A/N: here's chapter 5... hehe Sireena is a bit psycho :P but hey... she's loveable in a sick and twisted kind of way... anyway R&R

CHAPTER 5

Reena sat alone, huddled underneath her bench, Will had abandoned her. 'That good for nothing bastard. Tell me to stay here…f'n.' She began to pick at the cotton of her shirt, snorting when bits of fluff began to break off. 'This is just great…' she sighed and stood up, walking over to the door. She noted that it was slightly ajar and she laughed, the man was dumb enough to leave it open!

'I once knew a man who was so dumb, he kept pushing carrots up his bum!' she sang in her mind, a giggle escaping her lips. 'Ooh so harsh.' She pushed the door open and peered out it, searching the mayhem filled streets for any sign of dear William. 'I have no chance in hell in finding him…' she stepped outside, leaning against the door as a bit of door flew passed her, smashing into bits against a stone wall.

All around her, shops were burning and people were running around frantically. Women were protecting their children; men were being slaughtered saving the women and children. 'Rogue Pirates.' She said in her mind, glaring viciously as one ran by her, completely ignoring her. 'Good thing to…I'd kill it!'

But inside she felt like she was slowly crumpling. 'The bastards left me to get my brains devoured by these killer rogue pirates!' One pirate glanced over at her and she gulped before hurrying inside the smithy and firmly closing the door, barring it to make sure no pirates got in!

"Well I see you're having fun." A smooth drawling voice echoed around her, Sireena scowled and placed her hands on her hips. Now he was going to cop it. 'I'll give him abandon me, he'll rue the day he ever left me alone!' She smiled cruelly as she faced him, her dark eyes glittering ominously in the fire light.

"Merk my darling precious muse!" she cooed, her voice sickly sweet. So sweet that the mischievous muse regretted coming to see her! He had a feeling he was about to be chewed up then spat back out again. "I've missed you terribly!"

The muse gulped and loosened the collar of his shirt; he wished she'd hurry up and get it over with. He felt like a mouse and she was the cat, toying with him before it pounced on him. "That's nice Reena."

"I felt as though I were…" she paused, letting the menace set in as she settled her predatory gaze upon him, her eyes boring into his, "Dying." She said the last word with enough emphasis that some spittle flew from her mouth and landed on his face. He wiped it off with a disgusted look, and now more than ever he feared this crazed woman standing before him.

"Could you have any idea why?" her voice took a dangerous edge and Merkasha knew better than to challenge her, "No? Well let me tell you. You left me alone in the middle of the ocean, to die! If I hadn't of been rescued by William Turner I could have died! Now there are pirates roaming around, weapons raised and torching the whole damned place! Only now you've decided to show yourself!

Did I mention that I was fugitive as well? Some spastic peacock is after me! I've got mutton dressed as lamb wanting to harass me and to top it all off my rescuer is perhaps the densest bloke that I have ever had the displeasure of meeting!"

Merkasha waited till she had calmed down to a certain degree before he spoke. A smile spread itself across his face as he tried to think of a way to lighten the situation. "You seem to be handling yourself quite well, well as far as what a fugitive can! And you're not dead yet so that's something." He ignored the icy glare he received and instead continued on with his banter, "and your rescuer doesn't seem too bad…"

"Doesn't seem too bad? He's flipping nuts! He thinks I'm his cousin!" she screeched, "He's a bloody moron!"

"Ah but the main thing is you're not dead." He grinned sheepishly and Sireena felt like taking one of the many swords littering the smithy and shoving it through the muse's stomach, he might be less annoying impaled on something sharp. "In case you haven't noticed Merk the town is under attack!" she threw her hands into the air, her eyes flashing dangerously, "have you any idea how close I have come to death! Like just before, when I was outside a bit of shop almost decapitated me!"

