"My real name is Juniper, but you can call me June."

"My father is Sir. Nicholas the Third, you may have heard."

Jack delved into his memory bank and the name registered, "Oh great so not only are you a bloody Brit, but your father is the King's third cousin twice removed."

"You know what I don't get you! What is so wrong with the British!" June managed to get to her feet despite the pain in her side and looked the Captain right in the eye.
"Well let's see I'm a pirate, I'm like Robin Hood. I rob from the rich and give to the needy." Jack did a little jig to make a point, "The British are rich, and they don't like helpful Robin Hood very much, so they chase after him with big guns."

"Maybe if Mr. Hood would have more respect for other's property, the British wouldn't be so angry." June was now red in the face.

"Or maybe if they didn't have their women dress up in trousers, and cut their hair we wouldn't have this conversation!"

By now the crew had all gathered around, but as Jack's bellow resounded in the distance they slowly inched away. June looked down at her hands that were clasped firmly in front of her. Thinking over her next words carefully she cleared her throat.

"I only did this," She waved a hand to indicate her get up, "Because I wanted to get away from all the expectations. I'm not perfect, even though my father wants me to be."

Family feuding Jack understood, but her way out was a little extreme. "Is that all?"

"Well between having to be perfect, the only reason I'm alive is to marry and bare children. Plus my husband to be is a freakin' war hero who goes around doin' all the wenches and itching his balls." June reigned in her temper at Jack's expression as he slinked slowly away. "Can you blame me for trying to get away from all that."

There was a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder boomed overhead. The winds were picking up again, and they were all standing around in the rain. Squinting his eyes, to keep out the rain, Jack searched the island again as a way to avoid eye contact with June. He had a decision to make; he could either trust her and guide everyone to shore, or hope she survives with the boat.

Pulling off his trench coat he wrapped it around June, "Alright, let's get on solid ground."

"But Captain…"

Jack didn't even hear Scoaruge's plea as he escorted June onto the island.

Unbeknown to the Pirate Captain or crew lurked two, shiny pairs of gold eyes that watched from the shadows of the mist.