(A/N) I lied! Two chappies for you today! Let me know if you can tell the differences in the characters...please be gentle!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

Eve was busy putting the final touches on the dinner she had prepared. Today was a difficult day for her, but Katherine Smith made it a bit brighter. Eve heard Jon come in through the front door, and walk up behind her in the kitchen.

"How are you feeling?" Jon asked as he kissed her neck and held her at her waist.

"Good." Eve then turned around with his palms still resting on the counter, trapping her. "What put you in such a delicious mood?" Eve asked as she kissed him.

"You." Jon then kissed her passionately.

"I cooked."

"I know."

"I'm hungry." Eve then pressed her palms on his chest and pushed him away. "Save that energy for later." Eve then sat at the table.

"What did you make? Better, be better, than what I had in mind."

"Trust me." Eve then lifted the lid of the pot. "Roast with potatoes."

"Nope, not better." Jon then grabbed her hand and led her upstairs.

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Eve woke later that night with a start. Dreaming was never good for her, she always had the same sort of dream. Shaking it off she turned in bed and faced Jon. "What are you doing?" He asked her with his eyes closed.

"Nothing." Eve said a bit startled.

"You had that dream again." Jon then leaned up to look at her better.

"How do you know?" Eve asked.

"You mumble in your sleep."

"Sorry." Eve then slid out of bed.

"Where you going?"

"Thirsty. I'll be right back." Eve then shut the bedroom door behind he quietly as she tip toed downstairs. Reaching the kitchen she took out a glass and poured some water and drank. The wind was picking up, she could feel the cool breeze, too cool in fact, especially since she was only wearing a cotton nightdress. Leaning on the back door's frame, she looked through the screen onto the ocean. She needed to shake her thoughts, and if Jon was going to question her, like she thought he would, she would never be able to sleep tonight. She hoped by the time she went back upstairs, Jon would already be in bed.

Eve put the glass down and began her walk upstairs. As she stepped at the top of the stairs she heard a large booming sound. Quickly rushing into her bedroom and looking out at the terrace, she saw a large pirate ship, blowing the small town to pieces.

"Jon!" Eve shook him in bed.

"What's wrong?" Jon asked worried.

"Listen." Eve said with her finger over her lips.

"That's cannon fire." Jon said as he recognized the sound.

"It's attacking the port. What do you want to do?" Eve asked.

"Nothing, no one knows we are here, except my father, and your family. Our absence is felt in the waters, I don't want anyone to know we are here, it puts us at a risk, we are defenseless."

"Can we ignore what's going on?" Eve asked.

"Yes, and we will." Then the entire house shook. Jon then got up and looked at the harbor. "Not good."

"What?" Eve asked as she walked behind him.

"They are raiding the port. Eventually they'll make it here." Jon then quickly went to the closet and pulled out the bag that held their weapons. "Take yours, and follow me." Jon had no intentions of fighting, he didn't want to, but if he had to he would. Getting himself and Eve out of here, was his goal.

Jon was leading her to their ship, which they hadn't thought of naming yet. "Is she ready?"

"No, but she'll get us out of here." Eve then stopped dead in her tracks and let go of Jon's hand.

"Get the ship ready!" Eve shouted over the cannon fire.

"Eve!" Jon shouted after her, but she had already disappeared into the crowd.

Eve rushed to the small general store, that her friend, Katherine owned. Eve knew she lived there, up in the loft, above her store, and when Eve saw it in flames, she knew she had to help.

"Katherine!" Eve shouted as she ran into the building. It was in flames, and she saw Katherine, lying on the floor. "Oh Katherine…" Eve went to feel her chest, to see if she was breathing. Eve placed her hand on her friends forehead and whispered a soft prayer. Suddenly, a large cracking was heard, a rafter came crashing down, the whole building was coming down. Eve got up slowly, and backed out of the building. A pair of hands grabbed her and pulled her out and dragged her to the small barn that was behind the building, the flames hadn't reached it yet. When Eve opened her eyes, she gasped, it wasn't Jon that pulled her out of the building.

(A/N) Don't worry everyone I haven't forgotten about Jack, and don't worry, Jack will always be...well Jack!