy- and hard quotes in here gets a free cookie! Review!

Chapter four:

That day was spent looking around avidly for a spot to hide. Hide from Sparrow. I told him that I was going for a walk on the pretences that I was weak, and needed to gain my strength back. He offerd to come with me. Naturally, I declined. I placed Klyde on my good shoulder, and we set off around the island. I took some fish Sparrow had caught while I was out of it, and started my quest. It was noon time, following the sun when I found the most ideal place. It was a little cove, on the south side of the island. You had to climb a lot of rocks, and know where you were going in order to find it, which was no easy feat with my bad shoudler. I dug a hollow in the sand so I could sit down in the cool, yet still watch the ocean. I made a little hammock for Klyde to lay in comfortably in the shade, but not far from my spot in the sand. We were there in the peaceful cove, which I dubbed Lonely Cove, for a few hours before I realized Sparrow would no doubt be looking for me. I made my way back with a solemn heart, and couldnt wait to be able to try out my hiding space for real.

When I got back to my beach, all hell had broken loose. It appears our good Mr. Sparrow..yeah right...was searching for me. I gave a little inward yes but kept a straight face. When he caught sight of me, Sparrow came charging.

"Where were ye?" He demanded, grabbing my good arm, and setting Klyde to shrieking.

I said mockingly: "Sparrow is in a rage."

"How can you be so nonchalant?" He yelled, and shook me.

"Its not like I went anywhere other than the island. Its not like a have some sails, and a rudder in my shirt, Sparrow. I was on the island. If you couldnt find me, it was your own DAMN FAULT!" I yelled, then thought for a moment. "Why do you care?" I asked the age old question.

"What do you mean?" He looked quite confused.

"Why do you care that I wasnt around you. That I was "missing". Come on, Sparrow. Out with it." I poked his shoudler.

"Dont do tha'." He said, slapping at my hand. I noticed he was avoiding my question. I'll let him think he did for a while, I thought to myself.

"Poke." I said, and poked him again.

"Stop touching me!" He hollerd at my face. I gave him a wicked grin. He looked nervous about it too.

"What...?" He asked slowy, a moment later, he wished he didnt. I held my index finger a centimeter away from his arm.

"Im not touching you. Im not touching you. IMMMM NOOTTTT TOOOUUUCCCHHHINNNGGGG YOOOOOOUUUUU."

"ENOUGH!" He bellowed, and grabbed my waist, and tossed me over his shoudler.

"SPARROW!" I yelled, "PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!"

"Not a chance, missy. I think I liked ye better on the ground...squirming." He laughed wickedly, and threw me on the soft sand of the beach.

"Sparrow!" I cried, as he ripped off my tunic and trousers. "Sparrow, I am warning you, if you even try, Im going to-" I was cut off by his lips smashing into mine, and all other protests were thrown out to sea.

Two hours later I was running to Lonely Cove. Alone, even without Klyde. I couldnt believe what I had just done. I barely knew the guy, and I had just...slept with him. I felt like a whore. Even though he was my first(and he seemed suprised about that part) I still felt like some brothel slut. I sat down in my hollow, and felt like crying, even though no tears came from my eyes. I had done my share of crying. I was as dry as a seven year drought. I had dust for tears. I was all tapped out. I wonderd what he was thinking at that moment. When I had gotten up to leave, he asked what was wrong. All I said was: "Mr Sparrow, I know there have been all kinds of shoes underneath your bed. So note that now, I will sleep with my boots on." And ran off. So here I was, alone on Lonely Cove.

I spent the night on my cove. And the next night. After all that time, I was ready to face Sparrow.

I slowly walked all the way back to my beach. I found Sparrow asleep, his boots propped up on two sticks, and his hat over his face. I gave him a hearty kick. It was amazing what wonders it did for me to inflict pain unto him. I was about to kick him again when his hand caught my foot, thowing me off balance, and hurtling onto him.

"Love, if ye wanted some more, all ye had to do was ask." He said huskily. He had a smirk on his face. It was quickly slapped off.

"Hey now, what was that fer?" He asked, rubbing his cheek. I slapped his other one. I slapped him again. I couldnt help it. I just felt like slapping him. He grabbed both my wrist, and was about to say something in protest, when he caught sight of something on my left one.

"Whats that?" He asked suspiciously of an old scar.

"Oh, nothing. Just an accident." I tried to act cool. He must have seen through it though.

"That wasnt caused by an accident, love." He said, still looking at the scar.

"Dont call me that." I said weakly.

"I'll call ye whatever te hell I want to unless ye tell me what the hell happend!" He yelled, and gave me a small shake.

"It was nothing. I was cutting some apples, and the knife slipped." I lied.

"The knife didnt slip on accident. Why did ye do it?" He demanded.

"I dont see why you care! You do not own me, Captain Sparrow(quote stolen from moulin-rouge-pirate)" I cried. "Your too heartless to know how it feels to not grow up without mother, and loose your father, and have to handle with a crew who were constantly at your skirts! You dont know how it feels Sparrow! You dont know how it feels to go to bed every night knowing your life is miserable, you dont know how it feels to wish for a love EVEN TIME WILL LIE DOWN AND BE STILL FOR! You dont know how it feels to be me.!" I shreiked, getting hysterical. I didnt even notice the look on Sparrows face until he said:

"Yes, I do." I looked at him. At that moment, my heart gave way. I saw something in his eyes that made me stop complaining, and made me think of someone other than me. I remember when I first met him(not that long ago to be sure), and I thought there was something missing from hisself, from his eyes. Now I knew what it was. It was happiness. This captain may have put on airs, making others think he was care-free, happy, and perfectly content...but I finally saw through his facade. This man, was not happy.

"Oh, Jack...Im so sorry...I didnt know..." For the first time since I ment him(not that long ago to be sure) I called him Jack. He noticed that too, and gave a small smile. I layed my head down on his cheast.

"Its ok, love. I understand perfectly." We layed there for the longest time, until I broke the silence.

"Jack, Im hungry."

"Frankly my dear, I dont give a damn." He said, and got up to go catch some fish. "Anything for the little houri, no?" He asked as he started out into the water, I walked after him a bit, face of thunder, until he told me, "Houri means 'beautiful one'." I stopped, and looked at my reflection in the water. Was I beautiful? I looked at my face. It was smooth, not pit marked, and it was almost pale, despite the sun, just a little pink on my cheeks and nose. My black hair tumbled down unto my back. I never had the courage to cut it, and often plaited it up when I wanted it out of my way. My eyes where a grayish purplish color, and anyone who saw them said it was stunning. My father said it was one of my best assest, other than my wit. My eyes watered a bit at the remembrance of my father, but the tears didnt spill forth. My moment of reverance was broken by loud splashing as Jack restled with a large fish. It was so comical that I fell into the water laughing.

"A little help twould be nice!" He cried from the shallows. It only made me laugh harder.

"Sorry, Jack, Im all tied up." He fell, and must have hurt his leg on some coral.

"Ouch. Ouch. Ouch." He cried in a slow slur, slightly limping towards me, one sole fish in hand. I stuffed my fist in my mouth to keep from laughing.

"Shut up." He glared at me as he limped by to the beach. I sat there in the warm water, my shirt going from white to transparent, and it slightly swayed with the water. I decided to get up and go to him. He would need cozing, and the state of my clothes would make him feel better. And sure enough when I walked up to him, and he saw me in my soaked, and utterly transparent shirt, he let a slow grin form on his perfect lips.