Author's Note: This skips back a littlebit before the meanwhile. Solia's POV. The bits and pieces of the song isfrom I'mLike A Bird by Nelly Furtado.And it was just brought to my attention that I have been misspelling Anamaria's (not Anna Maria) name this ENTIRE time!!! I feel so ashamed. LOL. Well, it will be fixed the next chapter she's in.

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I lay back on my bed, I let all of my mixed emotions pour out: anger, suspicion, hatred, frustration, anxiety, love, fear, and uncertainty. I feel so many different things, and he only adds to the problem. I don't know how I feel about him, and he's not making it easy on me.

He shouldn't have touched me. He was wrong. I don't want him to touch me. I don't want to give into him, and he's only making it worse. How do you really feel about Captain Jack Sparrow? You can't hate him or you wouldn't be going through this hell. This inner fight that either way you're going to lose. I sigh as I realize that there's no way I'm really going to be happy. I stare at the ceiling trying to forget, trying to remember. Home, what it was like before my engagement, but it's useless. I hear footsteps outside of my door, followed by an insistent knocking. I know who it is, who else would it be?

"If it is who I think it is, you can just go away." I don't want to talk to him. Not now, not ever. Maybe that's the only way to win. I sit there, waiting to hear his retreating footsteps, but I don't.

"I don't want to go away." No, but I want you to. He hesitates a bit. "I…I came to apologize." And the funny thing is, he sounds sincere.

"Jack? Jack Sparrow? Coming to apologize? To me?" I have to question it because it doesn't seem like something he would do. Ah, but he is. Just listen to him.

"Please. It'd be a lot easier if you opened the door." Should I answer the door? Listen to him. If he put out enough effort to come and apologize to me, I should listen. So I get up from the bed and open the door. As I opened the door, I could tell that he was about to walk away, but he didn't.

"All right. What do you want?" Maybe that wasn't the nicest thing to say, or the nicest way to say it, but I don't know how to deal with him. He's no Johnny, that's for sure.

"I told you. I came to apologize. I didn't mean to laugh at you." He really thinks that that's why I'm angry? He came to apologize, that's what matters.

"It wasn't about the laughing, but apology accepted." It wasn't about the laughing, and I want him to know that. At least he said sorry for something, maybe I can trust him. He didn't have to apologize.

"So will you come with me?" Give him a chance. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, but give him a chance.

"It depends, do I have to clean?" Minor sarcasm in my voice

"Well, it does need to be cleaned." He smiles, and I can feel my doubt slightly melt away, the severity vanish, if only for a bit.

"If I do, do you promise not to laugh?" I can hear the teasing in my voice, and then I curse myself for it. Why? You deserve a little fun.

"On my honor as a pirate." He tells me, hand over heart.

"Well that's a pretty stern vow." I tell him with mock severity.

"Aye." And he just smiles, I can't help it. His smile makes me smile. "So is that a yes?" I laugh at him, which only makes his smile grow bigger. He turns and I follow him above deck. He walks over to Gibbs, who mop in hand, just stares at Jack. Jack? Since when do you call him Jack?

"Oh, it looks like I don't have a job to do. I'm going back to sleep." I say sarcastically.

"No, no, no Missy. Gibbs 'ere was just holding it for you."

"I don't know how to clean remember?" Seriously, I don't. I never had to do that sort of thing, even before my father became governor.

"Well, I'll show you." He takes the mop from Gibbs, who looks at him confused. I'll put up with it, but if he tries to do the same thing, I'm going back to my cabin. He begins to swab the deck, Gibbs and I watching him. "See, that's how you do it." He continues for maybe five minutes, and I can't help watching him, and not his mopping skills. "Got it?"

"Huh?"

"Do you know what to do?" I hope he doesn't think I was staring at him the whole time. I didn't…I don't think, and even if I did, it wasn't on purpose.

"Yeah. Umm, yeah. I get it." He hands me the mop.

"Show me."

"What?"

"Show me that you can do it."

"Fine, but no laughing. You promised." Well he did. I can't hold him to a promise?

"Aye. No laughing." I look at him first, and then I start to clean the deck. I can feel his eyes on me, and I'm wondering if it's the same way he felt when he was mopping. "So you can do it!" He smiles, and I roll my eyes at him.

"Satisfied?" He better be.

"Nice job, but there's a lot more ship to go savvy?" Do I have to? A voice inside me whines.

"Fine." I sigh, and start to clean again. He walks off to the helm, to steer the ship, a duty he had been neglecting since I first tried to clean.

He has been a lot nicer to me, pretty polite. A lot nicer then I would expect a pirate to be. Maybe I was just stereotyping him. Maybe he's not like any other pirate. Maybe…

Mopping is a long and boring job. To keep my mind off of it, and him I start to hum a song. A song my mother used to sing. Unconsciously, I hear myself softly singing it.

You're beautiful, that's for sure
You'll never ever fade
You're lovely, but it's not for sure
That I won't ever change

I look up to make sure that no one is paying attention. I see Jack, steering the Pearl, looking at his compass, and occasionally up at me.

And though my love is rare
Though my love is true

I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is
I don't know where my home is
And baby all I need for you to know is

I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is
I don't know where my home is
All I need for you to know is

"And all I need for you to know is what?" My heart falls to my feet. I didn't know that he was right there. "The song."

"My mother used to sing it. I don't know where she learned it." He looks at me with those eyes. Those beautiful eyes that seem to see me, but at the same time see right through me.

"Please let me hear the rest of it." He smiles.