Kia's POV

I dreaded the next morning when I knew I would have to face Jack. Yet, despite my hunch that he would confront me, he didn't. Instead, he pretended that nothing had ever happened and we were back to normal. In fact, he seemed to ignore me.

When we passed in the hall with me on my way to get something, and he headed above deck, he didn't make a snide or rude comment nor did he stare at my ass.

I don't think we would have had any contact whatsoever were it not for that afternoon's events. At around three o'clock the fog rolled in. It was so bad we could barely see ten feet in front of the ship.

I was working the ropes when the cabin boy—who was washing the deck—flung his mop behind him, hitting me face on with water that was clean, thank god. I was still annoyed, though. "Hey!" I shouted at him, making him nearly jump out of his skin. "What the hell was that?"

"Sorry ma'm!" he said nervously.

"Fine…" I said, but was still slightly ticked off. "Carry on…"

I took off my glasses, grabbed a towel, and dabbed at my wet face, making sure to wipe away the streaks of kohl beneath my eyes. I cleaned off my glasses as well and held them out to check inspect for smudges and streaks. In them, I could see the fog behind me. Then there was a faint figure that grew larger and larger the longer I watched it. I whirled around and saw a ship approaching quickly on our right side.

Immediately, I yelled, "Ship! She's coming up on our starboard!"

"Is she friendly?" shouted Jack from the opposite end of the ship.

"Can't tell. Too foggy," I replied.

"Men! Armed and ready!" belted Jack. I gave him an evil glare. "And women," he added.

We all drew our swords and those of us—including me—who had daggers and guns and other weapons drew those too. As the ship drew up next to us we could tell it was a raid. Everyone on the opposed ship was fully armed and holding a rope they were no doubt going to use to mount our ship. When they were in range, they flew onto the ship, attacking us viciously.

I took on a scrawny but agile little man who I killed in a short while. I felt guilty about taking his life, but I didn't have enough time to feel too bad. I was trying to make my way to where Jack and the captain were sparring. I was quite curious as to why we had been assaulted and why.

On the way, I fought several other people, killing most of them. I nearly died at the hands of a big, burly man who had gotten the upper hand in our duel. Just as he was about to make the final move, Mr. Gibbs came running by, knocking out my opponent with the handle of his sword. I yelled a quick "Thanks!" at him and rushed onwards.

When I reached Jack and the mystery captain they were in fierce combat, swords flying. It looked as if Jack's rival had used his one-shot pistol—for it lay on the deck, useless. Jack, however, had a gun in his left hand, prepared to use it.

I ran up the steps and was going to join in when Jack somehow twisted the sword out of the other man's hand. He held up his pistol and cocked it menacingly.

"Tell your men to drop their weapons," ordered Jack.

Reluctantly, the man bellowed, "Gentlemen! Arms down!"

Surprised to see their captain defeated, the men from their other ship let their swords and guns clatter to the floor.

"Now, what did you say your name was?" asked Jack, still holding the fun in the air.

"CaptainJack Locke," he said, emphasizing the "Captain" like Jack did.

"Well, Captain Locke, I'd like to know why you've chosen to attack this fine ship."

"Like hell you would," spat Locke. There was something strange about the way he spoke. He had a refined elegance to his speech. But that wasn't important at the moment, so I shoved the thought to the back of my mind and focused on the situation at hand.

"I don't think you're in a position to act like that," warned Jack.

"I'll do what I please, no matter the position." I'll do what I please? That doesn't sound much like a pirate, I thought.

Jack gave a sigh. "If you don't cooperate, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to kill you."

"Fine then," said Locke, spreading his arms out. "Kill me. I'm calling your bluff." His gaze shifted for a second from Jack to me, making my heart skip a beat.

"Stop!" I screamed as Jack cocked his gun one final time. I jumped between Jack and Locke, each stunned by my actions. "Don't kill him," I half begged.

"And why shouldn't I? What has he ever done for us except attempt to rob and kill us?" shot back Jack furiously.

"Just listen to me for a second… Jack." He was so astonished that I hadn't called him "Sparrow" he couldn't say anything. I used that to my advantage.

"Jack," I repeated. "You can't kill him. He's not who he says he is. He's…"

Haha! A cliffhanger! Sorry but I had to it, guys. Also, I'm sad to say it may be a long time before I get the next chapter out. I need to write the main part of another story I plan on writing while I can. Plus, I haven't figured out the next part. Hopefully, I'll have a big burst of inspiration and write more, but it's unlikely. As well, I apologize for the shortness of this chapter; I had no other stopping point.