Here is our next chapter. I know it has been a long time, but I have been busy for awhile. But here I am, near midnight, watching Mary Shelly's Frankenstein and Dracula the movie, and not yet zonked out but having a sugar rush. Also, can anyone tell me when 'Young Blades' is on? I'm 'borrowing' a character from the story, well more of the concept of the character. Any way, keep up the great work and keep reviewing! It makes me write faster!

Robin trudged up the hill, sweating and cursing all the way. Why her cousin lived in a house on the top of a hill was beyond her. Liz had always had loved large houses, but putting one on a hill was unreasonable. Liz and her husband had carriages, but instead of being smart and telling her cousin ahead of time that she was coming, she had to be dense and had decided to make it a surprise.

Robin listened closely. She could hear the clopping of horses' hooves against the ground. As she walked, the clopping seemed to get closer and closer.

"Oy, Robin!" Robin turned around to see Ella and Erindi on horses.

"What?" she asked, annoyed, that she was being kept from getting up the hill as quickly as possible.

"Are ye heading t' Liz's?" Erindi asked.

"Aye. Why does it concern you?"

"Well, considering you are the high and mighty captain, you are not supposed to be walking. Why are you walking?" Ella explained.

"'Cause, I feel like it."

"Don't be a moron, Robbie! Get on the freaking extra horse!" Erindi yelled.

Robin climbed on to the horse and stuck out her tongue at her first mate. "So, where is Mamorumi? I haven't said a word to her since we were on the Pearl."

"Being Quarter Master. She wanted to get supplies on the ship, first. But miss Klutz over there, kept dropping things, so she sent us away." Erindi gestured to Ella.

"Shut-up, Erindi! You were the one who put the DEAD FISH on my back! That was why Mamorumi sent us away! You almost had me drop the rum in the freaking ocean!"

"Well, at least I'm not drunk all the time, miss I-have-a-pretty-face-and-can-seduce-men!"

"Just cause I dress like a whore to seduce men doesn't mean I am one! Annie, my best mate taught me that! She was a great actress till she went and got herself captured!"

"Your act is so fake! I don't know if you're just lucky or the men you go after are just plain stupid!"

"Well, excuse me for taking a risk to get the treasure!"

"But you got yourself caught! It was all on you, you, you!"

"Well, if it was all on me, me, me, then how did we get here so quick?"

Robin listened to her friends argue. Most of the time Erindi and Ella got along pretty well, but when Erindi started with her pranks, Ella would get angry and yell at her, then Erindi would insult her, Ella would insult her back, and then they'd argue until finally someone started laughing, and they would stop. Robin knew that if she interfered with then, it would start a war with explosions every where, so she would just ignore them until they got to Liz's.

It was soon enough that they had reached the Turner mansion. It was the same as always, white, large and most decorated house in Port Royal. Ella and Erindi had stopped squawking at each other, and got off the horses. Erindi petted the snout of her horse as she led him over to the stable. Ella followed the suit and took her Captain's horse as well. Robin took her cutlass for her side. She pushed her hat down towards her forehead, giving a shadow over eyes and a mysterious look.

Robin made her way over to the gate of the backyard. She heard loud giggling of a young girl and a lady like woman. Robin slowly climbed over the gate, not making a sound. The gate didn't move, and Robin made it over the gate without falling or hurting herself. She stayed close to the wall, pressed against it as she moved, her cutlass still drawn. It was then when she jumped from the wall and surprised the two people in the backyard.

"Arrrr! I'm takin' over the Turner house!" She growled.

Over in the Stables…

Ella and Erindi had both brought the horses into the stables. The air had the stench of straw, mildew and other disgusting things that would give a stench in a barn. Erindi sniffed in disgust, even though she had been around horses most of her life. Ella cringed. Obviously someone was taking their sweet time to clean the place. Erindi had taken her horse to an empty stall. Ella had tied one of the horses to an empty peg, and started bringing the other horse into an empty stall at the end of the stable.

