The sun was in the middle of the sky when Jhune shuffled up on deck. A storm was coming, Jack could tell, because the wind was absolutely limp and the sky clear. The calm before the storm.

"What ho?" Jack swung down from the crow's nest gracefully like a cat, and landed in front of Jhune. "I see you're up young lad."

The sleep had yet to dissipate from Jhune's eyes and his hair was disheveled, but he was still beautiful. Jack shook himself he had just been judging this boy. What was going on? Succeeding in masking his admiration he began to pace the deck.

"A storm is brewing."

Jhune looked out over the edge disbelieving. "What do you mean the sky is clear, the water fine."

Innocence clung around the boy, and Jack couldn't help but have a soft spot for the young one. "You just wait and see, lad. It might be a day or two but, mark my word, the storm will come." Jack planted both hands on either side of the boy, and pointed to the sky. "You see Jhune, because it's so still out there proves that winds are stirring in the East, and combing to make a huge storm that will head this way." He leaned in close and could smell the sweet honeysuckle scent emanating from him.

Jhune turned and face Jack, he seemed cautious about being this close to his Captain but not offended. There was the innocence again but also some curiosity. Jack couldn't tell why Jhune made him weak in the knees, but the boy did and it was tormenting. When Jhune's eyes trailed down to the bulge between his legs, Jack couldn't help but shiver.

"Jack, I-I," Jhune looked at Jack with the most pleading beautiful green eyes.

"Shhhhh! Don't say anything- we can't- we just can't." Jack backed away and entered his cabin leaving Jhune behind.

It was so hard to leave Jhune, but what pirate captain had a thing for his cabin boy. It was true the boy was all he could ever ask for; being beautiful, determined, fearless, and out going but it just wouldn't work out. He'd have to be dropped off at the next port before things got too "hectic". Now though he reached for his whisky.

The next day though they were no closer to port, and the wind was still weak. Since the Captain of a ship couldn't hoard away forever, Jack had to leave his cabin and see what was happening on deck. When he stepped out he was surprised at what he saw.

Jhune had the whole crew working, or as much of a crew as Jack had. There were three more sails made that were hooked up to the starboard side (I mean front); theses allowed none of the meager winds to escape, so the boat now traveled faster. There were also new oars to help navigate the boat into stronger winds. Jhune stood at the Captains post and conducted it all. It was amazing.

"Am I missing something?" Jack had to stifle a laugh when Jhune whirled around astonished and nearly fell from his podium, if it wasn't for Jacks cat like reflexes. "You always seem to end up in my arms."

Blush rose in Jhune's cheeks and he tilted his head ashamed. Jack couldn't believe how long his lashes were.

"While you were um, preoccupied I decided to help out."

Putting the boy on his feet, Jack surveyed the ship once more, "Well you've done great, but I fear it won't be enough to move us far before the storm come."

"Well I'm counting on the storm." Jhune turned to the east and gazed at the distant gray clouds. "As the storm gets closer the wind will start picking up again. The three new sails will give us an extra push, so that we can row ourselves to that cove," Jhune pointed to a small inlet that lead to an island, "before the storm comes down on us with all its wrath."

Jack saw the genius of the plan, for in the inlet the storm wouldn't tear apart the boat as much as it would if the boat was in the middle of the ocean. Where had the island come from though, it wasn't on any maps he knew? This marked trouble and, as always, Jack was ready.