A/N: This update is for Captain-Ammie, i don't articularly want to die lol thanks for that wonderful review though and i hope you enjoy this chapter!

CHAPTER 2

The fat woman, Mrs. Winterbourne, swivelled her beady eyes to the young man and her malicious smile turned into a sickening sweet one, Sireena felt like barfing, the sight was purely disgusting.

"Mr. Turner I'm so sorry I was just telling her what a wonderful child she was." She drawled in a sickly sweet tone, "She truly is charming." Sireena could tell the smile was forced and she rolled her eyes, some how her courage had returned to her.

"You were not you fat old bat! You were telling me I was impudent then you threatened me!" she yelled her own anger flaring, "And for the last time I am not a god damned child I'm bloody seventeen you old fool!"

The young man watched the girl intently, intrigued by her harsh tongue. "Leila you must learn not to voice your opinions so loudly in public." He remarked, rather amused, "It always gets you in trouble." Sireena turned to face him, ready to unleash her wrath upon him, but it melted away as she gazed at him. She had never seen someone so handsome as him before.

He was tall, clearly over six feet, with long dark wavy hair that was pulled back in a pony tail at the nape of his neck. What had her mesmerized was his chocolate coloured eyes, they were like windows into his soul, his whole face was appealing, from the strong jaw to his high cheek bones. His skin was tanned and he had some slight growth upon his chin and just under his nose. He looked some what roguish. He was wearing brown breeches and a finely tailed white shirt and tunic, his shoes had heels upon them and a large silver buckle at there centre.

"Yes Leila?" he enquired, noticing her silence, "It's rude to stare you know, I thought Aunt Josephine would have told you?" Sireena felt a renewed surge of anger and she struggle to fight the words that were threatening to spew forth from her mouth, she hadn't even noticed that Mrs. Winterbourne was silently observing them.

"I am not your cousin sir! You half witted moron!" she screeched, "I'm not even from around here! I don't know who the hell you are!" she backed away from him as he took a step forward, her eyes wide, "Stay away from me you bastard!"

Will looked over at the fat woman who had one eye brow raised, "Erm, slight memory loss, she's the crazy one in the family." He said hurriedly. Adele Winterbourne sniffed indignantly as she walked away and William Turner sighed in relief before turning to face the irate young woman once more.

She was now glaring at him her arms crossed over her chest, "I mean it, you come any closer and I'll scream!" she threatened, "I don't even know you!"

"Yes, I know, you told me." He remarked dryly, he tilted his head to one side, examining her. She looked dishevelled, dressed in torn breeches, shirt and no shoes. Her hair in wild disarray, her dark eyes glittering ominously. Though he didn't deny it, she was attractive. "Do you have a name?"

Sireena hissed at him as she backed into a wall, "Yes, but I refuse too divulge that information to you! For all I know you could be some psycho axe murderer wanting to rape me and put my name into the authorities accusing me of being a prostitute in order for you to gain my money! Which mind you, I don't have!"

He chuckled underneath his breath, this young woman was probably delusional, "Do you have a name?" he insisted, taking another step forward, as if daring her to run, she had no-where else to run to except straight forward anyway.

"Are you deaf as well as stupid?" she snapped, pressing herself against the wall, "I already told you…"

"That you thought I was an axe murderer and wanted to rape you." He finished with a smirk; he was now standing in front of her, "Though why would I want to harm such a pretty thing like you?"

Sireena snorted at him and tried to move side ways but he had already placed a hand there preventing her from moving, "You've already named me anyway!" she said, her eyes wide. What he did next both surprised and alarmed her; he had placed his arms around her waist and lifted her up over his shoulder, "Hey! Let me go! Put me down!" she began to slap him against his back but he showed no sign of feeling it.

"No, not until we get back to my shop." He replied starkly, beginning to walk, "Now, are you going to tell me your real name or not?"

"No." she said shortly, resuming her dubious task of pummelling his back into oblivion, screaming in anger.

She stopped pummelling him after a while, finally worn out, she contented herself by glaring at people ogling at her, one man in particular raised his eye brows suggestively and she made a hand gesture that caused him to back away terrified into another young man, this she found terribly amusing.

"What do you find so amusing?" Will asked her, he had been trying to work out what she had been chuckling about.

"Nothing." She replied, slightly bemused, "are we at your so called 'shop' yet?"

"Yes." He stopped walking and to her amazement placed her upon the ground again, though he kept a firm grip on her upper arm.

"Ugh!" she cried as he roughly shoved her inside, finally releasing her. "'Bout f'n time!" she stumbled across the dirt floor of the shop, and her eyes widened in awe. She was surrounded by swords and other weapons either in the process of being made or already made.

Will closed the door to the smithy and looked around, something didn't seem right. He saw his donkey had been unsettled and he hurried over to it and began to calm it down, stroking it's nose gently. Sireena watched all this with an eyebrow raised, "Good with animals I see?" she snickered, "And your hands."

Will narrowed his eyes at her and she shrugged at him, "Well…" was all she said, "So any-way do you have a name?"

"Yes and no." he replied smirking, "But I shan't be divulging it to you." He walked across to an anvil where he saw that his hammer had been moved, he glanced over curiously at his master and smiled, "Right where I left you." He murmured before turning back to the anvil a furrow creasing his brow, "But not where I left you."

Sireena thought he meant her and she was about to retort when she noticed that something had caught his eye. A tri-horned hat! He went to remove it when the flat end of a sword slapped against the top of his hand.