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That night at dinner, alone with her father as he didn't have any plans for that night, Mya got a lecture.

"What's this I hear about you interfering in the arrest of a chicken thief this morning?" Governor Black asked buttering his baked potato.

"He is just a child! No more than a few years older than I." Mya said abruptly. She hadn't even touched her food; she was too busy daydreaming about this mystery boy. He sure was an interesting fellow. From what she saw, he had deep brown eyes with a little too much kohl around them and had a funny red bandanna draped across his forehead and his black hair was down to the middle of his neck. It looked like it hadn't ever been washed or brushed.

His shirt was long sleeved and looked to be white, at one time. Now it was turning a bit of yellow and brown with different kinds of stains and rips in it and the shirt itself was at least two sizes too big for him. He had tucked the excess shirt in his brown cotton/fleece pants that had its own share of rips and stains. She also noticed that he had a few odd things tied around his belt and across his chest, none of which she could identify though; except for his sword of course.

The entire time Mya was fantasizing, Black continued to lecture his daughter even though she wasn't listening. Then a thought hit Mya harder than any thought had ever come to her before. Just as her father was saying something about "…not being old enough to command my army around…" Mya stood up. The Governor stopped talking and blinked, surprised that his daughter wasn't even going to listen to him.

"Mya, where do you think your going?" He asked somewhat confused.

"Sorry dad, something's come up." She said and ran down the hallway heading outside. The Governor shook his head and looked up into the heavens.

"That's your child." He said to himself though he said it as if Tracy could hear him.

The night was cold but clear of any clouds with a crescent moon hanging directly overhead. Mya wandered the deserted streets and allies. For what seemed like an hour later with no luck, Mya gave up her search. She sat down on a sealed barrel of pickles in the corner of a dead end street and began to cry.

"Why can't I find you?" She sobbed. Just then, Mya saw something flash over the top of her head and land in the dirt a few feet in front of her. It was a sword. Feeling somewhat threatened, she jumped off the barrel and was about to run when…

"Lookin fer meh doll face?" The voice was deep and slurred, a voice she would expect from a man around sixteen but when she looked to where she heard the voice; there sitting on the roof with his feet dangling down below him was the mystery boy.

"It's you!" Mya wiped her face dry of tears.

"Where have you-how did-what-who are-" She felt like a complete idiot standing there and talking gibberish but she had so many questions she didn't know where to begin.

"Slow down there doll face." The boy laughed looking down at her. "C'mon up 'ere so we can chat properly."

"Uh, I would except I don't know how to-well how did you get up there?" Mya asked. The boy stood up on the roof and walked away, disappearing from sight for a while and then came back into view with a long rope. One end, Mya could tell, was tied securely to a signpost on top of the roof as well. The boy threw the other end of the rope down to her.

"Yeh can climb, can't ye?" The boy asked looking down at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I dunno." Mya replied. "I'm a girl."

"Wuts that got ta do wiff anyfing?" He asked.

"Well, girls aren't supposed to climb." She replied.

"Says who? C'mon, I'll help yeh." Mya walked over to his sword and pulled it out of the ground.

"I suppose you would want this back." She said.

"Tha would be lovely doll face." He smirked. Mya tried to hand him the sword but the roof was too high and she could not reach. "Jus wedge it in between them pretty lil teeth of yers. Ya need both hands the climb." The boy said growing impatient.

"Ew! No way! I don't know where this thing has been!" She protested. She instead tucked it underneath her arm and attempted to climb. After a few minutes she was sitting on top of the roof next to the boy. Though he had to help her quite a lot to bring her up there. The boy then grabbed the rope and pulled it up so no unwelcome guests could intrude on their conversation.

"Who are you?" This was, in Mya's opinion, the most important question to be asked.

"Eh, Jaccob. Jaccob Witherby." The boy answered.

"And you're not from around here, what is your purpose in Port Noxx? A chicken thief hardly, there has to be more."

"Ah, and there is more doll face, but none 'o' that is yer business now is it?" He smirked.

"I am the daughter of the Governor, everything is my business." Jaccob rolled his kohl-lined eyes.

"Yer asking meh a lot of strange questions miss, now it's my turn…why did ya wish the find meh?"

"Oh!" Mya had forgotten about the thought that had come to her at dinner, but when he had asked her she suddenly remembered. "Jaccob, may I see your left hand please?" She asked as politely as she could. Jaccob gave her a funny look and gripped his left forearm with his right hand uncomfortably.

