Dawn had come for the Caribbean Sea. Bright streaks of red, pink and orange slowly overcame the dark blue and purple of the twilight sky. The sun itself began to peek out of the horizon, and its brilliant rays already shined brightly and began to warm the air. A ship, charred as black as coal sailed along crystal blue waters, making hardly a dent in the waves. Two men stood resting against the railings of its quarterdeck, both as worn as the vessel they resided upon. The crew moved around busily below them, unaware of the wild tale being told by their captain.

"And then they made me their chief."

The captain shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly at his quartermaster. Filled with scepticism his friend only shook his head and laughed.

"Jack, you don't actually think I'll-"

Stopping mid sentence, the man became distracted by something on the waves.

Floating a short distance away was driftwood burning brightly. The crimson flames danced on the debris so fluidly it almost seemed as if it was managing to burn, but flow in the water. Tapping his friend on the shoulder he pointed out at wreckage.

"Is that a fire on the water?"

The captain peered down to where the man was pointing, squinting his eyes for a better look. He too saw the flames, but noticed something else on the remains.

"MAN OVER BOARD!" he shouted, waving his hands frantically in the air, catching the attention of his crew. The bunch of men rushed to the side of the boat to get a better look. When spotting the body they all broke out with frenzied outcries as their captain yelled orders. Without a second thought the quartermaster stripped off his jacket, boots and hat. Climbing up onto the railing he took a deep breath before plunging into the sea.

Aboard the ship the crew were still running around like headless chickens, completely unaware of their comrade who just dived off its edge. Quickly preparing the longboat the men hoisted it into position, ready to drop into the water.

"Will?" The captain shouted, scanning through the crowd.

Unable to spot his quartermaster amongst the bandits his gaze was dragged out to the open water. In the distance he caught a glimpse of a strapping, young man propelling himself through the sea. Rolling his eyes he signalled to his crew to pull back the boat.

"You've always got to be the hero, don't you Will?"

Out in the water Will finally reached the driftwood, only then noticing that it wasn't on fire.

It was hair, hair that was somehow the colour of flames.

Hastily he rolled the body over, praying to find a pulse. Pushing the crimson hair back of their face he was shocked to discover the delicate features of a young girl. He pressed his fingers into her neck and let out a sigh of relief when finding a pulse. Pulling the fragile girl into his arms he turned around just in time to see the charcoal vessel pull up beside them, its captain leaning over the railings.

"The net's coming down!" a voice bellowed from above.

Plummeting down from the ship the net splashed into the water. Clutching tightly onto the unconscious girl, Will swam over to the net, dragging the both of them onto it.

"Hoist us up!"

The crew heaved with all their might and slowly began to raise the two of them out of the water. Will looked down at the girl that he cradled in his arms; she was so pale. He ran his hands through her fiery hair, mesmerised how it shone in the morning light. Blood began to stream down from her hairline, the gash camouflaged amongst her claret locks.

The pair were hauled onto the deck to shouts and yelling. Surveying the situation Jack was stunned to see a girl in Will's arms, her hair the colour of wine.

"She's hardly breathing, Jack." Will said, his entire body shaking.

Throwing himself down across from his quartermaster, Jack grabbed the girl out of his arms. Laying her carefully on the deck he breathed in deeply before bringing his lips down to hers.

After a few breaths Jack pulled back and banged on her chest.

"Come on lass, cough it up."

Just as he was about to bring his lips back down again water exploded out of her mouth and onto the deck. Coughing up the sea water violently the girl rolled to her side in pain.

Will turned to the crew with urgency in his voice, "Don't just stand there, get her a blanket!"

All of the men ran off at once.

Bringing his attention back to the girl, she was whimpering. He went to reach out, to calm her when he noticed something odd about her.

Her clothing.

She was wearing practically nothing, just some strange undergarments which showed more skin then he had ever seen on a woman before.

Jack too had noticed, his eyes lingering on her bare flesh. Her clothing clung to her tightly, hugging the curve of her hips.

Struggling to open her eyes the girl mumbled to herself and reached out clasping the nearest object; Will's hand.

"It's alright." He whispered, pushing her wet hair from her eyes.

One of the crew members scurried over to them, blankets in hand. Will lifted the girl off the ground as Jack took the blanket and wrapped it around her shivering body.

"Take her to my cabin."

Surprised, Will stared at Jack. "YOU'RE cabin?"

"Aye! Are you going deaf, mate?"

Will shook his head. "No, it's just that you never let anyone-"

"Take her now before I change my mind." He spat with sudden venom.

Nodding once Will scooped up the girl and hurried off towards the cabin.