CHAPTER TEN.

Faye.

Elizabeth rolled over in her hammock, almost falling out. She quickly gripped the side of it to stop herself breaking her neck. Will had since got up about two hours ago. It had to only be about eight in the morning, yet her fiancee was already awake. Elizabeth could tell he was worried, even more so than her. Elizabeth nimbly jumped out of the canvas bed and onto the hard floorboards, hurting the soles of her feet. She winced slightly and crossed the room to Wills' side. She looked out the window and saw it was gloomy weather. The Governors daughter took her fiancées jacket and wrapped it tightly around her waist and walked out into the cool morning air. The breeze whipped her hair back behind her ears as she walked against it. She spotted Will talking to Gibbs by the mast. He was leant up against it casually and Joshamee was sitting on a small wooden crate below him.

Elizabeth walked closer to them and smiled kindly at Will. He returned her gesture, as did Mr. Gibbs. She walked closer to them and they seemed to quickly stop talking and change to a seemingly lighter subject. Whatever they were talking about they didn't want Elizabeth to know.

'Good Morning' she said kissing Will on the cheek and she got closer to him. She smiled at Mr. Gibbs and looked out onto the clear blue water.

'Morning' the two men said in unison. They kept looking at each other as if they were hiding something. Elizabeth watched them as they exchanged worried glances between them.

'All right. What is it?' she asked. She crossed her arms over the jacket she wore and looked Joshamee in the eyes. She didn't waver for a second. Whatever it was they were hiding she wanted to know.

'Nothing Miss. Swann' Joshamee said in a tone of fake reassurance. Elizabeth left it there. If it were that important they probably would have told her in a second.


Jack awoke late that morning. Well, as late as you could wake in a noisy inn. He had been woken many times last night by midnight musings in the rooms on either side of him. He had hardly slept, so he took full advantage of the rather quiet mornings. Jack had decided today to take a stroll around Singapore to get reacquainted with one of his favourite cities.

The Pirate rose from his bed and reached for his affects. You could never be sure whom you would run into on the streets of Singapore. Jack placed his pistol in its holster and sheathed his sword. The Captain walked out of the stuffy room and down the stairs. People were already drinking themselves stupid. Once Jack would have joined them in their happy drinking games, but not now. Now he was taking himself more seriously.

Jack walked out of noisy inn and into the streets. They were rather quiet considering the time of day. There were a few families shopping in the markets. Jack walked through the marketplace. Watching people. He had his eyes glued to a stall selling swords. He kept walking, his eyes on a perfectly made weapon when he bumped into someone. Jack snapped out of his trance and looked to the ground in front of him.

On the ground lay a woman. She had her eyes open but was trying with difficulty to sit up. Jack looked down at her and noticed her almost faint back to the ground, eyes closed. He immediately knelt down besides her and held her head to stop her hitting it on the hard unforgiving floor. Suddenly she opened her eyes again. In one swift movement she fetched a dagger out of her pocket and held it in Jacks slightly startled face.

'Who are you?!' she demanded. Now, holding the dagger to his throat. Jack sighed and pushed the knife back at her and looked the woman in the eyes.

'Captain Jack Sparrow.' He paused looking at her once again. 'An' you m'dear are highly strung' the pirate said smoothly as he got up. He held out his hand for her to take. But, instead she rose without assistance. 'Who are you?' Jack asked kindly.

'Faye Burrows' she said. She spoke with an Irish accent. Her black hair didn't suit her voice and her blue eyes glinted malevolently at him. She dusted her hands off on her slightly torn dress. Faye placed her dagger back into her pocket and looked Jack up and down. He could tell she was wondering where he was from. And, sure enough, she was. 'Where are you from?' she asked, looking at the strange decorations in his braided hair.

'All over' Jack said. 'Just came from Port Royale actually. Visiting friends there.' Jack could tell Faye wasn't convinced, but he wouldn't be either. Jack didn't really look like the kind of person to have friends in the prestigious Port Royale.

Faye nodded. She found this pirate strange. Stranger than any she had ever seen. She had seen him before, just didn't know where, probably in a book or something. After all everyone had heard of Captain Jack Sparrow. Suddenly, without warning Faye began to sway on her feet. Before she could hit the ground Jack caught her. He lifted her up, one arm supporting her neck, the other, under her legs. Jack carried her, when he noticed the back of her head was bleeding. When she fell she must've hit it rather hard.

Jack made his way back to the inn. He intended to take her up to his room and fix her up. He continued to walk until he came to his destination. On his way he didn't get a second glance. It was a common occurrence to see men carrying unconscious women in this part of Singapore.

Jack walked into the inn without any acknowledgement. He went to the bar, Faye in his arms, and looked at the bartender. 'Can I get some col' water?' Jack said rather smoothly considering he had an unconscious woman resting in his grasp.

'Sure Mate' the bartender said. He poured some rather questionable looking water into an even more questionable glass and handed it to Jack. The pirate took it with some difficulty and proceeded up the creaking stairs.