"And whose fault was that?" he questioned, smirking. "Yours." He tossed her an apple absentmindedly, yawning. He was quite relaxed now; her lecture wasn't as bad as what he had envisioned. He at least had his jewels still firmly tacked onto him. He sat down upon the dusty floor as he watched her hungrily devour her apple. He'd been lucky enough to pilfer it from the governors house hold.

"I have some new clothes for you." He said, his tone some what tired. He threw a wine coloured shirt and tan breeches at her and she deftly caught them as she finished her apple, the sweet juices from it still lingering upon her tongue. "The time portal really did choose a nice outfit for you."

She glared at him, clutching the items of clothing to her chest as she went behind one of the many work benches and got changed.

"How long does it take to put a shirt and breeches on?" he called impatiently, having finally stood up again. She re-emerged frowning; the shirt was at least two sizes to big for her!

"You could have picked a better size." She remarked dryly, "Look at me! I look like a beached whale that has lost several kilos!" She had ended up crossing one side of the shirt over the other and had to use a bit of rope she'd found as a belt. She felt like Huckleberry Finn!

The shoes she'd stolen earlier didn't match the breeches, but like she cared anyway. All that mattered was that she had some decent clothing! She ran a hand through her extremely knotty hair and tied it back with another bit of rope. In any case at least she looked some what respectable now…'as far as a street rat goes anyway.' She thought derisively, 'I hope the pirates eat her…she's got plenty of fat to keep 'em fed for at least twelve months.'

"I look like a pirate." She deduced a sour look penetrating her features, "I bloody rotten scallywag!" she scowled and Merkasha had to fight down the urge to laugh at his young charges displeasure, "But that doesn't matter because everyone that's seen me probably thinks I am one!"

He couldn't help himself, her handed her a purple head scarf a mirth filled grin on his boyish features, "Maybe that'll improve your spirits." She growled underneath her breath as she snatched the garment from him, muttering obscenities, all directed towards him.

However, she placed the scarf over her head and tied it into a knot at the back, glaring daggers towards him. "You are without a doubt the worse muse I have ever met." She snorted in disgust and placed a dagger she'd found inside of her pocket, making sure it had some form of sheath around its blade. "I hope you realize if I die, it's all your fault and you'll have to tell my mother what happened to me, as well as my father…and we all know what they think of you already."

Merkasha cleared his throat and nodded, he'd made the mistake in revealing himself to the eccentrics parents…they didn't quite like him to say the least. Sireena smirked and opened the door casually, peering out scanning the vicinity for any signs of Will.

She grinned when she saw him; he was just standing there in the middle of the street! 'He's so dense…' she thought and she was about to open her mouth when a random pirate came up from behind him suddenly and hit him across the back of the head with a saucepan. For a few fearful moments she thought he had been killed, for he just stood there. But his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he crumpled to the ground unconscious. "Idiot." She muttered, "Though it was nice of him to show himself."

She looked around herself making sure no more Pirates were in the area before she ran over to him, kneeling down beside his unconscious form. She watched his face momentarily, marvelling at how handsome he was. 'Why are the cute ones always so stupid?' she sighed and bought her hand back and promptly slapped him, hard. "Wake up sunshine!"

He made no response.

"Sunshine and daises!" she cooed, staring at his face, "Oi!" still no response, "Well this is f'n fantastic isn't it!" She gripped his wrist in her hand and lifted it up before dropping the limp limb back to the ground, "Out cold." She sighed and began to repeatedly lift his wrist and then drop it again. 'Now I know why this is amusing…' she smirked when she saw a nerve twitching in his head, 'ha-ha he's like dead…but moves! Living Corpse!'

She changed her attentions to the opposite wrist this time lifting it as high as it would go before allowing it to plummet to the ground. 'ha-ha this guys like a breathing corpse! ZOMBIE! Ha-ha!'

She heard someone stand behind her and her hand flew to the knife she had filched. "Relax Reena it's only me." It was Merkasha, "You know you're so uptight." He looked down at the limp form of William Turner and it took all of his self control to not laugh at him, "So what do we do with it?"

