Claimer: Anyone you don't recognize belongs to me.

Author's Note: Solia's Pov. ( ) is translation, andI know it might not be one hundred percent accurate, but I'm still learning spanish, so bear with me.

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I'm dreaming. I'm not dreaming. I wake up to a pounding on my door. It's got to be very early in the morning; it doesn't feel like I've had even two hours sleep. I unhappily get out of bed, then I remember whereI am. I'm not home.I open the door, andthere stands the smiling face of someone I do not trust.

"Good Morning!" He's doing this to torture me, I swear it.

"It's too early to be morning. I'm going back to sleep." I start to head back to my bed, but he grabs my arm. "Let go of me." He doesn't. "I'm serious, I need more sleep."

"No. We've got work to do." Work, what work? "I thought I told you to change out of that dress. Here." He hands me some clothes. "These are Anna Maria's, they might fit you better then mine."

"Oh, and I'm sure you'd love it if I changed." I'm not changing, not as long as he's here, or has those keys.

"Are you suggesting that I might have dishonorable intentions?" If he didn't why did he mention it?

"Exactly."

"You're wrong. I was only telling you for your benefit, if you want to ruin that dress, it's fine with me. But it doesn't look like you brought anymore with you, so I'd recommend that you change now." A smug smile passes over his face. Damn. I hate it when he's right. I grab the clothes from him and hold out my hand.

"Give me the keys."

"What? No."

"I'm dead serious Jack, give me those keys."

"It's Captain Jack, and you're bloody mad."

"I'm not going to change unless you give me those keys. How do I know that you won't open the door?" Knowing him, he would. "Give them to me." He stops for a minute, just staring at them, thinking about what he should do.

"Fine." He hands them to me, a look of defeat on his face.

"Get out." I start to push him out of my cabin.

"Now where's the fun in that?" He smiles; a crooked grin, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"Get out now!" I give him a cold stare. He looks away from me and finally walks out the door muttering. I lock the door tight behind him, just in case, and head back over to the bed. I begin to change my clothes.

I can't stand him. He's invaded my thoughts. I can't get him out of my head. But he did give you those keys. Maybe you can trust him. No. I can't trust him. He's a pirate! Well he brought you with him didn't he? He hasn't touched you, with the exception of the arm thing, and he's not bad looking. No. He's not bad looking, but he is rude. Half of the time I want to knock him out. You haven't known him for that long Solia, what's your problem? That's exactly my problem! I don't know him! If I don't know him, I can't trust him. You must trust him to some degree; you came with him didn't you? The inner fight goes on and on.

I finish with the clothes, making sure that I am fully covered, and when I am satisfied I walk out the door. I thought about going back to sleep, but decided against it. Jack's standing there, leaning against the opposite wall, that same crooked grin on his face.

"Miss me?" He asks.

"No, not really." I pause. "Don't you have anything better to do then wait around for me?"

"Well actually, I was waiting around for those keys. Now hand them over." I roll my eyes at him, and to my dissatisfaction hand him the keys. "Come on."

He leads me above deck; several people are walking around, working on the ship. He walks over towards the rigging under the crow's nest. He begins to climb up, and turns around when he notices that I'm not following.

"What are you doing?" He says.

"Keeping my feet on the ground. Thank you very much." I'm not climbing up there.

"Oh no you're not. You're going to meet my crew, and I can't very well present you from down there. Savvy?" He's insane. He really is. "Now do I need to carry you up here, or are you going to climb up yourself?" Is he serious? I don't know, but I don't really want to find out.

"Fine." So, I began the climb.

"Watch your step." Once I began, it was easy. It was like climbing trees with Johnny. Something my father never approved of, but I was rather good at it. We soon reached the top. My head begins to spin. I've never been up this high before. He can sense it, and puts a hand behind my back, to help me keep my balance.

"Are you all right?" I nod my head, but his hand doesn't move.

"I just lost my breath, that's all."

"Aye! Now pay attention!" He yells at the crew. They immediately stop, and look up towards us. More people come out from below deck. I can only see one other woman. "This is Solia, and she's going to be accompanying us. Now I expect you all to treat her as well as you would anyone else. Savvy?" I back up further into him, and I can feel his arm grab hold of me. I hadn't seen his crew before, and I was a little startled. I didn't know there were so many people on board. No one was here yesterday.

They nod and shout in agreement. His arm still firm around me. Back away from him, do you know who he is? He's Captain Jack Sparrow. Seducer of women, and you're feeding into his trap. No. I'm not going to give into him. Another part of me voices its opinion. Calm down, it was just his arm. He didn't actually ever try to bed you, and even if he did, would that have been so bad? I don't want to submit to anything, so I move away. A look of disappointment comes over his face, but quickly fades away.

"Can we climb down now? Please?" I only ask him because I don't want to do anything I will regret.

"All right." He pauses. "I think they like you." He says with a laugh. Just what I need: a bunch of grungy pirates liking me. It'd be far worse if they didn't like you. Good point.

"Great. Just what I need." I say under my breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. I didn't say anything." We climb down the rigging, the entire time I was praying that I didn't slip and fall. It was a lot easier climbing down, than it was going up. I would have had a hard time of it if I were still in my dress.

When we get back on the deck one of the men hands me a mop. I stare at it, then at Jack in disbelief.

"What, did you think you could come along with no strings attached?" He laughs as he speaks. Actually, I did.

"I freed you, isn't that enough?" Well, isn't it?

"Well, that was very nice of you, but it isn't going to get these decks clean."

"You're absolutely charming, did you know that?"

"I try my best." He says with that same grin. Oh! I can't stand him! He walks away, laughing. The woman is standing there, looking at me.

"Is he always like that?" I ask.

"Sometimes he's worse." She says.

"Lucky me huh?" She laughs.

"I'm Anna Maria." She holds out her hand for me to shake, and I take it, glad for a friendly face.

"Solia. Nice to meet you." She smiles.

"You might want to start at the end first, it'd be easier."

"Thanks for the advice." I wasn't being sarcastic, but I think it might have come across that way.

"No problem." I carry the mop and the bucket to the back of the ship and begin to clean.

"Is that how you clean? You're not doing a very good job of it."

"Well excuse me…" I wasn't sure who it was, but I turn around to see Jack staring at me. "Captain, but being the governor's daughter I never had to clean. We had servants for that sort of thing." I say as I continue. He just stands there laughing. "What's so funny?"

"You! You're doing it all wrong! Here, let me help you." He wraps his arms around me, and his hands cover mine. He's so close I can hear his heart beating.

"What are you doing?" I want to get away from him, but he won't let me.

"I'm trying to show you the proper way to use a mop." Sure. That's what he was trying to do. And I thought I was beginning to trust him.

"¡Ah mi Dios! ¿Me dejaría solamente usted en paz?" (Oh my god! would you just leave me alone?) My father has mixed blood; Spanish and British, my mother is British. When I was very young, he taught me Spanish.

"¿Usted sabe que no puedo hacer aquel derecho?" (You know I can't do that right?) He says. I immediately pull away from him.

"Why?" He's really getting on my nerves.

"Because then my ship wouldn't get clean." He whispers in my ear.

"Then clean it yourself." I hand him the mop. And head back down to my cabin.

Why does he have to be so difficult? I'm wondering if it wouldn't have been easier to have stayed behind in Port Royal, let Jack Sparrow be sent to the gallows, married Norrington.

Actually, I think this is easier. I'm not promised to anyone. I can do more then I ever could back at home. And what about Sparrow? I don't know about him. He drives me insane. I don't trust him, and I'm not sure I ever will.