Once in his room Jack layed the woman on his bed. He turned Faye on her side and inspected her head. Jack ripped a piece of his shirtsleeve off and dipped it into the water he had got from the bar. He tried to clean it up, but the dirty water did nothing. Then, he had an idea. Leaving Faye on the bed, he crossed the room to the dressing table. Jack picked up a dusty flask of rum off the table and took it back to the bed. Jack poured some of the alcohol on his cloth and carefully dabbed it on the wound. Immediately Faye sat up. She looked at Jack, not knowing where she was. The woman glared daringly at him.

'What the hell are you doing?' she asked, sitting up on Jacks bed. She looked at the pirate with some serious suspicion.

'Look, before yer jump ter conclusions I'm jus' cleanin' yer up that's all' he said truthfully. He didn't think she would believe it. But, he was wrong. Faye lay back down without protest and let Jack fix her up.

The pirate proceeded to clean her when he noticed a series of scars running down her neck. He rolled her onto her back slowly and undid her corset. He had to investigate these strange marks. Once open he took the corset off her and placed it to the side of the bed. He proceeded to roll her onto her stomach and looked down her back. True enough there were many red, purple and blue bruises running down her body. But, they weren't just bruises. This girl had been tortured. There were marks of all sorts. Marks from whips, from hands, from feet, and many more unimaginable themes of human pain and suffering. Jack gasped at this. The pirate thought he had many scars but looking at this young woman he realized she had many more.


The morning came and Faye woke with a start. She realized she was still in the pirates' room, when she noticed her corset was off. She quickly covered herself with the bed sheets and looked around the room. The first thought was that the pirate had taken advantage of her, but then she remembered how reassuringly he had told her he wasn't doing anything of the sort. She stood up out of the bed and tied her corset back up, when she noticed a note beside her, written in spidery handwriting.

Faye,

Don't worry, nothing happened.

-Jack.

She smiled slightly as she picked up the note. Suddenly there came a knock at the door. 'Come in' she said as she finished fixing her corset. As she turned around to face the door she noticed another familiar face.

' 'Ello luv' Jack said as he walked in the door. He set down two cups of tea on the bedside table and looked at her. 'Went and bought us some tea. 'Tis no good at this place so I made it meself'

Faye smiled at the pirate as he walked in, 'Thank you Jack' she said, picking up a cup of hot tea and sitting back down. Jack sat across from her. 'Look, about last night, I just want to say....'

But, before she could finish, Jack cut in. ' Don' mention it luv. Just doin' a good deed that's all' He said kindly as he sipped his tea. He brushed a stray braid out of his face and slipped off his boots. 'So, did yer get me note?' he asked, placing his shoes on the dusty floor.

'Yes.' Faye said with a small laugh. 'Thanks for that by the way. Most people wouldn't have bothered.'

'Well, I'm not like most people.' He paused. 'I'm Captain Jack Sparrow.' The pirate gave a wry smile at her and then went back to his tea.

'I think I can agree with that' Faye said, she too going back to her hot beverage.

Jack looked at her and smiled once more. He finished his tea and went to the other side of the room and picked up his rum flask. 'Rum?' he asked Faye.


Pintel and Ragetti looked out onto the wide ocean. They had since been thrown off course. They found that Jack Sparrow had been sent to Singapore instead of their original destination. So, they had decided to give up on their expedition until they knew exactly where that cursed pirate was.

The two men looked at each other and then to their crew. There were only about five of them, so they probably didn't stand a chance against any fellow pirate ships.


Will sighed as he looked out onto the water. The weather had got worse since that morning and he could see a storm rolling in beyond the horizon. He didn't look forward to sailing in such heavy rain. He had done it once before with Jack and he found it a most disagreeable experience.

As Will looked around the ship he noticed Elizabeth approaching him. He smiled and waited for her to speak. And, sure enough she did.

'What were you and Mr. Gibbs speaking about earlier?' she asked, leaning against the mast, arms crossed over her chest.

'Oh,' Will said rather nervously 'N-nothing. Nothing at all.' Will smiled reassuringly at his fiancée and watched as the storm slowly rolled in towards them.

Of course, Elizabeth didn't buy a word of this stuttered sentence. She looked at Will, an eyebrow raised, but once again decided to leave it there. She would find out soon enough, she would make sure of it.


'So, anyway.' Jack said laying on his bed. 'I was stuck on this bloody island with this woman I 'ardly knew. Then, she came up with some outlandish idea and burnt all the rum! At first I called 'er stupid but then, the royal navy came ter rescue us. And then we were on the Dauntless, me, bein' tied up and Elizabeth acceptin' the Commodores proposal!'

Faye sat, transfixed with the Captains story. They had been talking for hours. Faye, telling him of her home. Jack, sharing stories of his run-in with Elizabeth and Will. 'Wow. That's amazing Jack.' Faye said, lying on the bed, watching Jacks' every move.

