Tituba and I were doing the norm; cooking, cleaning, and what not. As we worked, something popped into my head; who was Fletcher? When I over- heard Killian and Gibbs talking, Killian was trying to find someone named Fletcher. I turn to Tituba.
"Tituba," I say, she looks to me, "Who's Fletcher?" She looks at me confused.
"Fletcher? Name sounds familiar, but I don't know anything about him." she looks at me with curiosity, and asks "Why?"
"No reason." I say, and continue my duties.

Later, that night, after serving the boy's dinner, I decided to ask Killian about Fletcher. As I finished up cleaning the table, I look over to see Killian lying on his bed. He pats the bed cocks an eyebrow and flashes a devilish smile. I laugh, and run over, leaping on the mattress, landing next to him. He rolls on his side and wraps me in his arms, and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck. When we separate we both smile at each other. For once in my life I'm genuinely happy.
"So, I have a question for you." I say sweetly. He looks at me suspiciously.
"What?"
"Who's Fletcher."
"Who's Fletcher? Wait how the hell do you-" he cuts off when I give him a slight glare, then he knows exactly how I knew. "Oh."
"Yeah. Who is he?" I ask, as he rolls back on his back.
"He's no one. Just someone I owe a debt to."
"What the debt?" I ask leaning up on my arm.
"Nothing special." He says nonchalantly. He was avoiding answering my questions.
"Killian," I say, annoyed. "Why are you not telling me?"
"Cause I'm tired, love." He says closing his eyes and using his arm to rest his head on. I stare at him as he lays there. I was gonna find out eventually, and I know exactly how to get it out of him.
"Well, that's too bad." I say getting up from the bed. He opens his eyes at me a bit confused. "It's just that I was gonna let you make long, hot, sweet love to me tonight," It was hard to not laugh at how big his eyes got. "But judging on how tired you are, I guess I'll go to bed as well." I say slowly walking to the table.
"Now, wait that's not fair!" he says sitting straight up from the bed. "I'm awake now!"
"Darling if you're too tired to tell me about Fletcher, then how on earth would you have enough energy to make love to me?" I say grabbing my tray from the table and walking to the door.
"Saying something like that tends to wake a man up, so get your ass back here."
"Nope, too tired, maybe some other time." I say, and head out the door.
"Burrows!" he says.
"Night, Captain." I say with a smirk and close the door.

The next night I figured he would answer my question. So we did the usual; Jones was eyeing me more than usual, and I was taunting back by biting my lip, or showing my leg through the cutoff of my dress. Gibbs, and Quartermaster walked out, and I closed the door behind them. Next thing I know Jones has me pushed against the wooden door, and firmly pressing his lips to mine. It was hard to push away. I wanted him every bit just as he wanted me. But I did. I pushed our lips apart.
"So, does this mean you'll tell me?" he looks at me annoyed. "Tell me." I say stubbornly. He sighs and rolls his eyes.
"Fine, but we're having sex after." He says pointing his finger at me. I laugh.
"Okay." I say still pinned to the door.
"Fletcher and I made a deal awhile back that if he could get me on my feet with the pirating life, then on three occasions, when we crossed paths he'd be allowed to take anything he desired from me."
"Why didn't you want me to know?"
"I didn't want you involved. If our ship were to cross paths, and he knew found out about you, or what you meant to me… he'd take you. That's why I was so frustrated on finding him at that port. I didn't want him to find you. " I just looked at him with pure amazement. He really cared for me. I almost wanted to cry. I placed my hands on his cheeks, and kissed him. He then lifted me up, and carried me over to his bed, and laying me down gently. He raised himself from me and began to take off his jacket. I began to undo the ties of his trousers, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Just ignore it." He says and began kissing me again. His finger now worked the straps of my dress, but the sound of knocking stops us again. Irritated, Killian pulls away and stomps over to the door. He flings it open and sticks his head out. "Better be a damn good reason." I don't know who was at the door, or what was said. Killian just shut the door. "Great." He mumbled as he walked back to me and started putting his cloths back on.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"A storms coming." He says, "And it looks like a ruff one."
"Are we going to be okay?" I ask.
"Uh, hopefully." He says straightening his jacket. I stand up and wrap my arms around his neck, then placing my lips on his giving him a long lasting kiss. We separate and rest our foreheads against each other. "I want you to stay in the cabin, alright?"
"Only if you promise me you'll be safe." I say. He gave slight chuckle.
"I promise." I let go of him and watch him walk out the door to join his crew.

We had been through storms before but not like this one. It was violent and rough. I stayed on the bed most of the time reading a book; and because every time I got up I would nearly fall to the floor. After about an hour or so, my curiosity to know what was going on out on deck got the best of me. I put my book down, and went to the door. I cracked it open and stuck my head out. It was like hell outside. It was dark, windy, and wet. The crew was everywhere, scattered and running about; but where was my Killian? My eyes found many crew members but not him. After looking and looking, I finally found him. He was securing a rope. Right when I was about to close the door, there was a mumbled shout. I look over to see a couple crew members pointing towards something. The next thing I know, the deck is swarmed with more powerful water. I look over to see Jones sliding off the side; his hands gripping at the deck. Nobody saw except me. I'm not going to lose him, not after what we've been through together. Out of shear panic I run out to the deck to his side. He almost was over until I used with all my might to pull him back. He was shocked to see me out there. But I saw in his eyes gratefulness. He stood up, and pulled me up with him. I felt his hand go to my cheek.
"Get back inside lass!" He says to me through the rain and wind. I nod and run back inside to the warm cabin. Once the doors shut, I stand there out of breathe, wet, and relieved. I don't know what I would have done if I had lost him.