Lady Lithoniel: WOOT chapter two! Oh my I am just loving this story its so much fun to write I guess cause its one of my more humorous stories. Anyways On with the show

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Aileen strolled around the town taking in the sights. Meara was right, the peace and quiet was nice for a change. Suddenly a young woman bumped into her.

"Oh sorry there miss." Aileen said. The young woman was about her age, with light brown hair. Aileen narrows her eyes.

"Don't I know you?" she said and suddenly smiled, "Well I'll be Elizabeth? Elizabeth Swann?"

"How do you kn- oh goodness Aileen!?"

"The one and only." She said with a grin as the two of them embraced, "my god it's been a long time what nearly eight years now?"

"Yes, but what are you doing here and erm dressed like that?" Elizabeth said, "I though you were living with your Aunt in England."

"Well let's just say things didn't quite go as planned, I'm a privateer with my sister know we're here taking on supplies, we leave tomorrow."

"Oh you must stay with me then, so we can catch up! It's been so long and lord knows when I'll ever see you again!"

"Hmm I could do that, are you sure it's all right with your father?"

"Of course, perhaps you can come to a ceremony with me tomorrow, its likely to be dreadfully dull I'd rather have someone I could talk to."

"All right, I'll just tell the Captain where I'll be, I'll meet you outside the gates in about an hour."

"Perfect I'll be waiting!"

Aileen smiled and made her way back to the docks in time to catch the long boat heading back to the ship.

"Hey Sophie where's that sister of mine?"

"In her cabin!" the French girl called down from the rigging.

"Ah, thanks!" she said heading inside. Meara sat at her desk pouring over some maps.

"Meara, I need to talk to you."

The Captain's head shot up.

"Hmm? Oh yes sure go on I'm listening."

"You won't believe who I ran into, Elizabeth Swann!"

"Oh that girl you used to be friends with?"

"The very same, she offered me to stay with her while we're here so we can catch up, you know this is very likely the last time I see her for a very long time if ever again."

"Of course you can." Meara said with a smile.

"Ah and I'm attending a ceremony tomorrow."

"A ceremony?" Meara said raising an eyebrow.

"She said it was likely to be dreadfully dull and she wanted someone to talk to."

"Ah I like her all ready, yes go on ya have my permission."

Aileen grinned going to her own cabin to grab one of the few dresses she owned.

"Well now I'm glad I kept this bloody thing." She muttered folding it up and putting it into her satchel. She removed her weapons with a sigh, the Governor probably would disapprove. However she slipped her tiny Scottish dagger called a Sgian Dhu that her sister had given her into her boot just in case. She slung her bag over her shoulder and headed back up on deck.

"Hey there darlin' where are you heading off to in such a hurry?" a familiar voice called from up in the rigging.

"None of your business Peter!" Aileen growled, she still hadn't forgiven him for the incident that morning. The rascal in question winked at her while scaling the rigging skillfully trying to show off for her. Aileen rolled her eyes, but couldn't help a small smile slip onto her lips.

"If you don't stop showing off you're going to get hurt." She said warningly.

"Nonsense I'm as sure footed as a Billy goat and WHOA!"

As he talked he missed a step and plummeted towards the deck, but his foot got tangled in some line. Now he hung upside-down by his foot right in front of Aileen. She and most of the elder crew members rolled their eyes.

"Told you so," she said drawing her dagger, "Hold on I'm going to enjoy this."

With a swift slash she severed the rope and he tumbled onto the deck in a heap at her feet.

"Idiot." Aileen muttered sliding the dagger back into her boot before hopping over the railing into the longboat with a party who were going ashore for some leisure time while they still had it. Peter groaned and slowly got to his feet watching her go.

"A tip for ye lad, don't showoff ya won't win her that way."

Peter jumped and saw his Captain leaning on the railing nearby. She gave him a sly wink.

"Trust me mate just be yourself, if its something Aileen can't stand its people pretendin' to be something their not"

With that she walked away humming an odd tune to herself. Peter shook his head.

"Bloody women!"

Aileen grinned when she saw Elizabeth waiting for her by the gate leading up to the manor house. The two of them headed up the path talking like the old friends they were.

"So what exactly is this whole ceremony for?"

"Oh it's a promotion ceremony for the Commodore, or rather soon to be Commodore."

"Ah I see well I brought something of my own to wear, I just hope it doesn't kill me."

"I'm sure you'll survive." Elizabeth laughed as they stepped inside. Aileen's eyes widened.

"Wow, very nice place."

"Oh thank you."

"Ah Elizabeth there you are, and Aileen Hunter? My goodness you have grown." an elder gentlemen said coming down the stairs.

"Oh good day Governor." Aileen said with a humble bow.

"Well I'll let you two catch up I have some business to attend to."

With that he left. The two young women headed up to Elizabeth's room.

"Okay you have to tell me about all you adventures!" Elizabeth said, then she added somewhat wistfully, "its must be wonderful being free to do what you want, traveling the world."

"Well that may be, but its not easy Beth, being a privateer can be rough at the best of times, especially being a woman. Many people think privateers are barely a step above pirates, the traveling is nice yes, but remember we basically are pirates to everyone who isn't a friend of the King." Aileen said twirling the medallion around her neck. It was a heavy piece of gold that looked like a coin with Aztec designs. Elizabeth stared at it for a minute but said nothing.

"Well enough of my doom and gloom let me tell you about the time we were up near Dominica…"

That night Meara stood out on deck gazing up at the stars. Her second mate came and stood by her. He had been her father's first mate, as well as her brother's second.

"Somethin' wrong Cap'n?"

"No John," Meara sighed, "just a feeling."

"Well if yer anything like yer mother, which ye are, I'd trust that feeling."

Meara grinned at the elder privateer; he was like a father to her.

"Ah come on, you actually believe my Ma is fey?"

"Well she was never wrong, besides she had a mystical air about her ya have to admit."

Meara laughed at him.

"Well I suppose we'll have to wait and find out!"

Lady Lithoniel: dodges flying objects ah yes okay I know it's not my best writing, but it had to be done, I needed something to fill in the time gap! But don't worry the next chapter will be much better I swear ducks as knife is thrown hey that was uncalled for!

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