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Delila was pacing along the sand, glowering and staring angrily straight ahead. How unfair! She didn't see why Doll and Will had to stay behind! Well, she did, but honestly! It was no fun like this. If only she'd thought ahead, and brought an extra pair of boots. She stopped, and turned back towards her father, who was strolling along in a sluggish speed, looking like he didn't have a single care in the world. She kicked the sand. At least it should've been Rolf with her, instead of Jack.

"Oy, are you coming or not?"

Jack stopped and looked up when he heard her angry voice, and although she couldn't see it, she knew that annoying smile of his was playing on his lips. His stance didn't change at all; it was clear that he was in no hurry.

"What's the rush, lass? The island's not going anywhere."

She could hear the laughter in his voice. This was so annoying! She hated how he always seemed to make fun of her, just by being himself. She glared at her father, and plopped down in the sand, sulking. "Well, clearly, neither are we."

Jack smiled to himself and whistled a tune. The lass had her mother's temper, that was for sure. Better wait until her mood her cleared up, he thought, and slowed his pace even more. It would probably be safer that way.

By the time Jack caught up with her, the storm clouds had lifted a bit. Delila was still sitting down, trying her best to draw 'Freedom' in the sand. It was rather difficult, as the sand was rather loose and dry, and didn't really seem to want to be a piece of her work of art.

"About bloody time," she muttered and stood up, wiping her hands on her pants. "There's nothing but sand for miles, da!"

"So it might seem. Maybe we ought to head away from all the sand, then."

Delila rolled her eyes. "Uh, yeah, and do what, walk into the sea?" Her father just shook his head, and pointed his thumb away from the beach. She followed his movement, and felt herself redden. Further in the island was cowered with thick and luscious jungle! She hadn't noticed because she's been too busy sulking. To cover up her embarrassment, she coughed lightly.

"Well, why don't we head for the shade then? I'm dying for a banana."

ooo

It was Rolf's group that found the stream running across the beach and into the sea. They followed it upstream for a while until they found a small pond with sparkling clear water. Rolf didn't even have to order the men; a silent nod was all they needed to start filling the barrels. When the blond sailor settled down at the edge of the pond to catch his breath, the others followed his example. It was a warm day, and they would soon enough be back onboard the ship.

Rolf's eyes travelled to the sea, still visible between the trees. It was hard to tell what was hidden in those blue eyes, and no one ever asked. It was more than his appearance that separated him from the rough, swarthy sailors; he seemed to have a calmness about him that didn't fit the life he had chosen. Still, no man would feel unsafe back to back with him in a battle, and it was rumoured that he had drunk Jack Sparrow himself under the table to get the position as the girl's First Mate.

But where other pirates once in a while would get drunk enough to bawl about their parents or family or maybe even someone special they once had, Rolf's exterior never seemed to crack. But no one could be so… no, there were no words to describe Rolf. No one disturbed him now, as he stared thoughtfully at the sea, but for a brief moment, unnoticed by the world, when a bird with a bright pink plume landed in a tree nearby and gave off a bright, clucking sound, like the giggle of a young girl, his bright eyes seemed to go cloudy with pain.

Suddenly, one of the crew members perked up.

"What's that?"

The others, including Rolf, listened. Far away, but increasing rapidly in strength, was the sound of drums. Everyone looked to Rolf, who just listened for a few more, long seconds.

"They have captured them!"

He sprang to his feet and ran, seemingly blindly, into the jungle. Still, the others followed without question, though they didn't know who it was that had been taken. Or by whom.

ooo

The first thing Jack noticed when he opened his eyes was that the shadows had grown longer. The glaring sunlight was now reduced to a soft glow, and the air was slightly cooler. A gentle breeze was making the palms sway slightly, although he could've sworn that before there had been no wind at all.

How long have I been asleep? He sat up abruptly, feeling his muscles complaining about his choice of 'bed'. Stretching, he looked around the little clearing. There was something missing. Or someone missing.

"Delila!" he yelled, voice hoarse from sleep. But the only answer he received was a rustle in the trees, where he'd scared off a flock of multicoloured parakeets. Where could the girl have wandered off to? Jack chuckled slightly, the truth was, she could've wandered off to anywhere. He knew how restless her blood was, he had experienced it himself. But it would pass with time, and besides; the lass could take care of herself... At that very moment, Jack's world became a solid black. Sensing that the cause of his sudden lack of daylight had to be somewhere behind him, he lashed out with his right hand, only to grasp air. He spun around, feeling the hands across his eyes slide away, letting the light back in.

"Haven't I told you not to sneak up on me like that?"

Delila shrugged, a satisfied look on her face. "You were really out of it, da. You're getting old."

Jack tried to give her a stern look, but he'd always found it difficult to lecture the girl. Besides he couldn't well punish the girl for telling the truth, could he?

"That may be so, lass, but I'm not dead yet. Besides, I could hear you a mile away. Such a noisy little pirate, haven't I taught you anything?"

Delila gave him a sulky look, mumbling something he couldn't quite make out, but which sounded rather unflattering. She cleared her throath. "I think it's about time we got back to the beach. It's getting really late."

Jack nodded, and started the long walk back to the meeting point. Delila quickly caught up with him.

"And you might as well start calling me Lijah." She gave him a quick glance. "Everyone else does."

"And why is that?" Jack said, managing to sound only vaguely interested.

Delila sighed. "It's a long story."

Jack smiled, quickening the pace. "Ah, isn't it always."

What's happening to Doll and Will? Is Rolf and the crew going to get lost and starve to death? Just what is waiting for Jack and Delila/Lijah back on the beach? And will they ever decide on just one name for the poor girl?