"You! Leave those horses alone!" Ella turned to see a man, only a little older her, run towards her with a dagger unsheathed, held high in the air. Ella let go of the horses' reins, and watched as he got closer. His long brown hair was half out of its tie. He had blue eyes that glistened with fury, and tan skin, shiny with fresh sweat. He wore what one would consider work clothes to work with horses. He ran, and was soon closer to Ella. Ella moved to one side so that he had only taken a bit of her hair and had run straight into the wooden wall of the stable. Erindi had glanced out to see what was going on, but soon went back to her own business, not wanting to see Ella take care of the farmhand using her feminine ways. Too her, it made Erindi sick to her stomach to see how easily Ella seduced men, especially the stupid ones.

The farmhand had fallen onto his back. He seemed unconscious from what Ella could see. She slowly got to her knees and peered over the man, admiring his handsome features. She was too busy looking him over to really notice he wasn't unconscious, had opened his eyes and was getting closer to turning her over on her back. It was just at that moment that Ella noticed, but was too slow, ending up under the handsome farmhand.

"What are you doing in the governor's stable, pirate?" He held her hands above her head He frowned, looking at the woman pirate under him. Ella smirked at him.

"Same thing you are. Hoping that the other person will do this." Ella leaned her head up and pressed her lips to his. Obviously, this had been the farmhand's first kiss, because he had been so awkward, but slowly gave into it. He slowly let go of her wrists, and Ella knew know was the right time, deciding to put him under her. Quickly she moved on top of him and broke the kiss.

"Sorry to leave you like this, but I have to meet with the governor's daughter. I believe it's my turn to baby-sit tonight. Good bye, farm boy."

Ella got up from the farmhands grasp, and started walking out of the stable. As one would not expect, he didn't go charging after. He just stared as she left and yelled after her, "My name isn't farm boy! It's Westley!"

Meanwhile, in the backyard…

"Cousin Robbie! Cousin Robbie! Cousin Robbie! Cousin Robbie!" The three year-old daughter of William and Elizabeth Turner ran over to Robin, screaming that same phrase over and over again, than tackling the female pirate captain to the ground. Elizabeth giggled softly, but trailed after her daughter, and pulled her off her cousin.

"Well, well, well, look who's early, out of breath, sweaty and smells like a horse." Elizabeth looked over her cousin, who in her opinion was in dire need of a bath.

"But I like it. You have to admit, they're better than dresses, or corsets, or both."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, but smiled and sat down over at the white picnic table. Isabella (Elizabeth's daughter) tugged at Robin's pants, demanding that Robin told her stories. As Robin moved, Isabella held on to Robin's pants leg. It was finally when Robin purposely collapsed in the chair that Isabella let go, but it didn't keep her from jumping into Robin's lap.

"Please, please, please, please, please, please, please can I have a story? You tell the bestest stories, Cousin Robbie! Please, please, please."

Robin sighed. "If I tell you one tonight, will you be a good girl and stop begging?"

Isabella nodded eagerly, jumping off of her second cousin's lap and running around the yard, screaming like a mad women. Robin winced, and sat down next to Elizabeth. Elizabeth just giggled at her cousin's expense.

"So, what have I missed lately? I only check in every few months and it has been three."

Elizabeth bit down on her lip. "Well, things have been a bit different since father passed away two months ago, and things have been a bit more..." Elizabeth trailed off, looking down at her hands.

"What's the matter, Liz?" Robin watched intently at her cousin's knuckles go white, and Elizabeth went pale.

"Things are no so good here, Robbie." Now, Robin knew something was up. She only was called Robbie by Elizabeth when something was wrong. "The high class has been being robbed and murdered by someone called the 'Highway man'. He seduces the women, has them do or tell him anything he wants, and then kills who ever is in his way. I'm just so worried, because I don't want anything to happen to our family and you know it is growing."

"Liz, Isabella will be fine, and so will your husband and the baby. Nothing will happen. You will live a long and happy life with your husband and a dozen grand children. I know you will."

