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And I'm sure that you all know by now that I shouldn't gamble and I don't own Captain Jack Sparrow or any other CHaracters from the movies.

I woke up the next morning to see a pair of brown eyes staring at me.

"Good morning miss. The cap'n sent me to get you."

"Call me Isabel." I sat up and extended my hand.

"Edward." The boy shook my hand.

"Where is the captain?"

"At the helm mi-Isabel."

I stood up and followed Edward to the helm. Jack was there waiting for me.

"Finally up love?"

I nodded my head and looked out to the sea. My peace was soon interrupted by a certain blonde haired, blue eyed man coming up to the helm.

"Isabel! I'm so glad you're back," Thomas said as he hugged me. I cautiously hugged him back, the images of my horrible nightmare still etched in my mind.

"It's good to be back."

"You there, cabin boy. Don't you have something you need to be doing?" Jack barked at him.

"Yes captain, sorry captain." Thomas nearly tripped down the stairs leaving the helm.

I crossed my arms and looked at Jack before saying, "You didn't have to be so mean, you know."

I didn't give Jack time to reply before I went to go find Elizabeth. Instead I ran into Edward.

"Ow!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Edward!" I leaned over to help him up. He grabbed my hand and stood up. As he stood up I noticed his shirt was ripped.

"Oh! Your shirt is ripped. You must let me fix it."

"Oh, it's not that big of a deal. I'll just go find another shirt."

"Please let me fix it? I feel absolutely awful for knocking you over."

"Well, I'll bring it to you later once I find another shirt."

"It will only take me a couple minutes to fix it, so you can just give it to me now and sit and wait while I fix it."

"I can't do that. I must have a shirt."

"I think you'll be just fine for a couple minutes without one."

"No, you don't understand." Edward looked around to see if anyone else was there before grabbing my arm and dragging me to the cargo hold.

"Ouch! You don't have to pull my arm off. What are we doing down here?"

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course. But I don't see why a hole in your shirt is any reason for you to tell me a secret."

Edward looked around again before beginning to talk.

"Well, I'm not actually a boy. I'm a girl."

"Ha. So really, what is your secret?"

"Really." Edward took off his hat letting his hair down and then lifted up his shirt to show binding around his chest. Well, I suppose it would be her hat and hair and chest.

She put her shirt back down and her hat back on her head.

"My real name is Irene Smithson. But no one else aboard this ship must know."

"Well why not? It's not like there isn't any other women on this ship."

"It has nothing to do with that. No one must know that I'm a Smithson because they will probably try to kill me for my father's mistakes. He was a gambler, and owes many people money. Very few people actually liked my father."

"Oh. Well, your secret's safe with me. I promise I won't tell a soul."

"Good. So I will bring you my shirt later for you to fix it then?"

"Sure."

With that Irene left. I left the cargo hold to continue my search for Elizabeth.

Once I reached her cabin I knocked on her door. A weak voice replied, "Who is it?"

"Isabel."

"Come in."

I opened the door to see Elizabeth kneeling over a bucket of vomit. I rushed over to hold her hair up as she vomited again.

"What's the matter? Sea sickness?"

"No, I think it's something else." Elizabeth barely finished speaking before turning to the bucket again.

Hmmm, what does Elizabeth think she's sick with? Sorry, couldn't resist ending on a cliffhanger. Review! Let me know all the goods and the bads