Hello everyone! I'm very sorry that this chapter took so much longer to upload then the rest of them so far. I've been super busy lately and have not had the time to sit and write :( But it is here now, as short as it is. I can now start getting into the interesting stuff after this chapter woohoo~~ All the new reviews were so lovely to read! And to answer the question a few of you have been asking about whether this is a Will/OC or a Jack/OC: It's both. Hey why not, don't give me that look. It's just a little from column A and a little from column B :) It will end up being one or the other, but I havent decided yet, perhaps you could help by leaving me ideas/opinions in a review? ;) Anywho, enjoys and I hope you're having a lovey day ^_^

"You're abandoning me?!"

"I wouldn't call it abandoning," Jack sauntered over to Freya, amused by the distress displayed on her face, "We're dropping you off at Tortuga! I'm sure a pretty little thing like yourself will find work."

Jack tapped her on the nose playfully, but she slapped his hand. On the verge of tears she turned away. Her thoughts drifted to home, of her mother. How did she get here? This couldn't be real, these pirates. She smacked her head with her palm, hoping the jolt would wake her from this strange dream.

"We can't dump her at Tortuga!" Will exclaimed, coming to the girl's defence. "She's injured and miles away from home. She doesn't even know where she is Jack."

Jack inspected Will, concern riddled his face. He had such a pure heart; Jack never understood why he chose a life of piracy.

"Will..." Jack began.

"No Jack," Will cut him off, "You know what happens to girls like her in that port!"

Jack brought his attention back to the girl. She faced away from them, her crimson tresses caught in the ocean breeze. The white shift she wore danced around her figure. As if on cue she gazed over her shoulder at Jack, her innocent eyes screaming for mercy. His heart went out to her, but only for a moment.

"I'll send you off with some gold. You can buy passage back to this 'Australia' of yours."

Will went to protest, but Freya stopped him.

"I understand." She kept her eyes down, "You saved my life, I couldn't ask for anything else."

Jack gave a quick nod and walked away, not wanting to look upon the poor girls face.

I'm doing the right thing, he thought. A young girl like her shouldn't throw her life away for piracy.

Will and Freya stood alone on deck, eyes locked. Completely tongue-tied Will shifted his weight awkwardly. He opened his mouth, ready to apologise, but Freya raised a hand.

"You don't have to say anything." She smiled gently, "I'm still hoping this is just a dream."

With one step he closed the distance between them. Looking down at the girl he tenderly placed a hand on her shoulder. "I wish I could tell you it was, but I've always been an awful liar."

Freya chuckled at that, a small smile brightening her features.

Then out of the blue came a shout so loud it made the couple jump apart. A deafening snap rang through the air followed by a swoosh as a section of the ships sail broke and came flying towards Freya.

"Watch out!" Will cried, rushing forward and tackling her to the ground.

With a thud the pair landed on the deck, hard. Breathing heavily Freya lay unmoving pressed up against Will's chest, his sturdy arms embracing her. They glanced at one another, their limbs entwined. Freya felt her heart skip a beat, a strange and foreign feeling burning inside her. Hastily Will pulled his hands away, letting go of her and sitting upright.

Chaos continued on deck as the crew ran around trying to catch the broken sail. Amongst it all a young man, with locks so golden it mirrored the sun's rays with an iridescent glow, came sprinting towards Freya. Coming to a holt in front of her he thrust out his hand, offering it to her.

"You' alright miss?" he asked anxiously. "I'm so sorry, that was entirely my fault."

Still a little shaken Freya placed her hand in his and was pulled up quickly from the ground.

"Are you hurt miss?" Worry filled his cobalt eyes as he spoke.

She shook her head, "No, I'm fine. Thank you."

The man gave off a sigh of relief, wiping away the sweat from his brow. "I'm Christopher."

Just as Freya was about to reply the sail swung back around, heading straight for them. Moving quickly she side stepped, grasping into a loose piece of rope and threw all her body weight against it. Slowing down its swing she pulled it towards the railings, her small hands making quick work of a complicated knot. Satisfied she stepped back, wiping her dirty hands on her clean, white shift. Turning around she found half the crew standing there, their jaws hanging open, with Jack front centre.

"How did you do that?" He asked, stunned.

Freya scanned the crowd of men, each more grubby and worn then the next. She shrugged her shoulders before answering. "My father was a fisherman. He taught me a thing or two."

Jack's lips curled into a seductive smile, "Looks like I might have room for you on my ship after all."