Elizabeth let go of the edge of her dress. The dress was drenched wit sweat, and Elizabeth' knuckles were almost white. Robin gave her cousin a brief hug, and Elizabeth's breathing went slower. The color came back to her face.

"Thank you, Robin. You just make me so calm sometimes." It was just then, when Ella made her appearance. Isabella came running over to the red head. The child nearly knocked Ella over as well. Ella hugged the little girl, and Isabella screamed with delight. Ella was covered in a bit of mud.

"By god, where have you been? I thought you went to the stable to help Erindi with the horses." Robin watched as Ella set the young girl on the floor.

"Well…it is quite interesting actually. I just got attacked by a farmhand named Wesley, and well, I outsmarted him using my famine talents." Ella smirked.

"I think you mean Westly, and his is quite attractive. He'd be quite a catch. He knows many tongues and languages; he's strong, and is quite intelligent. You fancy him Ella?" Elizabeth looked at Ella curiously. Ella made a face.

"Heck no! He's a farm boy! I'm a pirate! I don't love! I don't fancy! I seduce!" Ella crossed her arms and headed into the house. Robin and Elizabeth laughed, both so very sure she had caught a fancy for this farmhand. Erindi soon came in later.

"Robin, we need to have a talk about Ella. I think she's sick." Erindi sat on a chair and pulled it closer to Liz and her captain. "She was all muddy, but I could tell she was flushed, maybe feverish, and perhaps a little sweaty palmed. Think it's the plague?"

"Erindi, she's caught a fancy for a farmhand." Elizabeth laughed. Erindi laughed too, finding it hard to believe.

"Is catching a fancy contagious? Because it seems that once one girl does, they all do." Erindi grabbed a lemonade from the table. Elizabeth made a face but didn't say anything about Erindi's manners. She was a pirate after all.

"Just keep her away from Westly, aye? Whenever a man catches a fancy for her, he ends up heart broken. Then has to go find some other girl to satisfy his needs." Erindi looked confused.

"But why? She seems to like him, and he seems to fancy her enough. They might end up together." Both Elizabeth and Robin frowned, seeing she did not understand what Robin said.

"Remember the last farmhand I hired, Erindi?" Erindi thought back to a few months ago.

"Yes. His name was…David. The stupid blonde one right? With the brown eyes? That thought horses could talk in English to him?"

"Yes, that's the one. He caught a fancy for Ella. Remember?" Elizabeth sighed and poured another glass of lemonade for herself.

"No."

"Well he did, Erindi. Then she broke his heart telling him he was some pretty boy who just wanted a whore in the sack." Robin rolled her eyes. "Which actually was true, but he wasn't happy to hear it. Then he bothered Liz about Ella until Will decided he was to go work for Norrington, but he ended up getting shot one night at a bar looking for company with the wrong type of woman."

"Now, that I remember. He's buried over in the cove, right?"

"Not important. But, anyway, unless we want another man going after Ella, I suggest we keep her away from the stables, clear?"

"Clear, Cap'n."

Later that night…In the office of Commodore Norrington…

Commodore Norrington sat at his desk, scribbling down notes on what he read in the book, as did what he saw on the map in front of him. He was waiting for the arrival of Port Royal's privateer, Robin Silas tom make her appearance. She had arrived a few hours earlier, and he had things to discuss with her. He actually was looking forward to her visit, as he did every time. She was firey, quite intelligent, and a catch if he had even seen one. He fancied her a bit, but never in his life would he admit it, even if he was under the uttermost torture.

He listened closely, hoping he would hear her footsteps on the stairs leading to his office. But he had heard none all day. Had she forgotten to check in with him as she did every few months?

It was then when something grabbed him from behind, an arm holding him back in his seat, and a cloth was held over his mouth keeping him from talking. He wondered who could be attacking him in his own office. He waited to see what his attacker would do. He waited, and waited. His attacker erupted in girly laughter, finding this hilariously funny. His attacker turned him around to look at them. It was Robin Silas.

