Hellooo People! I have decided that the story shall be updated, probably numerous times, on the weekends.

This chapter is hereby dedicated to (drum roll please):

NazqulQueen

My new reviewer.

p.s. Thanks.

Also for: Alenor Peredhel – I was hoping that it would be like that. Gotta keep ya on your toes!

thomthom830 – why thank you. I'm glad you decided to read it too.

Kara Adar – you'll just have to wait and see.

Yeah yeah, I don't own pirates. But I do own James.

And so, without further delay, on to the next chapter.

RUN AWAY

Chapter 4

James tried to tie the wet rope, but it kept slipping out of his hands. The Pearl had run into a storm on their way to St. Michael, and it was a bad one. Jack had decided to try and sail through it, much to the annoyance of the crew.

He finally got the rope tied and looked to Gibbs for his next instruction. There was a snap. The rope to the main sail had broken. Thinking quickly, James grabbed a new rope and began to climb the ratlines. The wind whipped at the skin on his face and arms, but he kept moving.

The broken rope was an awful long way from where was. He laid down on his stomach, took a deep breath and began to inch forward cautiously.

The wood of mast was slippery. One wrong move and he would plummet down onto the deck, most likely breaking every bone in his body. His adventure would be over before it even began. It's not like anyone will miss me. He pushed away his thoughts, focusing on the task at hand.

Soon he had reached his destination. The crew below was watching him, cheering him on. He grabbed the broken line, and began to tie it with his new one. Luckily, Jack had promoted James from mopping and put him under Gibbs' care. The old man had been teaching him how to tie different knots and when to use them. Over, around, under, around. He moved on to tie the rope to the loop on the bar. Through, around, under, up, around, through. Giving the rope an extra tug to make sure it was fastened, James' thought's moved to his next problem: getting down.

The bar was to thin to turn around on, not without some help. He spied another rope, and reached out to grab it, using it to turn. He was almost there, just a few more seconds….

He felt his hand slip from the rope. He clambered to grab on to the mast, something, anything, but it was no use.

As he fell, he had no desire to scream. He felt strangely calm, almost peaceful. It was a surprising feeling, one that he hadn't felt before. He braced himself for the impact, the bone-shattering thud. But it never came. He ended up falling into the stormy water.

"Throw him a rope you idiots!" He heard Gibbs' voice as he surfaced, gasping for air.

The rope landed near him, and he swam desperately towards it. No sooner had he grabbed it then it was pulled up, along with a breathless James.

He lay on deck, surrounded by a circle of crew members. Jack pushed through the group and stood next to him, one eyebrow raised. He stuck out his hand a helped him up.

"Good job James." He said, and walked back to the helm.

The storm soon subsided, but not without many damages to the ship. They had been blown off course, and found themselves near Port Daniels. Jack had decided that they would stop there for a few days while they fixed some things.

James was more than willing to help with the ship, but Jack insisted that he get some rest. He had practically saved everyone after all.

Okay, that was basically a filler, but it was a scene I really wanted to include so. The next chapter will reveal quite a lot about James, so be sure to read.

Since that was such a short chapter, I have decided to include a little game for you.

The first person to name the person who said this quote gets a special surprise!

"Only 2 things in this world are infinite: hydrogen and stupidity. Although I am not sure about the former."

R+R! - Chicaga