Ello!!!! Sorry it took a while to update but I was gone on vacation for five days, so yeah. This chapter isn't the as long as the one before, but that's a okay! Enjoy and please review, it means a lot!

Disclaimer: Do not own POTC, but I do own Bella and Oliver(you'll see who he is in this chapter!)

Chapter Two

I spent the next few days at sea staying hidden amongst the crew, I learned loads. It was amazing how much I understood and I've never been to sea a day in my life. The only thing that was nipping at my heels was that I was afraid of being caught. What do they do to stowaways? Shot them, throw them overboard, fed them to a pool of blood thirsty sharks, the list could go on and on.

I was scrubbing the deck with a bucket and a rag that a man with a plump belly and gray hair plopped into my arms. I couldn't think of anything else to do with it but to wash the deck as I've seen the others do as well. I was down on my hands and knees scrubbing portions of the deck at a time, I was down to a rhythmic pattern, stretch and back, side to side, stretch and back. The words were playing themselves in my mind in automatic, but then the pattern was broken by the sound of angry voices. I lifted my head up to get a clear view of my surroundings, there was a man (that by what he looked like was clearly the captain.) and there was a scrawny looking man…actually he looked more like a boy. His hair was a deep brown and thrown out of his eyes which made him look like he was a lost puppy.

The Captain was yelling and vigorously trashing his finger in multiple directions, clearly the boy had done something wrong, because even the crew members were shaking their heads in dismay.

Everything seemed so…silly, as to yell and scream over a mistake that could easily be fixed in the blink of an eye. Whenever I did something wrong at home, my mother simply told me what I did was wrong and told me to fix it, she didn't raise her voice or threaten me. Just the thought made me want to laugh out loud, I tried my best to restrain myself but a short chortle escaped from my lips. I quickly took my focus off the mob of people in front of me and sang my rhythmic pattern in my mind once again, Stretch and back, side to side, stretch and back. I thought to myself if I continued what I was doing maybe they wouldn't notice me, but I don't think I was that lucky. The yelling came to a halt and I felt pairs of eyes piercing the back of my neck.

This was it, I was done for. I could already see my body submerged in the depths of the ocean with sharks circling me with a malice grin plastered on their faces. As I was thinking of this a pair of boots appeared right in front of my eyes. I took a deep breath and made my eyes follow the legs up to the face that was glaring down on me. I was petrified under his glower, he gestured for me to stand. I tried my best to stable myself on my quivering legs, but I eventually got there. "May I ask your name?" The Captain asked, his eyes still fixed upon my face.

My mind panicked, I didn't think of a fake name before, I found myself scolding me for not being prepared for a situation like this one that was lying before me. I hastily corrected myself and searched my brain for a name, "My name is Roger." It seemed simple and easy to say, but my voice was all but convincing it unfortunately cracked right after Roger. I glanced around nervously, was I imagining my cracked voice or did no one notice at all?

The Captain nodded, "I see…Roger, was there something funny earlier?" He asked, putting a certain emphasis on my "name".

I shook my head too afraid to speak. After all my voice is exceptionally more famine then theirs.

The Captain nodded once again seemingly satisfied with my response, only he didn't seem satisfied at all. He seemed to be thinking about something, he was very engrossed in his thoughts. Confused by this I glanced around quickly to pick up emotions from the crew, but they too were in the same thought mode as the Captain. Maybe they were planning the worst and most gory death they could think of for me. I couldn't imagine anything worse then the sharks, they alone frightened me to no end. The Captain finally spoke, "Roger have you always been on this crew?" He asked thoughtfully, the crew murmured behind me apparently discussing something.

"No, I came aboard in Tortuga…sir." I replied in my "manly" voice.

"Umm… interesting." He placed his finger upon his chin, which was decorated with multiple different rings. "What are your intentions on this ship?"

Nothing came to mind, what do pirates do? Besides drinking, sleeping with wenches and pillaging…I couldn't really think of anything else. "I am in search of a family member." It wouldn't hurt to tell them the truth and besides maybe they knew him, all I had to do was tell them my last name.

"Family? Family." He and the crew started laughing, I had no idea why. "Good luck finding them boy, but as long as you're on this ship you follow under my command, savvy?"

I nodded my head the flaps of my hat going along with it.

"Welcome aboard… Roger." Yet again he put that certain emphasis on my name, but I didn't care they weren't going to shot me or feed me to the sharks he was inviting on their ship! I had the sudden adrenaline rush to wash the deck once again, stretch and back, side to side, stretch and back, only it was becoming a song that I enjoyed. I could wash this deck forever, with the sun glowing down on me, the sea lapping against the ship and the humming of the crew as they chimed together in a familiar tune; it was the most perfect day I could imagine.

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That night I wallowed on deck enjoying the brisk breeze on my cheeks, now I didn't have to be afraid about being caught. They didn't know I was a girl, they might suspect something of me but I didn't care. They would never figure it out at least not as I am concerned. Suddenly I saw a figure come up beside me, "Nice night isn't it?"

I turned my head in its direction; it was the boy from earlier today. The one that was being scolded, "Oh, yes." I replied being careful to place my manly voice on.

We stood there for minutes without saying a word, it was nice. I felt like I didn't have to worry about what I said, it didn't really matter to me at the moment. Finally he broke the silence, "How old are you? You seem too young."

"I am only fifteen, but why would you care you don't look any older then me?" I was surprising myself, usually I didn't talk to strangers too openly before, I guess I never really talked to anyone.

He just smiled, "That is right, but I am still older then you."

"How much older?"

"A year."

"Ohhh…that makes a big difference. What's your name anyway?"

"My name is Oliver, but most people, and when I mean people I mean the crew, just call me Ollie."

I laughed at his sense of humor, "So, if I may ask? What brings you on the ship?"

His face suddenly turned sullen, "Umm… my mother and I live here and my father is… he a…" I deeply regretted asking the question, seeing him like that only made it worse.

"I'm sorry you don't have to finish, I understand." I only realized just then that my manly voice had left and I found my hand absently placed on his arm as a sign of comfort. Oliver looked at me confused and a little scared; I quickly took my hand away and tried to think of the best thing to say. But right when I opened my mouth an unexpected breeze came and lifted my hat into water. My auburn curls were released from their confinement and bounced freely on my shoulders.

I gasped and my hands flew up to my hair as if to hide my curls beneath them. I stared at Oliver whose eyes were wide and his expression was one of shock, I suddenly wished that I was beneath the waves with the blood thirsty sharks; it seemed like the only dissent place right now.

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I know that was kinda sudden for someone to find out about her already but it was too hard to resist! Please review!!! Thanks for reading!