Chapter 3: Still Can't Find What Keeps Me Here.

The cool Caribbean breeze blew softly in Kilie's face, awaking her to the bright sun. She blinked, here eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the feel of the soft sand between her fingers. Sand? Where was she? She rubbed her eyes and thought back to yesterday. A tear streamed down her face as she thought of Marie.... Marie! She had fallen asleep at the beach! Mr Walter would be wondering where she had gone to!

She made a movement to get up, she noticed for the first time, a tan hand lying across her hip. The hand moved slightly, twitching. Kilie rolled over slowly, her eyes widening as she came face with Jack Sparrow, sleeping away on the sand next to her, a content, happy grin upon his face.

Kilie breathed hard, she tried to slowly scoot away.

Jack placed a hand on her head, petting her. He nuzzled his face into her neck, and mumbled something.

"Is' alright Captain Snuggles... The sooner we get to Tortuga, the sooner we can get that coat of yours cleaned." He took hold of her hair and played with it, stroking and petting it.

Kilie's face twisted into a look of confusion and utter disgust. She screamed and pushed him away, sitting up.

Jack awoke with a jolt and a quick yelp, his arms and legs thrashing and flailing about. He tripped trying to get to his feet, pulling out his sword and thrusting the tip of the blade out at Kilie's chest, coming within an inch of her.

Kilie stood ridged, breathing heavily, her eyes wild with confusion, she dared not move.

Jack blinked and rubbed his eyes with a free hand, he stared hard at Kilie, his mind working out the situation. Then his eyes glittered and he smiled at her, remembering.

'Morning, luv." He winked

Kilie gave him an odd look, her eyes burning. "What the hell were you doing?!"

Jack sheathed his sword and took a step closer, looking her up and down. " I WAS sleepin' "

"Yes... I could see that. Why the hell were you sleeping next to me!" Kilie's arms went every which way.

Jack thought about it for a moment. "Well, luv, ye can't really blame me." He came within mere inches of her, a provocative grin upon his face. "Ye were lyin' on the beach... looked like fair game te me."

"FAIR GAME?!" Kilie growled.

"Yeah, such a pretty li 'ol strumpet like yerself, jus' sort of thought that maybe ye were lonely." He winked at her again.

Kilie's upper lip curled. "You're disgusting."

Jack merely shrugged. "Sticks an' stones, luv."

Kilie was fuming mad, but... at the same time she was- NO! NO WAY! There was no way she was feeling attracted to this man. NO WAY IN HELL! He was disgusting, he was a scoundrel, he was....drop dead handsome.

Kilie shook her head, switching her thoughts.

"Might I ask, young missy, why ye were sleepin' on the beach last night?" Jack inquired.

Kilie glared at him, brushing some of her long red hair away from her pale and beautiful face. Jack's expression looked dreamy, she was one of the most beautiful women he'd seen in a long time.

"None of your bloody business!" she snapped at him.

"Oh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the sand this morning." He smirked. She was really cute when she was angry.

Kilie refused to even dignify that with a response.

Jack squinted, examining her eyes, they were bloodshot and puffy. "What were ye cryin' fer, luv? Somebody break that 'eart of yers?"

Kilie's hand went to her face, rubbing below her eyes. "No." she said softly, remembering Marie.

Jack lost his amused grin, feeling sorry for her. He stepped closer to her, and she backed away, putting her hand out infront of her to stop him.

"No, don't. Just.... Just leave me alone, please." She sniffed, not wishing to cry infront of him. Her eyes darted around. "I- I have to get home... I have to go." Her voice trailed off, she turned and walked quickly up the beach, not even bothering to glance back over her shoulders at Jack.

Jack started to protest. "No- don't..... dammit." He sighed, he hated to admit it, but he really was starting to like her.

He stared after her, a forlorn look upon his face. Jack pawed feebly at the air infront of him, where she had stood.

"Come back...." he said with a low squeak. 'Dammit, why is she always runnin' away?' he thought to himself. 'Maybe....' he lifts up his arm, sniffing it. 'Seems alright to me... Nah, jus' her then.' He gathered up his hat, which had been lying on the ground, and placed it proudly on his head. "Best go an' see what the crew is up to." He strolled up to the docks. "Yo ho, yo ho, a Pirate's life fer me..."

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"Miss Kilie! Heaven's, where did you go last night! I was worried sick about you!" Anne ran to Kilie as she entered into the house.

The maid flung her arms around the young woman.

Kilie rubbed Anne's back reassuringly. "I'm alright, I just had to get out of the house for a while." Her face was blank, and there was no hint of emotion in her eyes.

Anne took a step back, staring up into Kilie's face. "Miss Kilie, are you sure-"

"For God sakes Anne, please don't do this to me now! When I say I'm fine it means I'm fine!" Kilie shouted rubbing her temples.

Anne's face scrunched up, she seemed hurt, but said nothing.

Kilie sighed heavily, dropping into a chair nearby. "I'm sorry, Anne. It's just that.... I never expected her to leave," Tears welled up once more in her eyes. "I never expected to feel this alone."

Anne took Kilie's hand, petting it. "Don't worry Kilie, Marie lived a happy life, she was content."

Kilie sniffed and shook her head. "No, she didn't." she mumbled.

"What was that, dear?" Anne asked, leaning in.

Kilie shook her head. "Nothing. It was nothing." Kilie wiped her watery eyes on her sleeve, and stood up. "I have to pack." She said as she quickly approached the stairs.

Anne's eyes widened. "Pack? Where are you going?" she scurried after Kilie.

"I have to leave." Kilie stated bluntly, continuing up the staircase.

