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I guess that my head was lolling with the ship whilst I was asleep, because in the middle of the night I was woken up with a goose-egg on my left temple. I sat up and rubbed my forehead, figuring that that was the price to pay for falling asleep on a moving ship in-between two barrels.

Slowly, every muscle in my body aching, I stood. There was a major crick in my neck, that sent an excruciatingly painful shock down my neck every time I moved. I felt like I'd been run over by a money carrier. I felt like I was on a hangover. A feeling that I had only ever experienced once when Giselle had had an extremely eventful night. I had found a little too much comfort at the bottom of an empty bottle and woefully regretted it the next morning. My eyes were swollen and puffy. I had forgotten what it was like to cry, and decided that it sucked to leak from the face. I was exhausted and my large red eyes were making it difficult to see, causing me to run in to walls and un-identifiable objects every other step. I was too exhausted to care.

The complete ship was quiet, making me wonder if I was the only one up. Probably, except for Jack. What was it about him that made me have so much trouble calling him Father. I hadn't realized till now how much I wanted to say that word. When I was younger, I used to think that having my father at home would change everything. I was always holding out on him. Hoping that the man that Giselle hated so would come through the door at any second and take me away, to the sea. Since meeting Jack, all thoughts of a knight in shining amour had vanished. There is no such thing as Happy Endings. Happily ever After is what you tell Lindsey when she is crying because her mom is in the next room with yet another "Chuck". Happily Ever After is what you tell the beggar boy on the street who is slowly starving to death. Their just words. Giselle will still be a tramp and the beggar boy will still die. Jack is not the heroic father I had always dreamed about. But why was it so hard to call him father. I mean that is what he is. I guess it's because he hadn't been in my life, ever. He hadn't tried. Not that I blame him. But he left us, left me! Once again, love is betrayal.

My hammock had never looked so welcoming. It was hard to believe that less than six hours ago, I was being thrown like a rag from that very place. I looked around me at all the sleeping men. They had it easy. Sure, they were pirates, sure the government wanted them dead, but at least they had something to base their life on. They knew what was what. I'm just not sure anymore.

My eyes rested on Harrison. I had never ever in my life wanted to hurt anyone as much as I did then. It was almost scary. I felt an anger that boiled inside me. I gritted my teeth as I tried to keep from screaming. I picked up my boot from the floor and walked over to where Harrison was sleeping.

He looked gorgeous in his sleep. His brown hair framing his hair in a beautiful halo. He looked so peaceful, so free. His eyes were closed, causing him full long eyelashes to curl in a beautiful arch. I raised the boot, about to give his gorgeous tanned face a little purple. But then I looked at him again. He moved in his sleep, his arm sliding off his chest and draping over the edge of his hammock. I slowly lowered the boot. I couldn't do it. At least not while he was asleep. Slowly, my hand trembling, I reached out and picked up him hand. It was warm and soft. A shiver ran up my spine. I slowly carefully, placed his hand back on his bronzed chest. My fingers lingered on his muscular skin for only a second more before I backed away and back to my hammock.

I crawled back in to it, still holding the boot. I looked at it, asking myself why I hadn't beat Harrison's brains out there and then. He deserved it. But I knew the answer. I was falling in love with Harrison Gibbs. The thought made me want to cry, but I didn't. My eyes would already be puffy. I didn't want any of the pirates to think I was a prissy emotional girl.

I dropped the boot, dismissing the thought of love. I would never ever love anyone. As I drifted off to sleep, I had only one thought. And that was, I was going to die an old woman, free of men.

XxX

For the first time in I think a week, I was rudely awakened with Harrison's boot in my back. In fact, when I awoke, I could hear the crew on the deck. Which meant breakfast was already over, making it about eleven. I ran my fingers lightly over my eyes. They were definitely swollen. I stood up, groggily stretching. Well, I figured, If Harrison was releasing me from my line of work, In was going to re-claim my quarters. I was sick of sharing my place of sleeping with dirty gross pirates. . .and Harrison. I gathered up what little I had and carried it to my old room. After re-unpacking, I changed into some semi- clean clothes. I ran as quickly as I could, I ran to the dreaded store room, shuddering as I remembered the last nights events. But I also felt a flutter of something I hadn't ever felt before in my gut. An emotion. Love? No.

I grabbed a wooden tub, and half carried, half drug it to my room. Then I ran to the stair leading to the deck, dreading being near Harrison, but anticipating seeing him at work too. I paused at the stair, know in that I was being ridicules, I was acting like a child with a juvenile crush.

Finally I leapt up the stairs two at a time, getting it over a soon as possible. I looked around for Jack, blushing when my eyes rested on Harrison instead. My "father" was at the wheel, probably pretending to be working. I walked purposefully and boldly to him. Running head on in to anyone who didn't get out of the way.

Jack must have seen me coming because he automatically turned and left Cotton to the wheel. I faltered and felt my throat stop. Did he really hate me that badly? I told myself that It didn't matter. He didn't care about me. He left me as a child in the middle of Touruga. If I died, he wouldn't care, no that was a lie. If I died, he would hand around a couple of rounds to all his men and throw a party.

I re-gained my composure. I don't know what the sea was doing to me. I hadn't been this emotional in all my life. I continued walking, clapping a hand on his shoulder and ignoring the obvious shudder at my touch.

Jack turned, obviously understanding that I wasn't going to let him off the hook.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice expressing his obvious hatred. I swallowed the lump in my throat and began.

"I have found my self in need of water and soap." I said, fighting to keep my voice steady.

Jack raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, I don't know, I just thought that I'd have a little fun with it, you know since there are no toys here. What do you think you moron!?"

Jack harrumphed before turning and marching away.

I was going to grab his shoulder again but he grabbed my hand before it touched him.

He gave it a look before dropping it like a dirty cloth.

"There is soap in the store room and Water in the barrel in the corner." he looked like he was going to leave then, but he opened his mouth once more. H wagged his finger and gave me a look as if he were trying to put his finger on something. I felt very bad for his poor brain cells.

"Din't I tell someone to look after you, keep you out of me hair" he made an odd gesture.

"Dear captain,, I doubt that there is much that isn't in that mess that you call hair." I waved my hand dismissively.

Jack ignored the comment, turning instead to his crew.

"Gibbs!" he called.

"Yes Captain?" came two voices, one of which caused my heart to race.

"No no!" Jack waved his hand, "Not the fat one!"

Harrison stepped forward.

"Din' in I tell you to look after that?" he jutted his thumb at me.

Harrison blushed.

"Captain if I may, you told me to show her the ways of a ship, I have done that. I believe that she will not upset the sailors." he said, his head lowered.

So he was nervous around me too? Well then we probably wouldn't have a problem with bumping in to each other.

"Jack arched his eyebrows. "She's bugg'in me."

I took the opportunity to exit, grabbing a bucket of water before running down the stairs, spilling most of the water.

Once in my room, I poured the water in to the tub. I stuck my finger in to the water, surprised that it was warm. Well I guess that it was on a ship in the middle of the Caribbean.

I un-buttoned my shirt and slipped out of it, leaving only my thin under shirt. Leaning back, I dipped my head in to the water, loving the feeling of getting clean. After washing my hair to the best of my ability with the soap from the store room, I rung it out over the tub. Brushing it before proceeding to wash my clothes.

Once done, I lay on my bed, fanning my wet hair over my pillow so it wouldn't get frizzy before I put in my bandanna. I Thought about everything. As much as I hated to admit it, one thing was true.

I was in love with Harrison Gibbs

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