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Weiryn: And that would be a lot of people. Well, two people who reviewed more than once. Thank you, if one of them was you!

Alori: Well, the first chapter of the revised Captain Jack's Journal is almost done! I can't wait to post it! Please continue to keep a look out for it!!

DISCLAIMER: We don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. All we own is Mara, this story plot, and ourselves!! It's not much, but we're happy.

Day 10

Wow.....Too much rum does things to yeh.....I haven't been in this much pain since the last time someone shot me. Anyway, I think this hangover will disappear soon. In the meantime, I'll spend me time writing. A lot happened recently. When I last wrote, Mara was still on the Pearl. She's still here, but only after experiencing a bit of an adventure. I experienced it all through drunkenness, so if my recount isn't quite accurate I 'pologize. Here are the details:

As soon as we had left for Tortuga, Mara began to execute her plan, as stupid as it was it worked. She first went to Mr. Cotton and begged him to teach her to play cards. When he left the room to get the cards, she jumped out a window and swam to shore. Right off there was trouble. According to her recount of the happenings, a strange person, whom she couldn't see, knocked her back into the water when she tried to get out, then, jumped in after her and 'saved' her. He immediately asked her to do him a favor in return for 'saving her life'. When she refused, he hit her and stormed off. She was knocked out by the blow (She has a nasty wound now, thanks to that.) and collapsed onto the beach. When she awoke, a man was lying on top of her, passed out, we're guessing, from too much rum. That man, was me. I'm a bit ashamed of it now, but I thought she was another girl at the time. Anyway, she was too scared to be rational or even think anything all the way through, so she threw me off without first checking to see who I was and ran off, just as I was starting to wake up. I saw her running away and immediately decided to follow. Bloody bad mistake. Well, I'll have to write more later, the crew needs me.

Day 11

Can't talk. Sorry.

Day 12

You're probably wondering why day 11 is mostly empty....well, I was too tired to write anything...why? That, I'll explain.

After Mara ran off, I followed at a close, but safe, distance. She appeared to have tired, and sat erself down against a wall in a dark alley. I saw er wipe away a tear. Bloody girl made my heart wrench. I could tell she was shaken from her earlier encounter, poor luv'. I watched her set up a bed-like thing and lay down. (Making my heart wrench further. Bloody girl.) I couldn't just let her sleep there, though. I could tell there was bad weather coming, so, I waited until she was asleep, then picked her up and carried her back to the ship. I should've left her lying in the gutter. As soon as I put her on her bed she awoke and once she caught sight of me, began shrieking and carrying on like I was hurting her! What kind of gratitude is that for putting a roof over her head? I got out of that room ASAP, thoroughly angered by her outburst. As soon as I left, she slammed the door shut and locked it. No one could get in with out either braking down the bloody door, or climbing around the outside of the ship to the window. Nobody dared break the door because if they did they'd just have to work to repair it, and they wouldn't climb around to the window because most likely she'd just shut it in their face once they got there. I certainly wasn't going to have that happen. She'd have to open the door sometime to get food. I wasn't going to give her any unless she came to the galley to get it.

The next thing that happened nearly killed me. I'd be dead if it weren't for, I really don't like admitting this, Mara. Yes, Mara actually saved my life yesterday. After spending 24 hours locked in her room, she came out only when the boat was once again at sea, and the waves were tossing the boat around like a rag doll. If I'd been her I would've stayed where I was, but no, she wanted to come out to see what was the matter. A storm was what the matter was! Probably the strongest storm I've been in, in a VERY long while. Anyway, when she came out, she immediately headed to the helm to search for me, Gibbs was at the wheel so he told her to go back to her room. She just wouldn't listen. She stuck up that snooty little nose of hers and waltzed off to find me, she got off the last step to the deck just as a large wave rolled over the ship. She was flung back against the railing, pressed almost flat by the force of the wave. I caught sight of her while struggling with a loose halyard, that distraction nearly cost me my life. The halyard was torn from my hands and sent whipping through the air and got caught on a loose belay pin. The pin was pulled loose and flung against Gibbs, he lost hold of the wheel, and the ship subsequently turned sharply, due to wind and water pull, sending ME wobbling towards the railing. I almost toppled off into the water, but Mara ran and tackled me to the ground, so instead of falling over the railing I rolled up against it. I don't know where that running tackle came from, but I'm grateful it came to her mind to do it, otherwise I'd be rolling limp at the bottom of Davy Jones's Locker.

The storm is over now, and Mara is in her cabin crying over the shock of almost having seen someone die. She won't let me in and she refuses to come out. I'll have to try to coax her out later. I've ship fixing business to attend to currently.

Alori: Soooo, how was it??? Good?? It should be getting more exciting!! The next chappie is gonna be great!! Heh heh.....I AM THE EVIL AUTHORESS!!!! FEAR ME!!!! BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

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