Finally I found it within myself to finish this chapter. Adjusting to a new school and stuff really took away from my writing but I'm back! For a little bit at least. Anyways, read, enjoy, and say it with me 'REVIEW'!

P.S.
To those of you that actually like reading the little story I put at the end of my chapters, I'm sorry but I could not bring myself to write one up this time. Gwen, my rat whom the skits are based on, has just grown two more tumors and I really can't afford to have them taken out. The bad part is, they're growing so fast, they're bursting through the skin and I'm afraid she may bleed to death any night now. I ask for all your prayers for her health, she's my baby and I would be devastated if anything happened to her. With that bit of depressing news said, I give you Chapter 4 of Gladly Forgetting!

Morgana found her niche in the kitchen and cleaning the living quarters, something she was used to doing in Tortuga while running her grandfather's inn. The crew liked having her around as they no longer needed to clean up after themselves. Even though she had only been working on the ship for two weeks, the crew came to think of her as one of their own.

Jack had become accustomed to waking with Morgana wrapped in his arms. He would open his eyes every morning for the soul purpose of studying her face until her eyes opened and met his gaze. She would smile at him before sleepily climbing out of the bed and heading to start her chores. He would watch her as she walked out the door trying to burn her image in his mind. This morning was different. His arms stretched out across the bed in search for her warm body. Upon finding nothing, he jolted up in bed and scanned the room. His eyes finally rested on Morgana's figure slumped, sound asleep, in the chair at his desk. Jack sighed and walked over to her. He brushed her hair back from her face and she stirred slightly at his touch. Her head nestled against his hand and he smiled to himself. He couldn't help himself; Jack pulled her close and kissed her.

Her eyes opened in shock but pleasure filled her body. He began to pull himself away but to his surprise, Morgana kissed him back. His rough hands cupped her face, tilting her head up as their tongues met. Her hands ran over his bare chest as the taste of rum and sea filled her. Suddenly she pulled away. They studied each other with heaving breaths as the lust between the two grew.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

"Don't be." she whispered, trying to push her feelings away. "But I can't do this. I could have a family out there somewhere."

"Aye, I understand." The room filled with silence. "What were you doing over here?" Jack finally said as if nothing happened between them.

"I couldn't sleep so I was just looking to see if I could find any place that seemed familiar."

"And what did ye find, lassie?"

"This," she said pointing to an area of the map. "Tortuga. It sounded so… I don't know."

"Ah, Tortuga. Means 'turtle' in Spanish. But why not direct your attention to this?" He moved her hand to an area of ocean.

"And what would be here? I see naught but open water."

"Aye, it's not a question of is there but what should be there."

"Okay then. What should be there?"

"An island." Jack flashed her his characteristic grin. Morgana looked at him and sighed at his round-about ways of getting to the point of things. "It's what be on said island that we're looking for." He fell silent and she shot him an irritated glance. "There be a treasure."

"What makes you so sure that island is really there?" He laid out a tattered map in front of her. This map had a small island plotted in the area he had placed her hand on the previous map. "Jack, this has to be a hundred years old."

"Aye!"

"Even if the island exists and you actually find it, what makes you so sure the treasure will even be there?"

"Because I am the only one who even knows about the island and/or it's treasure. Ye see, there was once a pirate captain known as Argus Drake. He terrorized ships and islands, building himself a rather large treasure quickly. Just as he put a small island to his rudder, he met with the Royal Navy and they weren't going to let him go without a fight. With his ship near sinking from the weight of gold and water pouring in from the battle, he had no choice but to dock his ship on an island. Now, ol' Argus was fatally wounded and ordered that his crew leave him on the island with his share of the gold. He got that and more. By the time they finished unloading the treasure for their dear captain, the ship had been pulled out to the sea where it sank to the bottom of the ocean. All but one of the crew died on that island. And this was his." Jack motioned to the map.

"And just how did he get away?"

"Ah," Jack said before nursing a bottle of rum. "That's a story for another day."

"You're insane. You can't just sail toward an island that--" A knock at the door interrupted her. He opened the door to find Gibbs.

"Cap'n, Long Ben just spotted an island a day's journey west. Might be Argus' island."

"You knew the story and didn't object? Gibbs, I thought of you as the most sane person on this ship." Jack flashed a cheeky smile and pulled Morgana to the top deck where the crew was buzzing about with excitement. He checked their bearings and scanned the horizon with the scope. Another smile smeared across his face as he barked orders.

"Anamaria, take us to that island! Men, be ready to go ashore by sunup! And Miss Morgana, have more faith in your captain."