"Did I scare ya, Norrington? I'm not that scary…A bit strange…and maybe an outcast, not scary though. At least to you." Robin smirked.

"Well, strange as it may be, you did. Welcome back, Captain. Have you had a good trip?" Norrington tucked away his writing, and sat up in his chair. Robin sat in front of him with her dirty boots on the desk. Norrington smiled nervously.

"Trips are trips, Commodore. It was a normal as normal could be. The occasional battle, the occasional storms…You get the idea." Robin shrugged, and took a bottle of rum from her pocket, and drank a bit.

Norrington sighed. "How long do you intend on being in Port Royal this time?"

"I don't know." Robin rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps a week? Maybe ten days?"

Norrington sat up straight, and searched through his desk. "Well…I have been meaning to ask you a favor…Could you possibly stay for two weeks?"

Robin turned her head to the side, with a confused looked. "Two weeks? Whatever for? Usually you are happy to be rid of me as soon as possible, am I correct?"

"Well…I need a favor…"

"Yes, you said that, Norrington. Now out with it! What is the favor?"

Norrington gulped. "I need an escort for the governor's dinner."

Robin started laughing. Norrington looked confused, at Robin laughing at his request. She was gasping for breath, as she laughed. "You can't be serious, can you Norry? No, really, what is the favor?"

"I was being serious, Miss. Silas. I think it would do good to have the leaders and wealthy people of this fine island to finally meet the privateer behind it all. They will gain some trust to you and possibly become friends with you."

Robin made a face. "Me? And the wealthy? The little prisses, with the fancy petticoats? And the tall ugly gents, with there fat pompous wigs on there heads? No offense to you or your pompous parties, dinners and such, but Commodore, I must decline."

"What? You afraid of dresses and acting like a priss? Is that it Miss Silas?"

"Oy! I'm not afraid! I just happen to think that I am higher than lowering myself to their level." Norrington gave her a pleading look.

"Please?"

"I'll consider it. But, really, if you don't mind, I must be getting back to tuck in my favorite lass." And with that Robin left Norrington's office.

Later that night…

Ella collapsed on her bed. Isabella was one energetic child. They had played for three hours in the backyard, and Ella was now exhausted. She now knew why Liz and Will always looked so tired.

The door that led to the balcony creaked open. Ella sat up, looking to see if someone had come in, or something. Ella she got up from her bed, and headed toward the balcony. She peered outside. Nothing was in sight. No one was around. It was completely dark. Ella sighed. It was probably just the wind.

She slowly padded back to bed, and started to undo her hair and undress for bed. She started to unbraid her hair, but stopped hearing something in her room move. She slowly got up, and looked around again.

Her heart beat quickly, fearing that someone was in the room with her. She normally wasn't afraid of the dark, but this…well, this was different. She heard a sound of cloth hitting against something. Who was in her room?

She glanced around, slowly backing toward the wall until she bumped into something. The thing she bumped into fell backward, and groaned hitting the floor. Ella grabbed her dagger from the dresser to come face to face with a man in a mask that covered all of his head, his hair and most of the top of his face except for his eyes. He was completely dressed in black, just like her favorite character from one of her favorite books, Princess Bride. This must have been the guy Liz was talking about. Ella was caught off guard, and just stared at him, staring into his blue eyes. He seemed started as well, and stared back at her.

As she stared into his eyes, she didn't notice him push the dagger from her hands, to the floor. He put his hand on her face, and she nuzzled it. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. He slowly kissed her, and not really thinking clearly, Ella accepted the kiss. She put her hand on the clothe mask, wanted to pull it off…

It was then when Isabella burst into the room. "Ella! Ella! Its story time and cousin Robbie isn't back yet! Tell me a story!"

Ella turned to Isabella, then back to see the expression on that man's face. But by then he was gone. There was not a trace of him. It was like she had imagined him, but she knew she hadn't. He was too real. She had kissed a masked man, and still felt the feel of his lips on hers.

"I will tell you a story, Isabella. I will be right there." Ella got off the bed, and followed the young child back into her room.

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