Here is Ch5, just reminding everyone that I don't own any characters, I do however own Charlotte and any relative of her!!! thanks SO much for reading!! and please comment giving feedback or suggestions, I would love to hear your thoughts, I have written up to Ch15 but I am going through chapters at the moment!!!

5: Caribbean Conversations

The Caribbean Sea was calm, as the sun set on the horizon. A vast amount of colours could be made from the sun as it hit the ocean, reflecting its beauty onto the waters surface. The yellows and the oranges created, gorgeous shades of green against the blue water. And gentle breeze blew through the air, picking up the salty smell of the ocean and carrying it across to the ship with black sails.

Jack steered his beloved Black Pearl towards the sunset. Gibbs climbed up the stairs to the helm and stood next to his captain.

"I see that the young lass is getting better" started Gibbs.

Jack looked at him, knowing he was trying to get somewhere with the conversation.

"Yep…" Jack mumbled, paying full attention the sunset.

"Shes a pretty one, I must say that Captain"

"Yep…"

"Must have been horrible for her, being a slave"

"Mmmhmm…" mumbled Jack, again.

"Captain… I was just curious as to why you bought her. She's a slave; there are plenty to be bought. I just don't understand why we need one. We have a good amount of crewmembers as it is."

"What are you trying to say Gibbs?" asked Jack, looking away from the sun and at his first mate.

"Why her?"

"Because I seen the look in her eyes" he began, looking back at the sun. "She was imprisoned in a world that she didn't deserve. I could see she needed to be set free. And…." He stopped.

"And?"

"And I could give her, her freedom."

I had woken well over an hour ago and found myself getting lonely. I knew what it felt like to be isolated, with no one to talk to, but I had people to talk to. So I decided to go back out on deck. I found a brush in a draw next to Jack's bed. Even though I'd brushed my hair, it still remained a light brown colour. I could hardly remember what it looked like to be blonde, it was so long ago.

"Jack…" continued Gibbs. "I know your trying to help the poor lass out, but she's scarred. A little bit of care isn't going to change her."

Jack stayed silent.

"Who knows what she's been through, how many men have owned her. Someone who's been through hell like she has doesn't open up."

"There's always hope" Jack commented.

"Not for what you want"

Jack gave Gibbs a puzzled look.

"You want her to trust you. I'm sorry Captain, but I hardly doubt she'll ever trust another man again. Remember what Tia Dalma said, 'what vexes all men?'"

"Time and tide" he replied, ignoring what he said about what vexes men. What if Gibbs was right? Thought Jack. Maybe Charlotte had gone through too much to trust someone. But there was something about her that Jack couldn't shake. The unusual feistiness that she displayed when he first seen her, she'd managed to get enough energy to show it, even for her circumstances. She had to be who he thought she was though. She wasn't named after her father though; maybe she wasn't who he thought she was.

Gibbs was about to speak again, when Charlotte appeared. She walked up the stairs to the helm and gave a slight smile to them both.

"Miss Charlotte" said Gibbs. "Shouldn't you be resting?"

"I should, I know." I blushed. "I was getting bored in there. And the ocean always looks so beautiful at this time of day" I answered.

"Aye, that it does" answered Gibbs.

"I'll go back and rest soon." I said walking past them both, to the side of the ship. I stood there staring out at the sea. Gibbs walked back down to the rest of the crew, and I felt bad for interrupting. Gibbs clearly didn't want me to hear the rest of their conversation. I looked out at the ocean. I couldn't help but smile, and then I felt someone watching me. I turned and seen Jack looking at me.

"Good to see you can walk" he commented.

"Course I can walk, my legs aren't broken you know" I said smartly. Even though what I'd been through I had always been confident in my speech. I guess I got that from my dad, something he was proud of.

"Where'd that smart remark come from?" he asked curiously with a smile.

I gave a small laugh. "I dunno, here and there".

"You have good sea legs, I meant to say. And beautiful smile" he said.

I blushed and turned back to the sea, I thought about what Jack had just said.

"Its been a long time since I smiled ya know?" I said, honestly turning back to Jack. "I'd forgotten what its like to laugh. I have you to thank for that."

"You have nothing to thank me for" he said sincerely.

"Are you kidding I thought I'd never be free. I'd lost all hope." I said feeling tears grow in my eyes. Jack must have sensed I was upset. I held in the tears though.

"Well then you'll have to run into handsome pirate captains more often then won't you now?" he said with a cheeky grin.

I smiled. "Who said you was handsome?" I joked.

"What are you kidding? Come on… you don't think I'm attractive?"

"I think you're a little full of yourself, that's what I think" I said cheekily. I started to walk over to him. I felt a wave of dizziness; my body was still very weak.

"Well what do I have to do to get you to change your mind?" he asked playing along to this so-called game.

"Hmm…" I said, pretending to think. "I'd need a lot to drink," I giggled.

"That can be arranged ya know." He must have noticed me closing my eyes trying to shake the dizziness off. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Mmm… just still bit giddy. I might go and sit back in the cabin"

"Ok" he said concerned.

I made my way down from the helm into Jack's cabin. I smiled as I thought about Jack's conversation ran back through my mind. I lay on the bed resting. 'Handsome pirate captain', that he is, I thought.

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