He knelt down by his legs and mimicked Sireena's actions on the wrist only with his ankle. He took pure delight when the man groaned whether in pain or if he was awakening. "Reena?"

Sireena was off in her own world. She didn't even hear him speaking to her, she was more interested in Will. The silence was enough for her to study him carefully, compared to most men she'd met he was rare. She'd never been shown such kindness before, yet she did nothing in return. 'Oh well he'll get used to it.'

"Sireena!" she snapped herself back to reality at Merkasha's harsh tone and she glared at him.

"What Merkasha?" she snapped and Merk gulped, what had he done? Nothing.

"What are we going to do with it?" by 'it' he meant Will, "we can't leave it out in the open you know, it'll die." He picked at the fabric of Will's pants and snorted, this man was rather boring.

"Merk, just leave it alone." She sounded rather tired and the muse pouted, she always ruined his fun! He figured she was a Nazi of some description. 'Fun Nazi.' He thought, before thinking of delectable means of torture.

"Well, what are we meant to do with it then?" he replied, smirking maliciously at the thought of her hanging by her ears over a large expanse of water…

"Stay with him of course." She looked around her and sighed, the sun was slowly starting to appear. "And seeing as it is almost morning there is no point in moving him…" she furrowed her brow when Merk began to laugh manically, what was going through the twisted demons mind? "Merk!"

The muse looked at her a wild crazed look in his wine coloured eyes. "Mm Roast Reena…" Sireena's eyes widened, he was twisted!

"What the fuck…"

Merkasha blinked and grinned as if nothing had happened, "Hello Reena, didn't realize you were there."

She frowned, and began to think the muse was perhaps schizophrenic. "You're nuts." She muttered, returning her attentions to Will who was slowly stirring, his face scrunched up into one of pain.

"Nuts I might be but what does that make you?" he retorted, moving over to a water barrel and sitting on it, legs crossed. Sireena shot him a filthy look and didn't say a word.

"Elizabeth…" Will groaned, sitting up. He felt as though someone had placed a heavy weight upon his shoulders. "Pirates took Elizabeth…"

He covered his eyes as the suns first violent rays of the morning washed over him. "I must save Elizabeth." He struggled to get up and Sireena rushed to his aid when he fell back again. At the sensation of hands upon his arm he removed the one covering eyes and instantly, 'Leila' filled his line of vision. 'The pirates didn't take her?' he mentally berated himself for sounding so hopeful.

Merkasha watched the man and laughed, he could read his thoughts! 'I can play on this…' he thought a smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth, 'So he wishes the pirates had taken Reena…' an evil glint entered his eyes and he studied the two mortals, evil thoughts coursing through his mind. 'I can definitely play on this…'

"Good morning Sunshine! Sleeping Beauty has finally awoken!" she cried, a smirk on her lips, "I would kiss you but unfortunately I know that toad won't turn into a prince." Will sighed, the pirates attack obviously hadn't dampened her spirits, "So who's this Elizabeth woman? She your woman?"

"No, she is not my 'woman' as you so delicately put it." He replied, sitting up, this time managing to.

"Though you'd like her to be wouldn't you? Oh you horny bastard!" she grinned and helped him to his feet, dusting off the dirt that had attached itself to his back, "I didn't know you wanted to bang someone!"

Will chose not to answer her as he turned around looking out over the harbour a sad expression upon his face.

"I hold her very close to my heart." He said after a while, his voice sullen, "I suppose you can say I'm in love with her. Have been from the moment I laid eyes on her."

Sireena almost gagged. This guy was disgusting. "So what you're telling me is you've wanted to bang her since the day you first saw her? Dude…and you still haven't scored?"

"We were eight." he said dully, ignoring the look of disgust that masked her beautiful features. Yes he was attracted to her, but Elizabeth owned the key to his heart, "and now it's my duty to go and rescue her."

"Are you a martyr?" but he didn't answer her.