Jack smiled then looked out the window. The sun was slowly going down in the Singapore streets. People were gradually packing up their stalls in the marketplace and families were settling down the bed. However, Jack felt he could speak with Faye until tomorrow.

'God. It's gettin' late' Jack said still watching the window. He turned back to Faye who had since taken her raven hair out. Jack looked at her eyes. They seemed to light up whenever he spoke, as if she was hanging on his every word.

'Does it matter?' Faye asked. She smiled at him kindly. 'I swear Jack, I could talk to you for hours.'

'Well,' Jack began. 'Why don't yer tell me 'bout you. I've been going on about meself forever.' This was true, Jack was sick of telling her of himself and his adventures. He wanted to learn more about Faye and where she came from.

'Hmmm...' she began in contemplation. 'Where shall I begin...' Faye thought for a moment before launching into speech. 'I was born in Ireland. Daughter of a farmer and housewife. It was just my parents and I in a small country shack in Belfast. I was an only child, until when my parents died. I didn't know why or how. All I knew was that I was fourteen and alone. I had nowhere to go. So, I stowed away on a passing ship and it led me here. I have been here for twenty years.'

As Jack took in the information this woman gave him. He was astounded by the vigilance and strength of this woman. Her parents died so she got away from the country that had so many memories of them. But then he remembered the marks on her back.

'If yer don't mind me askin',' Jack began. 'When I was cleanin' yer up I noticed some well... bruises and scars. What were they from?' Jack hoped he didn't sound like he was prying into her business.

'Oh. Those...' Faye seemed to fall silent for a moment. She looked out the window and sighed, thinking of a pleasing explanation for those marks running down her back. 'Well, when I first came here I was sold...or rather sold myself as a slave for an upper-class family. It was the only way to earn money, the only way to survive. But, with the money came complications. When I didn't finish my duties on time or to standard they would...beat me' Faye fell silent. Jack could tell she was thinking back to the times she spoke of. 'I would get beaten at least four times a week, often for one or two hours on end.'

Jack gasped and looked at Faye. Before he could finish she cut in again. 'But, not just beating. They would lock me in cages, hit me with whips, once or twice they knocked me out and left me down in the wine cellar.'

The pirate was rather taken aback. He could see tears forming in Fayes' blue eyes as she recounted the events. Jack sighed. 'I'm sorry luv' he said, a true tone of sorrow lacing his words. 'I truly am'

'That's all right. You don't have to be sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have come to Singapore in the first place' Faye sighed and looked out the curtained window, something she had been doing many times this evening. 'Which reminds me, I'd better go, they'll be expecting me back. I'm already late as it is' Faye got up to leave but Jack spoke as she reached the door.

'Don't leave. It's dark out there anyway, you could get mugged or somethin'.' Jack truly didn't want Faye to leave, he could talk for so much more.

Faye came back to the bed and sat on it. 'And where do you suppose I sleep?' she asked, raising a dark eyebrow.

'I'll sleep on the floor luv. I'm used ter it. You 'ave the bed' Jack said as he pulled his coat on for some extra warmth. He lay on the floor, looking rather comfortable and relaxed considering the hard floorboards.

'Are you sure? I mean, it's awfully uncomfortable down there' Faye said watching Jack settle himself on the floor. She looked down at him with come mild concern in her light voice.

'Yes. I'm sure. Don't worry.' The pirate took his hat off and threw it across the room, landing on the dressing table and looking at Faye.

'Well, if you insist. But, I will be in serious strife tomorrow morning. And for every time I get hurt you will suffer tenfold.' Jack could tell Faye was joking but her voice seemed to have an underlying layer of seriousness to it.

'I 'ave an idea...' Jack began, resting him head on his hands. 'How 'bout you jus' never go back. I mean they would never find you here.'

'I don't know, Jack. I mean they would probably not find me, but if they did I would be dead...literally.' Faye was now lying on the bed, her head on the yellow pillow.

Jack sighed. 'If they find ya they'll 'ave ter kill me first' Jack said, smiling slightly at her as he readjusted his legs to a more comfortable position.

Faye laughed. This man was unlike any she had ever met. He was smart, yet strange. He was funny yet serious. This pirate was everything. Everything a pirate should be. She smiled kindly at him and closed her eyes. 'If you say so Mr. Sparrow'


Faye awoke in the middle of the night. Jacks' soft snores filled the room with a comforting noise. She had only been asleep for a few hours but couldn't sleep anymore. She never slept well at night. Probably because she was constantly on call for any commands the family she worked for had. Faye was an extremely light sleeper, as if she was always aware of her surroundings, even the slightest noise would wake her.

Faye looked at Jack. She couldn't see him, just a faint outline of the Captains body. Deciding it was the only way to get some descent sleep she slowly crept off her bed and into the arms of the pirate. She felt, for some reason, safe and secure. And, slowly but surely she drifted off into a sound and steady sleep.

(A/N: sorry for taking impossibly long to update. My computer landed a virus and we had to take it to get fixed. Once again SO SORRY. Please R&R)