A Pirate Calling

Chapter Two: Undisclosed Identities

Fay turned off the water slowly, still humming to herself. She grabbed the towel hanging from her shower door and dried herself off, rubbing the soft cotton over her wet skin and equally wet hair. By the time she was done her short hair was almost standing up on end. Fay opened the door and stepped out, wrapping the long towel around her chest. The song she was humming was familiar to her; although where she had heard it she wasn't sure.

She stared into the mirror hanging above her sink, taking in her dark grey eyes and multi-colored hair. The dark red strands covered black tresses, the two colors melting together almost seamlessly. Her grey eyes were just like her father's, or so she was told; diamond shaped and set almost too close together. Her nose was like her mother's, small and slightly turned up at the end.

Fay reached out to grab her brush when her hand hit something small and round. Fay looked down for a moment at the small silver coin, running her finger over the top of it. She had no idea why she was fascinated by it. It wasn't like it was a family heirloom or anything. There was just something strange about the coin; something that she just could not put her finger on.

Fay looked back up, raising her hand to run a brush through her hair. Her eyes focused on a new form in the mirror, this one decidedly masculine, and let out a piercing scream.

The man was on her in a heartbeat, one hand covering her mouth while the other grabbed her around her waist. Fay struggled against him, her hands grabbing hold of his, trying to make him let go. She pinched him on the arm around her waist, bit his hand and then slammed her elbow into his side.

He grunted at the contact and let go, stepping backwards quickly. Fay turned around and kicked out with her right leg, aiming for his groin.

The man grabbed her leg and yanked, pulling her towards him. Fay bounced along, attempting to keep her balance on one foot. When he couldn't pull her down he kicked out, knocking her left foot out of the way.

With a shriek Fay fell to the floor, her back hitting hard tile. The man was on top of her a moment later, her right leg still in his hand. Fay struggled again until he pressed his body against hers. She could feel his heart beating steadily in his chest, could feel his warm breath against her cheek. Her heart pounded against his chest, something akin to fear welling up.

"I only want to talk to you," he said, his voice a whisper in her ear.

Fay's eyes shot up to his, gazing deeply into his chocolate brown eyes. "You have a funny way of showing it."

"My apologies," he replied but did not move.

Fay stared up at him, suddenly very conscious that she was wearing nothing but a towel. She knew that her hair was a mess and that water was slowly dripping down and pooling on the floor, but it paled to the fact that her bare leg was still held in a strange man's hand. Thank God the towel was long enough for the flap to cover her private area.

"Would you get off?"

He stared down at her as if contemplating her question. "Only if you promise not to try and kick me, hit me or bite me," he paused, a grin crossing his lips. "Well, you could bite me," he finished, his meaning evident in his words.

Fay felt her face grow red at his words. She tried to tell herself it was because he was irritating her, but she knew it was because of his words and the position they were in. "All right, I promise."

The man's eyes flinched at her words. He seemed almost hurt. Nevertheless he let her leg go and scooted back, his eyes never leaving hers. Fay pushed herself up against the cabinet underneath the sink, tucking the towel underneath her and crossing her legs against her chest. "What do you want?"

His eyebrows rose slightly. "To talk."

"About what?"

He walked towards her, stopping just at her feet. He reached above her; Fay's eyes watched him as he picked up the small silver coin and held it to her. "This."

Fay's eyes widened. Her hand shot up to grab the coin from him but he pulled it out of her reach. "Give that to me."

He grinned again. "Why?"

Fay stared up at him, incredulous. "Because it's mine."

His eyes narrowed. "Is it now?"

Fay stood up slowly, clutching the towel to her chest. "Yes. It is."

"How do you know?" he asked, stepping up to her, pressing her back into the sink. His eyes stared into hers, a small smirk crossing his lips.

Fay opened her mouth but then shut it. Was this guy serious? Was he actually asking her how she knew something was hers? Was he insane? "I found it," she whispered. "On the beach."

"Ah. Which automatically makes it yours."

Fay looked away, finally breaking the eye contact that he had made. Instantly her mind seemed to clear from the fog it had been in. "Of course it's mine," she replied, snatching the coin from his fingers before he could move it out of the way.

He gave another smirk, this one with some hidden meaning behind it. "I see," he replied and then reached into his jacket pocket. "Take my card. If you change your mind about anything, just give me a call," his eyes narrowed again. "I have a feeling I'll be seeing you again soon."

Fay took the card from him hesitantly, her left hand clutching the coin tightly. She sighed and turned her back to him, glancing at him for a moment in the mirror and then glanced down into the sink. "Thank you," she said. "Now if you don't mind I need to get dressed-"

By the time she looked back up he was gone. "Huh. What a weird man." Fay glanced down at the simple white card in her hand. "Jacob Galvin."

That was all it said; nothing more about who he was or what he did. Nothing but a simple phone number and address. "Oh whatever."

Without another look at the card she threw it away, tossing the small card into the waste bin next to the shower.

She was sleeping peacefully, her eyes closed. Her hair was splayed out around her face, some of the red strands sticking to her sweaty skin. He watched her for a moment, one hand running lightly over her cheek. She was already proving to be possessive of the coin. That proved something. Maybe she was the one. Maybe she was the reason-no. He couldn't be sure of that. There was no way of telling for sure. Well, there was one way . . .

He moved from her side, making his way to the tidy desk beside her bed. The coin sat in the middle of the desk, glaring up at him. He had to test her. He had to see . . .

He lifted the coin, looking at it in the dim light from the full moon outside. The designs stared down at him and glinted. He could hear the hum as it sang softly. With one last glance at the sleeping girl he slipped the coin into his pocket and left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

AN: Aha! Another chapter down and only a bunch more to go! I know it's starting off slow, but I promise it'll get better. I hope you all enjoyed!

AN2: I would like to thank all of the following people for their reviews: Chaos Tears, PyRo-GiRl-18, PineAppleLint (and I wouldn't exactly put it that way. This story will take a different turn!), The DuTchess of Doom (hi! Welcome back!), Dawnie-7, Mystery GYRL (you're welcome!). Thank you!