SO sorry about the wait, I kind of lost it, but here it is in all its glory

Chapter 3- Opinions

"-You did some remodeling, it looks fantastic Jack," Will was saying as he toured the decks with Jack, his new hat perched jauntily on his head.

"Mmmhmmm," Jack nodded not paying any attention to a word he was saying.

"They did superb work on the railings… Jack? Jack, what are you looking at?" Will asked.

"The boy," Jack murmured.

Will followed his gazed to where Daniel sat on the figurehead conversing with the parrot, Will had found that activity to be rather helpful when one had a dilemma.

"What do you think of him?"

"The boy?"

"No, the bird. Idiot, of course the boy!"

"I didn't think he was really your type," Will laughed.

"He isn't, his mum was," Jack said shoving Will towards the railing.

"Oh… So that's Daniel,"

"Yes, what do you think of him?"

"Handsome lad, he looks strong enough, he works for you?"

"Pulls his weight around rather well, and he's smart, I'll give him that, he's also quite famous with the ladies," He chuckled.

"Well, except for the hard worker and intelligence level, he's just like you."

The two men laughed with old familiarity.

"No matter how much you tease me Will, I would keep an eye on Sarah this summer, by the way how'd that go over with the gov'na?"

"It didn't."

"He doesn't know?"

"He will when we leave,"

"Which should be rather soon, I should think," Jack turned and cupped his hand around his mouth, "ALL HANDS ON DECK! WE SET SAIL FOR TORTUGA!"

Daniel sat in the corner of the captain's quarters watching as Jack and Will discussed something of great importance, most likely Daniel himself. Sarah was reading in the opposite corner and was completely oblivious to the rest of the world

Daniel turned his attention to the merry making outside, the men were glad to be out at sea again and Daniel wished desperately to be out there with them, cares thrown over the side of the boat, whirling about with some fine young lass, 'Maybe Miriam, or Rosetta, I'll have to look them up when we get back to Tortuga, they were good dancers.'

He ran his fingers through his hair, rumpling it in a way that caught most girls' attention. He looked at Sarah again and found himself wondering if she was a good dancer, she had a slim strong build, but not enough womanly features to truly attract men. Or, perhaps she did, but she just hid them with her clothes. She did have a pleasing face and beautiful light brown hair that shimmered in the sunlight. Daniel allowed himself to think of what she might look like the morning after, arms and shoulders bare above the covers, creamy neck gleaming with sweat, hair tousled, eyes dulled with a mixture of sleepiness and desire. Daniel allowed himself to smile; she would make a man very happy one day, ' One lucky man who is not me, no, she could not even bring herself to blink in my direction.'

"Daniel!" Jack barked suddenly, startling both teenagers from their own private worlds, "Would you please escort Miss Sarah out side, and make sure nothing happens to her."

"Aye, aye, Captain," Daniel said walking over to Sarah and jerking her to her feet. He led her outside and once he heard the cabin door swing shut, he turned to face her.

"Thank you for your assistance, but I really am quite capable of…" Sarah trailed off seeing his glare.

"Follow me," Daniel said through clenched teeth, he grabbed her wrist roughly and weaved through the crowd until he reached Mr. Cotton, and he whirled her around and sat her on a barrel next to him, "Sit! This is Mr. Cotton; Mr. Cotton will make sure nothing happens to you, you will stay with Mr. Cotton. Goodnight."

At that Daniel turned and left her rubbing her wrist, her mouth opened in a silent retort. Feeling his eyes on his back he grabbed the nearest rum bottled, faced her and raised it in a mock toast. Flinging his head back he drained half the bottle and gave her a foolish wink.