Disclaimer: refer to Chapter 1
A/N: Um...so far I haven't really gotten much reviews for this story *sob*, BUT Ha, I'll continue anyway! Although it would be a looooot more fun with reviews *wink*
Hope you like the next chapter!
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Sail On Silver Girl Chapter 3Silver's long ebony hair flew behind her as she stood tall in the crows nest. As her hair whipped her face Silver was snapped back into reality tore her eyes away from the horizon. Hurriedly she fastened the bandanna that had become loose and hid her hair. She looked below her cautiously, hoping that no one had noticed. But the deck was deserted for all but one: Jack Sparrow was standing proudly at the helm, probably too busy flattering himself to realize her. She snorted. Silver had expected this legendary pirate captain to have more brains – but so far he had never hinted that he knew about her little 'disguise'.
Silver found that Captain Jack Sparrow was a lot different that the stories made him. Even though she had only been aboard the Black Pearl for 4 days she had noticed nothing of the ruthless, bloodthirsty pirate that he was described to be. Self-confident – aye, that he was. Vain – that too, along with bold, rugged and roguish. But merciless? Cold-hearted? Silver shook her head. She was glad to have met the real Jack Sparrow - not the image the legends created. He was a fair captain and she had seen him angry – when Anamaria stole his hat, or Gibbs took the helm without 'permission', or she had addressed him as Jack Sparrow instead of Captain Jack Sparrow… but her fear of him had decreased as much that she was actually able to counter some of his countless puns. Silver giggled. His supposedly 'clever' remarks were another part that did not add to the fearsome reputation Jack Sparrow held.
Silver climbed nimbly down the riggings and saw Gibbs motion for her to come to him.
"Aye Gibbs! What be the problem?"
"Oy Lad, ye mind helping me with that chest o'er there? 'tis bloody heavy! I could use some strong young hands t'help me there…"
Silver and Gibbs heaved the chest over to the galley. Over the last days Silver had secretly lifted some sand-filled bottles to improve her strength and make her 'manly image' even more believable.
Gibbs patted her fatherly on the shoulder and smiled at her, revealing some missing teeth. Silver smiled back and watched him leave. Over the past days she had become well acquainted with the crew and the suspicious stares had faded. The crew was glad to have found such a hard working new crewmember that did not cause trouble or drank away their rum. Still she had not yet really made any friends – Silver talked as little as possible, fearing that her voice or her behavior would give her away. Although Silver did not fear that she would be keelhauled or anything like it, she was still afraid of revealing herself as a woman. She was sure that once Jack found out he would set her ashore immediately, not wanting another women aboard. Anamaria was different – Silver had heard that Jack owed her a ship. And Gibbs, she could just image him terrified at the thought of two unlucky women aboard. Silver did not want to go back to her mundane life. She was enthralled by the beauty of the sunrise she could see every morning, the billowing of the mighty sails as the wind whipped through them, the sounds of the waves lulling her into sleep. Being on the open sea was her only desire and she would not let anybody stop her…even if that meant disguising as a man.
But although Silver tried to push it out of her mind she was also afraid of the crew and Jack once they found out she was a woman, of what they would do to her. She was helpless; she did not even have a dagger to defend herself and could not possibly fight against 20 men trying to take advantage of her.
'They would never do something like that!' Silver argued with herself.
'Oh, you know they would. They're dishonorable pirates – take and give nothing back, that's their life philosophy! You don't seriously believe that they would not harm you just cuz they have known you for a couple of days!' Silver sighed bitterly. She would go on hiding her real self – she saw no other possibility.
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The full moon shone brightly and bathed the land in a mysterious silvery gleam. A small girl, possibly 8 or 9 years of age looked around frightened, the moonlight shining through the window and reflecting off her dark hair. The ornamented door swung open and a tall man entered. The girl backed up and hid her face in her hands.
"Please no!" the little girl whimpered. The man bent down, trying to comfort the girl who flinched under his touch. "It's not for me to decide…but don't be so scared, it's not that bad!" Suddenly a bright red glowing object was revealed under the moon's stare and a second later a bloodcurdling scream pierced the silence…
Silver sat up with a gasp. She clutched a hand to her left shoulder and tried to calm herself.
'Please, not again.' She thought trying to wipe the disturbing images from her mind. 'Let the past be the past. Why can't I just forget?' She closed her eyes momentarily and massaged her temples. Slowly Silver sank back into her pillows and drew a shaky breath before falling into a dreamless sleep…
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A/N: Yeah, I know, the first part was boooring, but I tried to make it up with Silver's dream…um, hope you liked it…review? Please? Mmm…let me think of something to tempt y'all with…ok here we go, a pint of rum for every reviewer…alright TWO pints of rum! Now review!! :D
