G'day to all ya subbo's!

Thanks for all of your reviews, they where really good. If anyone has ideas on what should come up next, I'd love to hear them!

Oh yeah, answers:

Ogreatrandom: I think she's really scared and jealous of Meg, so she covers up for it by being a bitch but comes off (like you said) as being really dumb. Thanks, she feels better now!

MeraSparrow: LOL you've got the same sense of humour as me, pain is very funny! (I'm not being sarcastic here girl) Does Amy's temper match yours? Or does Meg's?

Shalafi: Thanks for your review; I'm siding with Meg as well! And with the sentence thing, I actually forgot to proofread that. After I posted it, I realised then. So everyone out there, in chapter 6 there is a mistake. I have said 'She said, hands on hips' (or something similar to that) twice. So I didn't mean too! Thanks Shalafi!

Nim Fea Edainme: Thanks; I liked your story too!

windwraith: Lol, thanks for reading mate!

Cap'n DaVinci 92: Thanks for reviewing and adding me to your favorite authors list!

the empty heart: please do live, I hope you like this chappie.

DarkoBender: Yeah, I really have no idea on how to write the accents. I'm guessing you are referring to Chapter 7, where Meg is talking really fast and there are a lot of half-words, yes? I wanted it so Amy would be telling the truth when she said she couldn't understand, but I think I got carried away!

So thanks again!

SSM ;)

PS Could anyone tell me, am I using the word 'savvy' in the right context here? I'm saying it like it's a term of endearment, like love or darling or mate. But some people (DarkoBender) are saying it as if to say 'Do you understand?" As in,

Jack said, "Anna Maria, go down to the cabins, savvy?"

Just a question, let me know if you know the answer! Please. Thanks DarkoBlender, I didn't realise.

Meg curled herself up into a tiny ball, trying to block out Amy's pathetic cries. It couldn't have hurt that badly.

"I-I can't be-believe y-you just d-did that." Amy whimpered.

"Believe it savvy." Meg muttered a pillow.

Silence regained. Amy looked herself over. She was sure her head would bruise and maybe she had sprained her ankle. Ohh, wouldn't little miss pirate be in trouble then?

Meg suddenly groaned as she remembered Jack. On the way up to the mansion, he had told her she wouldn't last three days up here. When asking why, he told her that she had a temper problem.

"I hate it when Da' is righ'." Meg whispered to herself, closing her eyes and leaning her head on her knee.

WHACK!

Meg's head then snapped backwards with the force of Amy's arm coming in contact with her forehead.

"Don't you ever touch me again, you hear me?" Amy cried, scaring herself about how hard she hit her sister.

Meg rose slowly, ready to fight. Suddenly, a knock was at the door.

"Margaret? Amy? Are you there?" Elizabeth's voice sounded through the door.

"Yes Mother." Amy replied sweetly.

The door opened and Elizabeth walked in. "Amy, how about you go introduce Meg to all of your friends?"

Amy stared at her mother, too horrified for words.

"Now, don't look at me like that Amy. You promised you would make an effort to make Meg happy here. I would like it if you could take her down to that little café you always go to and introduce your friends to Margaret."

Meg rolled her eyes and began to pull on her boots. Amy turned her back and laced up her shoes, and the two girls walked out of the house (with an exaggerated mime of dying on Meg's part to Jack) and began down the road.

"Alright, I am asking nicely, do not embarrass me in front of my acquaintances." Amy started, folding her arms across her chest and walking forward without looking at Meg.

"I will not say anything about you trying to take my life to Mama and your pirate person if you are polite and well mannered towards my friends."

Meg considered this. She shuddered to think what Jack would say to her if he knew how she behaved. Although he was a pirate after all, he would never hurt anyone in his crew. The same would apply with families in his eyes.

Elizabeth wouldn't be too pleased either.

"Aye then, I'll be on me best behaviour." Meg sighed, kicking up a cloud of dust with her boots.

"Good, because we are here." Amy pushed open a door to a tiny café. Meg peered over her sister's head and looked around. It was very simple, with an ocean view and polished floorboards. Long tables lined the walls, and a group of six ten-year-old girls sat at one.

"Hello, everybody!" Amy cried, rushing up to them with Meg trailing behind.

"Hello, Amy!" They called, squishing up for her to sit down.

"Who is that?" One girl asked, rudely pointing at Meg who sat opposite Amy.

"Oh, that's my… my…. Mama's first daughter. Mother was sick at the time when she had her, and gave her to a pirate to take to Grandfather. But Grandfather had died, so the pirate kidnapped her and kept her to himself." Amy said innocently, blinking her long eyelashes guiltlessly at Meg.

Meg sucked in her breath, and smiled sweetly at the group. One girl lent forward.

"A pirate? Oh no, how frightening!" The girl gushed. Meg studied the girl's face. It was quite pale, but she had a few freckles over her quite flat nose. Her eyes where blue, and hair was a wispy blonde that was pulled back in a harsh bun.

"Well, I was only a tot, so I don't remember it a' all. I just grew up with 'im, and 'e has 'ooked after me." Meg finally answered. "If ya don't mind, I'll just go and get a drink."

Meg rose from her seat and walked over to the counter. She could hear Amy talking.

"She is so weird! She tried to kill me just because I said her pirate didn't do a good job raising her. Her temper is so, so bad, when she comes back I'll show you!"

Meg stiffened. "A glass of milk, please." She asked the girl behind the counter. A plan suddenly leaped into her mind. The trouble was would it work?

Meg took her glass and sat back down again, crossing her ankles and sitting daintily.

"So Meg," Amy started, leaning forward and smiling a fake smile, "You are like a real pirate. You know it is illegal to steal, right?"

Meg clenched her fingers around her glass. "Aye, I do. I 'ave never stolen anythin' though. That's not the right thing ta do. Wow Amy, you 'ave such a pretty ring."

"Oh." Amy faltered, looking down at her hand. "Th-thank you. But your pirate must have, right?"

"I really 'ouldn't say, he 'as never stolen anythin' in front o' me. He really settled down when he 'ad the 'ponsiblity o' me."

"Why do you have an accent then?"

" 'Cause me Papa does. I 'ave grown up around him, so I talk like 'e does."

Amy sat in stunned silence. Meg took this chance to lean over to the girl at the end of the table.

"What is your name, Miss?" she asked politely.

The girl looked startled. "I'm Rose."

"Rose, ya 'ave such beautiful 'air. I wish mine looked like tha', it's so blonde and wavy."

Rose gave her a smile. She was very proud of her hair. "Oh, thank you. Sometimes Helen braids it for me, that's her there."

Meg turned to Helen, the girl who had said how frightening it was to have a pirate 'kidnap' her. "You must 'ave fun, braiding tha' 'air."

Helen nodded vigorously. "It is good, I like to do it."

Amy just sat, opened mouthed. She was horrified. How could this girl change so quickly?

Meg started to chat to Ruth, the girl sitting next to her, about an island she had been to.

"… So pretty, with such clean beaches an' tall palm trees, you'll 'ave ta goes there sometime – "

"Meg, we have to go. Mother will be wondering where we are." Amy interrupted, standing up. Meg followed, saying goodbye to all the girls and walked over to the door with Amy behind her.

Meg was sure though, that she heard one of the girl's say, "Amy, she may have a peculiar way of talking, but she is a nice girl. I doubt she would try and kill you, of all things. Really Amy, you do make a mountain out of a molehill sometimes."

Desipte herself, Meg grinned. Sometimes it was all too easy.