Authors note: I keep forgetting about Tessi's injury, so you'll have to forgive me for that, I'm trying to keep her doing realistic things without hurting herself, or if she does something that would hurt herself (unintentionally) I try to make sure that it does hurt her. So if I have her doing crunches or something without being in pain, which is highly unlikely, but if I do something like that, it was because I wasn't thinking.


Tessi's P.O.V.


After walking away from Jack, Misty and I walked right up to Anamaria and introduced ourselves, she was awesome, and by her smacking Jack, well, it just made my day.

Anamaria smiled and said, "I'm Anamaria, although you've already heard my name from Jack, back there when I confronted him." She said grinning widely.

Misty laughed and said, "Well Anamaria, I must say that was brilliant, I thought it was hilarious."

"You think everything involving physical pain, and Jack is hilarious," I said rolling my eyes at Misty, knowing I probably shouldn't have said that, I now knew what was coming.

"What's your point just because you're in love with him –" Misty started to say before I stomped on her foot.

As Misty was hopping around in pain, I simply stated, "I'm not in love with him, and I will thank you to not jump to conclusions about my feelings." I said trying to hide my blush on my cheeks.

"Who don't you love, love?"A voice said from behind me. It was Jack. Great, I'll murder Misty in her sleep.

'Oh God.' I thought to myself as I turned around to face Jack, and prayed to God that Misty was still in too much pain to comprehend anything Jack was saying; otherwise I'd have to do something worse then step on her foot…I'd probably have to hit her.

"Oh, that," I said laughing it off, while noticing my voice was an octave higher than it really should be. "Yea, Misty was just teasing me about this guy at that bar, who was drunk that kept hitting on me, she thought we looked pretty cozy together." I turned back around and dragged Misty back to the ship with me. Apparently I shouldn't have pulled myself up out of the boat, because as soon as I got out of that stupid little paddleboat thing, and onto the ship, I doubled over in pain.

I could hardly see straight my stomach hurt so much, and I defiantly couldn't move. Misty ran over as soon as she got out of the boat and helped me to the captain's quarters. Luckily the cut hadn't reopened, but I had stretched it farther then it really should have been stretched.

Jack came in later and confined me to the room. Literally. He took the key and locked me in, and handed the key back to Misty in the evening when it was time for her to come back. Although neither Misty nor I was really expected to do anything, well if I was well I wouldn't really be expected to do anything, but I know Misty liked to stay busy and not seem like a spoiled little princess. And I would be the same way if I were allowed to leave the room once in a while.

About three days after our departure from Tortuga the water was becoming choppier and gray, and the sky was growing dark. In mid afternoon Jack came in and told me I had to go down to the forecastle, Misty was already there sitting in one of the hammocks, pouting.

"Storms coming." She said bitterly.

I nodded, understanding why we were down here, "For our own protection?"

"So nothing happens like it did during the last storm, and then we were anchored down! They're planning on trying to sail through most of it!" Misty yelled in exasperation.

I smiled slightly at Jack's craziness and then realized he was treating us like invalids, which granted I was one, but that was no reason to lock Misty down here. All though I assumed it was more for company than for anything else. Jack knew that if Misty was told what to do, she could handle it. She was determined. I was glad for the company though. The last few days had been awfully lonely, and by the time Misty came back in she was too tired to talk. And I was too bored to go to sleep. So I read all the nautical books in the cabin and it seemed too have done more harm then help. I was now even more confused, since the books were all about the navy's history and seemed to contradict one another, I can't tell you how many different opinions I've read and how many times I've wanted to rip out my hair in the last few days.

After a while about half of the crew came in to rest up before the storm, in a little while the other half would come down and take their rest, then after a while, Jack would come down and then they would all trek back up to the deck and await the storm.

Misty and I had to be silent when the crew was down here, they wanted to sleep and we wanted to let them, because our lives were in their hands technically. And the fact that I didn't know what was going to happen to us in the storm and after last timeit scared me, andI use to love storms.I was in a movie I knew well, but couldn't remember. And that was just maddening. I had checked my wounds once all the crew had left again and was happy to find that they were mostly healed. I guess lying down in utter boredom for three days had helped loads. I really hadn't expected for them to heal so quickly though, but I wasn't complaining.

"I can't remember what happens next." Misty said breaking that oppressive silence.

"I can't either, and it's driving me crazy." I replied looking over at her

"I could tell you everything that happens up until now, every line, every detail, but I'll be darned if I could remember what happened at the end of the movie. And I wonder if I will ever know." Misty said, dejectedly.

"Of course you'll know. As soon as this storm is over we'll remember everything that occurred during in it." I told her, laughing a little.

"I do have the feeling we're going to make it out of this, this whole thing alive." Misty said after a few more moments of silence.

I remembered my dream bitterly and muttered under my breath, "Some of us maybe."

"What was that?" Misty asked trying to hold on as theship pitched dangerously. I wasn't quite sure whether to blow the candles out or not, but I figured it would be safer since we didn't want to burn down the boat.

As soon as the forecastle was shrouded in blackness again, the boat pitched, and water began to come down the stairs a little by little from the waves and swirled around my ankles, I pulled my feet up into the hammock with me. There was no way I would be going to sleep tonight