Sorry I haven't updated this in SO long, I just sort of feel like no one's reading it (which I'm probably right about, but oh well). And I've still got a ways to go before I want to finish it. *sigh* But at any rate, I might just try to finish the rest of it as fast as possible since I'd like to actually finish one of the stories I've started for a change!

Oh, and I've gotten well into a couple other stories that I think are probably overall much better than this one. I've got a Harry Potter and Batman one, so as soon as I finish this one those will be out (maybe even sooner). =]

When I woke up that morning, I had that strange feeling you get after having a dream that was so realistic, it felt real. I knew it was a good one, but the subject of the dream in question was fuzzy. I sat up in bed, full of a dizzying sense of déjà-vu, and suddenly remembered what my dream was about. It was Jack. I couldn't recall what about Jack, but he was in it somehow, and that fact disturbed me.

I climbed the stairs to above the ship, and approached Jack as he stood behind the wheel, looking out on the sea. His compass which didn't point north lay open on his palm. I had always been intrigued by that compass, so while his gaze was fixed ahead, I crept under his arms and snatched it out of his hand. He twirled around clumsily to face me. Drunk, I thought. As usual.

"Kia, that's—"

"What's the point of having a compass that doesn't point north?" I said.

"It's no fun being like everyone else, is it? Besides, this particular compass can do oh so much more than that." He leaned—well, swayed is more like it—into me and said in an attempted mysterious tone, "It points to whatever you want most in the world."

I snorted. "That's impossible."

"Try it."

"Fine," I grumbled.

I held it in front of me, using my other hand to keep Jack from seeing it and found the needle pointing straight ahead. I looked up at Jack's face. Then back down. Then up. Finally I snapped it shut.

"Just remembered what I was going to tell you," I said, handing it back. "How long before we get to Isla de Indicios? Last time I checked we were supposed to be there a week ago."

He grimaced. "We were set off schedule. Stopping to raid the other ship ended up making us go in the wrong direction for a while, and what with the winds against us… We should be there soon."

"How soon?"

"It's the sea, luv." His eyes turned to the horizon in front of him.

"Which means…?"

He ignored me.

I rolled my eyes and started to walk away, when unexpectedly, my feet seemed to turn themselves around and force me to return to Jack.

"Last night…" I said impulsively. Damn, I thought after the words had left.

No answer.

"Jack?"

"Yes, luv?" he said.

The part of me that was still sane screamed at me to get out while I still could.

"Last night?" I said. Turn around. Walk away. Turn around. Walk away. Turn around...

"What about last night?"

Just walk away goddamn it! I shouted at myself.

"Last night meant nothing, you know that, right?" He kept silent and simply allowed me to destroy myself. "It's not like it could possibly mean anything whatsoever to someone like you anyways, so why should I even bother telling you that." I ranted. "And besides why would your caring matter to me at all? I don't care what you think. I shouldn't. Not to mention, nothing even happened, I mean it was just a…" I trailed off. "I doubt you even have feelings. Do you? Cause I can't bloody tell. I mean, you don't love anything? How could you? You don't care about anybody but yourself."

"That's not true," he said. "I love the sea very much."

I sighed. "And as usual I was right," I murmured to myself. "Just get us to that island."