"Eh, why?" He asked.

"Just because, now, your hand please." Before Jaccob could make up his mind in letting her see his hand or not; Mya reached out and grasped his arm and with the same motion rolled up his sleeve, turning his arm so it was the underside of it. Her eyes grew wide in shock from what she saw for there on his underarm was a mark that took the shape of the letter P. She glanced up and saw that tattooed right above that was a bird flying over the ocean with a sunrise. Jaccob glared at her and yanked his arm back and rolled his sleeve back down.

"So then I was right; you are a…a pirate!" Her last few words seemed to tremble.

"Yeah? So?" Jaccob folded his arms across his chest, still glaring. "Wuts it the yeh?" Mya looked down at the roof.

"I knew you weren't from here, you were there though. The night 'you lot' killed my mother, you were there." Mya was trying desperately hard not to cry but the memory was too much to bear. "You came with them, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I was there. And 'my lot' woulda killed yeh too if I hadn't of showed up righ' then. Tha' man who was shootin' at yeh, tha' was Barbossa, an old friend 'o' meh father's. I called him off though, told 'im yeh weren't worth sheddin any blood so 'ee stopped and killed yer mum instead. I didn't mean fer dat the happen doll face but hey, at least yer still breathin and all. Yeh owe meh doll face." Jaccob was lying on his back, propping himself up by his elbows and he had a smirk on his face Mya hadn't ever seen before. It was a smirk of pride, but even deeper than that Mya saw fear and anxiousness.

"Your right Jaccob, I do owe you. And I take it you are homeless am I right? Because I've got just the right thing to make it up to you." Mya still had questions about this boy that she knew she wouldn't get the answers from easily. She knew she had to gain this pirate boy's trust and the only way to do that was to keep him around long enough because she also knew pirates liked to travel a lot. They got restless just staying in one spot for long periods of time.

"'Ow's that? 'Ow can yeh possibly pay meh back fer savin yer pretty lil skin?" He said cockily.

"Well for one Mr. Witherby, I'll keep your little pirate secret in which I would be saving your skin. Pirates can be turned in for a lot of money and fame around here and I have all the proof I need." She said looking at his arm. "And if I turned you in they would hang you almost instantly, child or not. Have you ever been to a pirate hanging Mr. Witherby?" Jaccob shook his head. Mya shook her head and tisked.

"It's a very nasty thing. I've attended a few myself with my father. They start out reading off a list of crimes you've committed against the Royal Crown, including piracy. They leave you standing clapped in irons on the gallows in front of everyone. The humiliation I cannot imagine. Then they tie the noose around your neck and pull the lever. The last thing you hear from them is a desperate grasp of air only to fail.

"Sometimes when they hang there they squirm around and kick which only makes it worse. The movement forces the noose tighter around your neck, cutting into it and it will start to bleed uncontrollably. Sometimes you can just hear their lungs explode and their hearts stop in the dead silence."

Jaccob looked a bit frightened and placed his hand over his throat to make sure it wasn't bleeding and his other hand oh his chest to feel his heart beat. He was no longer laying down, about halfway into her story he was sitting bolt upright and remained that way. Mya smiled. She could see that she had gotten to him.

"Now Mr. Witherby, if you would kindly follow me to my home I shall ask a favor for you from my father."

She threw down the rope and slid down slowly as to not get any rope burns and found it much easier to slide down than to climb up. Jaccob didn't move for a while. The image of himself being hung was still in his mind. Slowly he stood up and rather than slide down the rope like Mya did; he crouched down low and jumped off the roof, bending his knees when he hit the floor to decrease the impact of the fall.

"Showoff." Mya rolled her eyes.

"Pirate." Jaccob corrected her with the same smirk of pride. Mya then led the way back to her father's mansion.

"Yeh know, yeh sure do cry a lot." Jaccob teased as they walked the blackened streets of Port Noxx.

"I do not!" Mya snapped and glared at him.

"Sure yeh do, firs' time I saw yeh cry was when the pirates chased yeh out of yer house. Then when yeh found out yer mum was dead, quite a few times at 'er funeral and then when yeh couldn't find meh and just now when I brought up yer mum."

Mya stopped walking and stared at him blankly. Jaccob took a few more steps without realizing Mya had stopped but when he did notice he wheeled around and looked at her.

