here's the next chapter!

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-Bella

I awoke to an empty bed the next morning. Was it a dream? I thought. That would be improbable since I'm always having dreams about one Captain Jack Sparrow. I was about to confirm my suspicion when I heard the sound of dishes in my kitchen. I got up and wrapped my robe around me. I walked into a scene that shocked me frozen. There in my kitchen was a notorious pirate cooking me breakfast. Jack realized my presence and gestured for me to sit down. I never took my eyes off of him as I went to my seat in a slow cautious motion.

"Would ye like some grub, love?" he asked holding out a spoon full of grits towards me.

"I...uh...," I started unsuccessfully. I didn't know how to react. Finally, I just nodded.

Jack then set a bowl in front of me and poured me some grits. I didn't even know I possessed such a food in my house.

"Drink?" he asked. Again, I nodded. He then poured me a glass of milk.

"I could get used to this," I muttered under my breath. Not realizing I had said the comment out loud, I was surprised when Jack responded,

"There's only sailor's food if you come with me, darlin'."

I was embarrassed he had heard me, but glad he didn't get the meaning. I meant that I could get used to him being around, not the food. I guess that's better left unsaid for now. Jack then sat down beside me and started to eat his share in a surprisingly gentlemanly style.

"Well," Jack started, "Have ye made a decision?"

I thought for a second. Did I really want to risk my life again? Was I willingly to start anew? I then realized that I wanted a new life for quite some time. And the thought of a new life with Jack excited me even more. I took a deep breath and plunged into my response.

"Yes, Jack, I have. I am going with you. "

Jack just nodded. He was still unnervingly quiet. I had no idea what was wrong with him. I will find out later, I thought. I finished eating and went to the sink to wash my dishes. My hands were still soaking and I had nothing to dry them off of so I reached down and brushed them off on my dress. In doing so I felt an odd object in my pocket. It was the necklace. I had almost forgotten about it. I pulled it out and opened it. The most haunting melody begun to play. It sounded..familiar. Like I have heard the tune somewhere. I leaned into the counter as I listened more intently.

"Where did ye find that?" Jack said, startling me from behind. I was broken out of my trance.

"Oh, I, uh, I found it on the shore right before you came." I explained.

"Ye think its owner would be missin' it." Jack stated.

"I hope not. I sure don't want to deal with a raging Davy Jones or Calypso." I half laughed. Jack also chuckled. It was nice to see even the smallest of smiles grace his lips.

"You know," I continued, "The melody sounds awfully familiar to me, but I can't quite name where I have heard it before."

I thought hard for a few second until it hit me. It was the tune of the lullaby my mother used to sing to me.

"Oh,my," I said. This was indeed strange.

"What?" Jack inquired.

I opened the necklace again and began to sing with it as it played.

" Far away across the sea.

There's my love who waits for me.

Alone, alone our souls are lost

we pray through fate our path will cross.

In the day we seek our love

In the night we only dream of

Passion, love, and hate collide

I dream of the day to be your bride."

Jack, who earlier was listening intently to me, clapped enthusiastically and I was taken away from the song.

"Now what was that little diddy about, dearie?" He asked, seeming half interested half amused.

I scoffed slightly and shook my head.

"My mother used to sing it to me. She would sing to me when I had a bad dream and tell me all about pirates. Including you, when I was a bit older. She is the one who really got me interested in pirates and she taught me all of the songs."

"Mother's are a blessing," Jack concluded in a very out of character sad tone. I looked questionably at him, but he just shrugged it off.

"Okay, then," he changed the subject, "If we are to get going by dusk I suggest ye go back all of yer pretty little belongings so we can leave."

"I think you are right, Jack. Are you ready for another one of our insane adventures?"

"As long as fish face, bad breath, and wig stay out of it then I am all for it, love."

"You honestly couldn't come up with better nicknames for Davy, Barbossa, and Beckett?"

"My brain isn't workin' today. Now go pack before I leave yer behind on this Godforsaken island."

"Yes, Captain," I mock saluted him and went to pack my things.

Freedom, adventure, excitement, here I come.

At last.

There is chapter three :)

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-Bella