I know what I want

It was funny. They just stared at each other a first; sizing each other up and planning their first, for lack of a better term, attack. Jack struck first.

"So, how long have you been here?"

She laughed. "Do you know how long you've been here? Can you put a number to it?"

"I've been here two months."

"Are you sure?"

"Give or take. Really it hasn't been that hard."

"Well, days and months don't matter if you've been here as long as I have. What I can tell you is that I was twenty when I came here. I haven't aged a day." She smirked.

"Wot?"

"My turn," she said. "What's it like out there? Outside of here?"

Jack sighed. "Well, it's brighter then here that's for sure." He paused and noticed her eyes were shut. "Look, lass, I'm not going to continue if you're going to sleep through it."

"Tell me how you got off the island, Jack," she said with her eyes still shut.

"I didn't finish the other…"

She interrupted, "You weren't doing a very good job with that question."

"But if you just witnessed my life…"

She interrupted again, "I know what I saw. I want the story, Jack."

Jack sighed, knowing they both knew the story was just that: a story. But as he told it, about wading in the shallows for "all manner of sea creature" he was shocked at his own voice changing to show the excitement of the story. Even with Miss's eyes shut, he knew she was seeing every image he conjured with words. There was silence when he finished, just the even breathing of them both as she smiled to herself.

"My turn," Jack said breaking the spell over Miss. She opened her eyes, a disappointed look over her face. "Tell me your story."

Miss furrowed her brow before she spoke. "Alright, but it isn't nearly as good as yours."

"Most aren't, dear." Unlike Miss, he kept his eyes open.

"Well, first, I wasn't going after a lover. My brother had joined the Navy. We receive correspondence for a while, but then nothing. We received word that my brother's ship was attacked by pirates and that he was probably dead. My parents gave up hope, but I didn't believe it. I knew my brother was alive, but no one would listen. So I stowed away on the next ship out. Another navy ship, this is the part of the story that has stayed true no matter what version you hear. They did treat me worst then any man, Barbossa included, I've ever met. I won't go into detail here, because no one should have to hear them, let alone go through them. Well, our ship was under attack by pirates, a real mangy crew too. It wasn't long before they had blown holes in the ship and come aboard. I was slashed clear through the stomach by one. When my eyes focused for the last time, My brother was over me. He had turned pirate. 'You're alive,' I said to him. 'I'm so glad you are safe.' He looked at me, and propped my head on his lap and said, 'it's ok, Breezy. My best girl, it's ok. You don't have to look fer me no more. You can go on now.' I could see tears in his eyes. He looked so sad. A couple of his mates had come around at that time. Couldn't make out their faces. 'Who is she," one asked. 'Is this your girl?' 'No' he sniffed. 'My sister, she came to find me.' That was the last I heard and suddenly my senses started to come back and I was here." She looked as if she was holding back her tears. Jack moved slightly closer.

"So your name is Breezy, eh? Odd name really." She laughed at this.

"No, that's what my brother called me. My name is Gabrielle."

"Well that was easier then I thought."

"Not easy at all. I wanted to give you my name, didn't have to," her grinned mimicked his own.

"Well, I do know what I want, don't I?"