"Somethin wrong doll face?" He questioned.

"If you were there, watching me all of those times, then why haven't I ever seen you before?"

Jaccob smiled and strolled over to her, turned the direction she was facing and put his arm around her neck, resting his hand on her opposite shoulder.

"Same 'ol reason yeh couldn't find meh when you was looking for meh."

"The roof?" You've been hiding up on the roof this entire time? And more importantly, why were you watching me?"

Jaccob once again had that same old smirk.

"I was left 'ere doll face. Them bloody pirates left me behind. Listen, I'll tell yeh my whole story once I have a proper place to sleep an food in meh belly; savvy?"

Mya turned her head and looked at Jaccob's hand on her shoulder and brushed it off.

"Fine. C'mon." Mya said and continued on walking to her home.

"MYANDRALLENE STEPHANIE BLACK!" Boomed her father's voice. "I want an explanation for your rude behavior at dinner tonight right now! Where have you been and who is this?"

As Mya had feared, when she arrived back at her mansion, her father was pacing in the Foyer. He seemed very angry indeed. His cheeks were flushed and there was a flare in his eye.

"Father," Mya said calmly, looking her father right in the eye. "this is Jaccob Witherby, this is the boy you and I were discussing tonight at dinner."

"The chicken thief? What is he doing at my house? Get him out now!"

"Father, please listen to me." Mya could tell that her father was not at all pleased. "Jaccob here is homeless, his parents were both killed in the pirate raid." She lied. Jaccob turned his head to her, shocked that a child of the Governor would lie to his face like that. Mya continued on.

"He's not from here though, he says he lived in Bory's Bay. I guess the pirates went there too. It's only a couple of miles from here. Anyway, Jaccob here tells me that after he found both his parents dead he ran away and ended up here, the closest city to Bory's Bay. He of course arrived here long after the pirates had left here so he felt safer here.

He's been living on the roofs and has had to scrounge up any food he could find; thus the chicken incident."

The Governor pondered all this for a brief moment and turned to Jaccob.

"Is this true boy?" Jaccob swallowed. Well the last bit of it was true but all else was a lie. But he of course trusted Mya had a plan and decided to go along with it.

"Yes Sir." He said finding himself getting shy and looked down.

"Father," Mya spoke up again. "if I may be as so bold to say, please allow Jaccob to stay here with us for the time being, and offer him a job here in Port Noxx so that he may earn his keep here."

The Governor took this into a long, well thought out consideration. Then said,

"Because it is already late in the hour, I will allow Mr. Witherby to stay with us here tonight, in one of the guest bedrooms of course. But first thing tomorrow morning I will have you know that I will personally find him a better home to live in. I will not have a boy living in the same house as my daughter. And as for the job, what are you capable of boy?" He asked, turning once again to Jaccob.

"Well sir, I'm good with my hands. I can learn just about anything quickly and I'm a hard worker." Mya looked at Jaccob confused. Was it just her or did his pirate accent just seem to disappear? She would have to take a mental note for later.

"You are, are you? Hmm…you know, I've been looking for a ship craftsman. How do you feel about that?" Jaccob nodded.

"Sounds great sir, when do I start?"

"Oh, sometime tomorrow evening I suppose. Myandrallene and I shall show you around town tomorrow, we need to get you familiar with your new surroundings first." Jaccob nodded again.

"Yes sir."

"Now, I can only imagine how hungry you must be. Geoffrey! Geoffrey!" The Governor clapped his hands and a few moments later a well dressed and well groomed butler walked around the corner into the foyer.

"You called? Sir?"

"Yes, Geoffrey. This is Mr. Jaccob Witherby. He will be staying with us for a while. Please see to it that he gets some food in his empty stomach before you send him to bed. I imagine he hasn't had any thing proper to eat in a month."

"Yes sir. Come with me Master Witherby." The butler said leading him into the kitchen. The Governor turned back to his daughter.

"And as for you, don't think that your rude behavior tonight will go unexcused." He said wagging a finger at her. "I shall tell you your punishment tomorrow morning but now it is time for bed. Now scoot!"

Mya nodded obediently and returned to her bedroom for the night but did not sleep. She had much on her mind. Many questions ran through her head about this pirate boy that just had to be answered soon. After what seemed like a couple of hours of restlessness, Mya was able to fall into a troubled sleep.