I do ever so apologise kind readers, for I have been swamped with University studies. But at last, the new chapter appears! I hope it does not disappoint. Kind reviews will equate to a kind reply with a sneaky preview. Enjoy my loves.

Hushed silence fell over the crew as Freya emerged from the captain's cabin practically naked. Christopher spotted the poor girl from the other side of the deck and felt horrified to see her so embarrassed. He shoved past his crew mates as the gawked at the young girls figure and rushed to her side. Slipping off his coat he slung it over her shoulders and guided her towards his quarters hastily. Taking one last look over his shoulder he stared down the men and they hurried back to work.

"Thank you." Freya murmured weakly as he closed the door behind them.

"There's no need to thank me, Miss."

Christopher ushered Freya to his bed and made her sit. "You must have greatly offended the captian."

Looking downtrodden Freya pulled his coat tighter around her. "I only spoke of this ship."

Letting out a low whistle Christopher shook his head. "Not the wisest of decisions."

Laughing quietly Freya agreed. "I've learnt that the hard way."

The pair smiled warmly at each other. Outside the crew members were bellowing loudly at one another, orders being shouted from every section of the ship. Christopher, ignoring the noise began searching through a trunk at the bottom of his bed. In only a moment piles of clothing was thrown into Freya lap.

"They might fit." Christopher said, "I've collected unclaimed clothing over the years. They're clean, I promise."

Freya lifted up a white poet's shirt, it smelled of dust. "They're perfect."

"I'll leave you to change."

Closing the door behind him Christopher remained guard at the door as Freya wiggled her way out of her bathing suit into her new attire. Tightening the belt around her waisted she called Christopher back in.

"How do I look?" She smirked, giving him a twirl.

He stood there for a moment stroking his stubble inspecting the girl. And then, an idea. Turning her around her grabbed her hair and began to plait it, tightly.

"A pirate who braids?" Freya chuckled, a little dumbfounded.

Fastening the braid with a piece of ribion serculey he let it fall. "I had 5 sisters growing up. You learn a thing or two."

"Five sisters," Freya repeated, "That must have been wonderful! I always wished for siblings."

"It was a handful for sure." His toned quietened. "I do miss them awfully."

Freya sensing the sensitive topic became unsure of what to say.

"No matter, that's the past! Now I have a crew of brothers," He said, brightening up immensely, "And a new younger sister to look after."

Freya smiled warmly and tried to push the wrinkles out of her shirt. "Thank you for the clothes Christopher, they're lovely."

"It was my pleasure, Miss."

They stood there for a moment, taking pleasure in their new formed friendship. Freya gave a silent thank you, she now felt a little less alone.

"May I ask you something, Miss?" Christopher asked timidly.

Nodding her head she encouraged him to continue.

"It's just, your accent. Your hair too. They're just so…" he trailed off, searching for the right word.

"Odd?" Freya chimed in. "Strange, foreign, unheard of and unseen?"

Bashfully Christopher smiled at his feet. "Well, yes. That's what I mean."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Freya sighed deeply.

Before Christopher could push anymore information from her, as guilty as he felt doing so, a loud bang rattled on the door. The door flew open and in strolled Captain Jack Sparrow looking as cocky as ever.

"Christopher your services are in need, lad." Gazing over to Freya direction Jack gave a loud snort of a laugh. "I see you have found clothes then, even if they don't fit."

"No thanks to you." Freya grumbled.

"Watch your mouth, lass." Jack replied before leaving the room and kicking the door closed behind him.