"Leave? Why? Where will you go?" Anne huffed, trying to catch up to Kilie

Kilie burst into her room, she snatched her few cloths from her closet, tossing them onto her bed. "I don't know." She emptied a pillowcase and stuffed her cloths and belongings into it. She had very little of her own things, so it was an easy fit.

"Why do you have to leave now? Don't you want to at least stay for Marie's funeral?" Anne said anxiously, wringing her hands as she watched Kilie pack.

"No, I don't want to remember her that way." Kilie said low, as she dug through the bottom of her closet, pulling out a thin, long black leather case.

"What's that?" Anne inquired about the case.

Kilie ran her hands along the top, lifting it up and onto the table gently. "Mom.... Mom gave it to me, before she died." Kilie opened up the case, to reveal a beautiful sword, the handle was made of pure gold, the blade was long, and shone as though it at never before, been used.

Anne stared in awe at the craftsmanship of the sword. "Do you actually know how to use that?"

Kilie turned her head to Anne, a dark smirk grew upon her face. "I do."

"How did you learn to use it? You were only at least 5 or 6 when Marie took you in to live here. You couldn't possibly have known how to use it then!" Anne breathed.

"I took lessons. When I started training the Walter's horses, I had no use of the money he paid me for food, as they provided my meals for me. And cloths, I could make those if I had to. But this," Kilie held up the sword, smiling. "This, mom told me, was worth more than any of those. She told me to learn how to use it, she said it would come in handy."

Anne touched the hilt. "How did she come about it?"

Kilie stared, fixated at the sword. "It was my father's."

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"Jack! Cap'n Jack! Blast ye, you been staring over that bloody map for hours now! It's not going to sprout up and show you the rest of it!" Gibbs pounded on the Captains door.

Jack groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Aye, well, when you come up with a better plan, please tell me!" He sighed, resting his head back down on his hands, staring with growing frustration at the damned piece of worthless parchment infront of him. "This is bloody useless without the other piece!" he slammed his fists on the table he was sitting at. The candle rattled a bit, spitting out wax.

Jack gave up and blew out the candle, coming to the door and opening it. Gibbs stared at him as he walked out.

"Why don't we just forget the map and find somethin' else to plunder. That thing is missing the last piece. We'll never find the Island of Black Sand without it." Gibbs pointed out.

"The other piece is here somewhere! I was told it was! Someone has it, and we have to take it from them."

"But we've been docked here for days, the crew is getting tired of waiting. Port Royal isn't exactly what it used to be. The crew thinks it's best if we pick up and go to Tortuga." Gibbs followed the captain to the helm.

"Then the crew can do so, but without me or me ship!" Jack snapped. He KNEW the other piece to the map was here in Port Royal, but he couldn't make the crew see that. "Go on about your duties, Mr. Gibbs."

Jack waved a hand at Gibbs, dismissing him. He glanced out at the horizon. He was going to find that damned missing piece if he had to spend the next 6 months here looking for it!

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"I wish you didn't have to go, Miss Kilie. The manor just wont be the same without you." Anne's eyes welled up with tears, she dabbed at them with a white cloth.

"I wish I could stay too, Anne. But with Marie gone, I just don't seem to fit here anymore. To be honest, I don't think I ever really intended to stay here for very long..." Kilie's voice trailed off.

"But where will you go?"

Kilie looked long at the maid. "I know somebody with a ship."

"You do? Who?" Anne asked.

"He's a Captain, he runs a..... um, trading operation along the Caribbean. I'll get a job working as part of his crew." Kilie bent over slightly, giving Anne a kiss on the cheek.

"What about Mr Walter?"

Kilie slung her sack of belongings over her shoulder, and sheathed her sword, sticking it on a belt below her sash. She felt in her pocket to make sure that the map was safe and sound. "I've already spoken with him, he says that he will just have to find someone else to finish training his horses."

Kilie took one last look around her room, and then turned and headed back down the stairs. She stopped at the front door, and glanced back at Anne who stood at the bottom of the staircase now.

"Good bye Anne, take care." She said with a small grin, before heading out the door and down the road.

Anne starred after her, waving. "Good bye, dear. I shall miss you." She blew her nose and wiped her eyes. "God speed."

Kilie searched the town over that afternoon, looking for the Pirate whose ship she was going to inquire to board. She rolled her eyes at the thought. He was damn annoying, but as far as she knew he was the only one here with a ship and a crew. Well, the only FREE crew. There was the navy, but they were mainly docked here in Port Royal, and she had no intention of coming back to this island once she had left.

And so it was, that after hours of relentless searching for the Captain named Jack Sparrow, that Jack Sparrow, found her.

Kilie had just about given up, when she saw the Captain strolling down the opposite direction of her. She sighed and approached him cautiously.

He smiled at the sight of her, his "bonny lass" had returned.

"'Ello, luv. Fancy runnin' into you again. Will you be fleeing in the opposite direction now?" he laughed.

"I've been looking for you."

Jack grinned from ear to ear. "Ah, ye been lookin' fer me you say? Can't get enough of me, can ye?" He stepped closer to her, tracing his finger along her arm.

She pulled away and glared hard at him.

"An' just what can I do for ye, missy?" his eyebrows wagged suggestively.

Kilie rolled her eyes. "I wanted to know if you had any room on that ship of yours for an extra crew mate?"

Jack smiled. "O' course I do. But what be the price? You runnin' away?"

"No, I'm looking to leave Port Royal all together, besides, I'm 20..... I don't have to run away. Who would I run away from? Both my parents are dead." Kilie sighed, she really didn't feel like answering questions right now.

"Well, I'd love to help ye, luv. But I still don't know why I should." He mocked.

Kilie thought for a moment and reached into her pocket, pulling out the torn piece of the map. She unfolded it and showed it to Jack.

His mouth dropped open, his eyes bulged, "Bloody 'ell!" he managed to mumble.