I'm sorry this update took so long I just have a spell of writers block at the minute and am struggling to find inspiration to write any more of this. Any suggestions/comments/feed back is greatly appreciated and it may help me continue, so this could end up being my last chapter of this story so thank you for reading! SingeyLovexx

Chapter 6

"What? Do I have something on my face?" I asked swiping at the edges of my mouth,

"No love you look amazing, like a proper pirate. I like you hair like that by the way." smiled Jack at me like a proud Father, who just taught me to ride a bike, I turned to Will eagerly ignoring the fact that he was clinging on to the sail beam.

"Do you like it Will?" I said giving a twirl so that he could see the full extent of my transformation.

"No" he said bluntly my ear to ear grin drained leaving me feeling hollow and worthless, I slowly walked over to the barrel on the far side of the deck and was lost in my thoughts and feeling of rejection, until I was quickly snapped out of myself by the slam of Will's body hitting the deck, I looked up and then slowly walked over to the stairs to my room.

I was slowly trudging back to my new place of isolation, my new room when Will grabbed my wrist spinning me back into him. "Will please let me go," I pleaded he refused to let me go until I listened to what he had to say, which I guess I had no choice other than to listen.

"Lids, I honestly did not mean to hurt you when I told you that I didn't like your knew appearance, but what I meant to say is that it suits you but I don't agree, as I think that you are a lady and you should like one. Not a filthy pirate."

"Me a lady?" I scoffed "I never have been one and I probably shall never be one!"

" You've always looked like a perfect lady to me" he told me shyly, making me blush all the way up my neck, I just wanted to pull him in by the collar of his shirt and kiss those teasing lips. I was a teenager and I wanted to have life like one, but never could I speak round Will I was too shy never mind to kiss him.

"Where did you get this?" he asked me fingering the emerald around my neck

"I was given it in a letter by my father... It was my Mothers she left it to me ... she wrote a letter to me for when she died, and she told my father to give it to me when I was ready." All of my emotions spilled out and I was crying, hard.

"Oh Lids" he murmured to me soothingly pulling me into his chest cooing to me and rubbing my back soothingly, which made me cry harder leaving a great wet patch on his shirt, he cradled me holding me and it was all perfect, minus the fact that I was crying over my dead Mother this is the way it felt like it should be, Will and I facing the world together one step at a time, me in Will's arms.

Then I thought that I needed to be more independent as fairly soon we would be finding Elizabeth, "I don't need you Will, and I most definitely don't need your pity" I cried angrily pushing myself out of his arms, my mood swings shocked him he was just stood there blank faced and confused I marched back to my cabin and slammed the door behind me. As I stormed into my room kicking my wardrobe angrily as I passed it, I realised that being cold and harsh was my defence mechanism my way of shutting him and the rest of the world out , in order to keep my heart safe and try not to have it broken. I knew I was never going to win him over and I more than ever wanted to go home and run the shop, I wanted to feel wanted with the sad looks Norrington used to give me wishing I was of his class so we could wed but mostly I wanted my father and his nurturing soft words and advice.

I flopped down on the bed facing the wrong way letting my tears drip slowly onto the discoloured mattress as I had stripped the bed earlier just watching each lone tear drip down my nose until I drifted off into a troubled sleep.

"Tortuga everyone off!" my head shot up and my neck cracked, I sat up more slowly now rubbing it, I then turned to realise that the noisy shouter was in fact one Jack Sparrow stood smirking in my doorway.

"Jack can I stay here and ...guard the ship?" I couldn't think of a better excuse and I knew that if the ship was attacked I wouldn't be able to do a thing to stop it, Jack clearly read my mind:

"Love you know that your hiding from dear William is not going to solve anything. You'll have to leave eventually. Plus you are more likely to get killed than kill anyone trying to steal the ship, and darling this place isn't like most ports." He said gesturing wildly with his hands he then muttered under his breath:

"Most are too drunk to get to the dock." Before I even attempted to leave the room I looked at my reflection in the dressing table mirror, and I wasn't content on my reflection my hair was dirty and limp, my eyes were puffy and red from crying and I was getting scrawny from my lack of appetite. My whole body posture became stiff and I stormed out though my head was down which made Jack notice my weakness and the extent at which I was going downhill, I was becoming thinner and more depressed by each day and nothing was seeming to stop it.

I strode off the Interceptor my defence mechanism now kicking in: look strong when you are at your weakest and nobody can hurt you anymore. I told myself things like that as I thought I would become invincible but it just made me more vulnerable as nobody could see the extent to which I was hurting. I hated Tortuga more than anywhere else I had ever been in my life it had the components to make me miserable: dirt (mud mainly but the people were no less than that there), wenches, drunks, fights, and rowdiness. I just wanted to go back but Jack was stood behind me in case I tried to make a run for it. As soon as Will saw me he began to argue with Jack as to why I shouldn't be there and how it wasn't "the right environment" for me to be in.

Mean whilst some dunked fool was snaking his slimy arms round my waist and whispering obscene words in my ear, it was only for when I pulled my newly acquired pistol out of my belt and told the idiot to back off, (well screamed at him to) did Jack and Will notice my situation . Will rushed to my side and grabbed my hand making my heart skip a beat until I wrenched it out of his grasp, he took hold of it once again and gave me a look to tell me that I wasn't going to be able to shake him free.

"Where did you learn how to fire a pistol anyway?" Will asked me incredulously

"I didn't fire it" I replied "I don't even know how to load the damn thing!" I cried like trying to prove my innocence. To this Will gave a hearty laugh and said

"I think its Jack you'll need to help you with that"

Why was it that wherever I went I was the attraction to dirty, perverted pirates? I came to the conclusion that I just had a knack for attracting danger.

After Jack acquired a cane , got slapped by several wenches and we had pulled a smelly, old man out of a pig sty we headed off to one of the local taverns by the name of the Faithful bride. When Will wasn't keeping a close eye on my Jack bought me a rum, I was delighted to try the stuff and took a huge gulp of it just as Will turned around after fighting off another hopeful wench. His expression changed from shock that I had it, to anger that Jack had given it to me.

The taste of the thick liquid was foul I remember Jack saying something about it being sweet like Aphrodite's nectar or something which I assure you it certainly was not. I swallowed the rum down obediently as Jack was encouraging me, I think he had got his hopes up when I changed my clothes that I was becoming a proper pirate. I'm sure it was just me and my imagination but I felt like it was burning my insides , Will was rubbing my back and Jack was ordering me another rum oblivious to my reaction at which I promptly turned and emptied my guts on a passing wench.

I thought my life was about to end as the feisty strawberry blonde in the dirty pink dress looked at me and raised her hand ready for it to collide with my face, at which my saviour Will caught her hand and paid the girl for her "expenses." I was still feeling queasy but I found it quite funny and I said in my now weak but joking voice "You do know that you're meant to pay her after the date for her ahhm expenses not before" I chortled for once happily. " I don't think rum suits me Will" I said feeling sorry for myself as I slumped against the wall" can we go back to the ship now?" and once again I puked.

Not amused from my wench joke but clearly feeling sorry for me Will told me that he had heard all he needed to hear from both me , Jack and the Tortugan wenches, he then wandered off in Jacks direction muttering something about leverage. When he returned we walked back to the dock in a pleasant silence allowing the sticky night air to consume us and out thoughts.