I woke up on my cot. How I got there is beyond me, all I remember was serving the gents last night. Everything else is a blur. I had the most awful head ache in the world. It was excruciating, I clutch my forehead with my hands, trying to make the pain die down, but it did not help. There was a bucket next to the cot. I know by now that I got drunk last night; very drunk. It had been the first time a while, since I've actually enjoyed myself like that; letting everything go. Not worrying about my father. But I still would like to know exactly how I acted last night. I pray I didn't make too big of a fool of myself. Thankfully Tituba walks in. She smiles widely at me.
"Mornin' girly, how'd you sleep."
"Good… I think. What happen last night?"
"You were bet you couldn't handle a pirate drinkin' game, but you showed them." She says sitting down on her cot next to mine. I laugh.
"Well I was raised in a bar, as awful as that sounds." I say getting up and walking to the door. "And thank you, for getting down here. Lord knows I would have fallen right off the ship."
"I didn't take you down here. I was with the crew the rest of the night." I stop in the door way and turn to face her.
"Then who did?" I ask.
"Jones did." I'm not sure I know how to react to this.
"Jones did?" she smiles and nods at me. "Well that was… kind of him." I say shyly.
"You like him." She says. I jump at the question.
"No I don't!" I insist. "What makes you think that?"
"It's pretty obvious you two have something between you guys. I catch you two eyeing each other, flirting, arguing. Ya'll are perfect for one another."
"Just because we get along better then when I first came aboard doesn't change the fact that he's still a cocky, stupid, bloody pirate." I sigh.
"Yes but an attractive cocky, stupid, bloody pirate." She winks. I laugh.
"The devil is handsome, I can admit, but I know what type of man he is, and I'm not going to waste my time or worst, sanity." I began to walk away, but again her words stop me.
"And what type of man is that, may I ask?"
"All he wants is a wench in the bed." Tituba stares at me unconvinced.
"Girlie, you've only known him for about two months, and I've known him for almost 5 years. I've seen the whores he brings in, and how he acts around them." She walks over from the bed to me. "I have never seen the man more happy around a woman since you came along." I bite my lip. "You'll never know, until you give him a chance." Tituba walks back into our small space, and I'm left in the door way, pondering. I don't know what I want. Damn my feelings…

It was impossible for me to fall asleep that night. No matter what I did; I tossed and turned, counted sheep (which never worked). I sat up in frustration, throwing the covers over me. Maybe some fresh air would help. I quietly walked up to the main deck. The sky was absolutely stunning. I had never seen so many stars in my life. The moon was big and bright, its light shining against the soft waves of the ocean. I walked quietly up the wooden stair case. The sound of a snort comes from behind me; I turn to see the crew member who was supposed to be on watch sound asleep, near the front of the ship. I think his name is Marty. I continue my way up to the top. Glancing around, I admiring the ships beautiful craftsmanship. Out of pure boredom, I began to hum an old sailor song called Hoist the Colors. It was a song that told the tale of the binding of Calypso by the Pirate King and the First Brethren Court. The song enchanted me; I fell in love with it when a bunch of drunks sang it in the tavern a couple years ago. After making sure Marty, was still asleep, I leaned on the rail of the ship, staring at the never ending sea. I began,

"Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the Colors high.
Heave ho, thievesand beggars,
never shall we die.

"

I pause, and take a breath, while fiddling with my fingers.

"The king and his men stole the queen from her bed,
and bound her in her Bones. The seas be ours
and by the powers, where we will well -"

The startling sounds of footsteps behind me stop my singing. It is no other then the notorious Killian Jones, with that smirk, that I know he stole right off the devil. I put my hand on my heart letting out a sigh of relief that it was him, and not another crew member with other intentions.
"You startled me." I say embarrassed.
"Not my intention, I assure you." He says as he walks to my side. "What are you doing up here?"
"I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd get some air." I say turning back to the ocean. I look at him with curiosity. "What are you doing up here?"
"I was awoken to a sirens song." He says leaning on the rail next to me.
"Me? How could you have heard me?" I ask.
"Light sleeper, and" he points to the side of the ship bellow us; I look over to see light shining through an open port hole. "The port hole." I laugh.
"Oh yeah. I forgot your cabin was below. Sorry I woke you."
"Ah, don't worry about it. Sleeps overrated, I prefer to do more enjoyable activities." I just force an annoyed smile. "So what were you singing?"
"Hoist the colors."
"Are you sure you weren't singing to lure me out here?" he says devilishly. I feel his hands take my waist. I'm quickly pulled to him, my body lying against his.
"And what makes you think that?" I ask.
"Well, don't you think it's kind of odd, that I'm the only one, who was awoken by your siren song?"
"Hm. Sounds like quite a coincident." I say with a smirk.
"Oh, I disagree." He says. I feel his hand on my back bring me closer. We look at each other's eyes, then lips. I want him. I do. I'm wasting my time fighting it. I'm slowly falling for the captain. But being alone in this is what scares me. What if he's not falling for me? Before I could think further, his lips crashed on mine. Unlike the first time, I kissed him back, equally as hard. He groaned into my mouth, and lifted me up to sit on the railing, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Both our lips fought for dominance, from one another. When we finally separated, I could see the lust in his eyes.
"Good night Captain." I smile teasingly, before pulling away. He sighs leaning his head back. Almost out of his reach, he pulls me back in, and kisses me again. I smile as he kisses me, putting my hand on his scruffy cheek.
"Good night Burrows." He whispers. I leave his longing reach, and head back to the cabin. I quietly enter my room; Tituba was still asleep. I slowly crept to my bed, and under my covers. Any previous possibilities of me falling asleep were officially gone.