Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I was so busy with other stories. So sorry. Anyway, here's chapter 5

The woman's dark brown, almost black, eyes widen in shock. Just for a moment, it looked like the woman was about to collapse herself. Quickly regaining composure, she turned her head away, letting dark hair fall over her almost perfect face. The girl noticed a small chain falling deep into her bodice, unable to see the end of the chain or what might hold on it. "Sorry..." Lucy mumbled.

"What for?" The woman asked turning to face her, confused at her words.

"For causing you all this trouble," The celestial wizards groaned trying to sit up. Coaxing her back down, she gave the blond girl a soft smile. The stellar mage couldn't help but feel an overwhelming joy flowing from her.

"It's no trouble." Dark eyes watching her in admiration. "Sorry, I forgot my manners. I'm Amira, the wife of the big idiot you met outside and the ship mother." The celestial wizard returned to her the widest smile she could manage.

"That's great." The girl laughed lightly. "He seems kind."

"The kindest there is, even if he doesn't look it." Lucy began to let out a harsh set of coughs, scratching at her throat. Amira lifted a small glass of water to the girl. The celestial mage jugged it down gratefully. The coughs grew worst, causing the girl to cough up the water. Dismay registered all over the ship mother's face. Touching her forehead again, her hand burned. The fever had increased rapidly. Amira calmed the girl the best she could. At least until she was able to stop coughing. Then, she left the room.

Rushing through the hallways she charged into a room on the lowest deck. From under her white shirt and black bodice pocket, she pulled out a cast iron, black key. Fitting into a matching lock at the end of the hallway, the door swung open. Closing the door behind her, she lit a small lamp on a side table beside her.

Lighting up the room with a dim glow, the torch flickered. A small collection of books sat in bookcases, covered in dust and cobwebs. Small bottles of colored liquids randomly scattered across the room. Strange objects decorated the remaining gaps; crystal balls, dolls, small statues, dried herbs etc. Showering through the books, her hand skimmed over the leather spines. She was desperately searching for something.

Stopping on the shelves, she sighed. The book wasn't there. Eyes darting around the room once again, she landed on an uneven plank in the ship room's floor boards. Leaping down from hanging off the shelves with a thud. Amira kneeled beside the loose plank, lifting it aside. A gasp of dusty air escaped the gap. Relief flooded through her, as her body calmed. She slipped her hands around the ancient book hiding in the crevice. A silver cover coated in dust, hugged the yellowed pages. Blowing away the dust, her hand stroked the old book. Flicking through its pages quickly. She was satisfied. Shifting the plank back over the hole, she slipped the book under her arm. Slowly, she slipped out of the room. Locking the door behind her and returning the key back to under her black and white dress.

Leather boots walked the floors of the hallways. Heaving a deep sigh, the woman slammed open the doors. Men, alcohol, food and music made up the outside deck. Amira stood in the doorway, kindly smiling at the men. "Amira!" The men all jeered. Natsu watched them in confusion. However, the presence of the woman in the doorway caught his eye. Softly returning his stare, she walked over. Waving at the drunken pirates as she passed.

"Hello," She kindly greeted. "Lucy will be okay; you should let her rest though." She reassured the dragon slayer. All the men raised their cups in glee at the words.

"Woo Blondie's okay!" One man yelled from the crowd earning him a fit of laughter from the drunken men. "Amira's the best!" They all cheered in relief. Natsu watched them all. They seemed so kind and trusting especially for pirates. They all seemed to be taken by Lucy also, already praying for her safety and health.

"Right then. It's drinking time now for sure!" The man next to the dragon slayer raising his glass. Long brown hair tied back neatly in a pony tail was hidden under a red and white bandana. The pink-haired boy watched him curiously. A mischievous smile licked his lips.

Amira made her way over to the man stuffing his face full of boar and drinking barrel loads of wine. As she walked closer, she caught his eye. Stopping his feast momentarily, he leaped to his feet. Claiming the woman as his own, he caught her in a close embrace. Smacking his lips against hers. She gave him a small laugh. Grabbing him by the long chain around his neck, she dragged him to the top deck. Whistles and jeering exerted from the crowd as they caught their captain being dragged away by the beautiful ship mother.

Away from the party, the two could only hear the faint mumbling of the noisy men. Leaning in for a kiss, the large captain closed in on his wife. She stopped his advance with a hard slam in the face. Scrunching his sore nose, he looked up at his wife with a cute and hurt expression. "Ow..." he whimpered. She gave him a small smile. "Why'd you do that?"

"Look at this," her silky voice spoke, showing the silver book in her hands.

"Why'd you have that thing?" he asked in confusion and slight irritation.

"We found her." She muttered trying to contain her excitement. The man's dark eyes bulged in shock. Examining her face, his heart almost stopped.

"Where?" he asked, grabbing the woman by the arms.

"The girl."

"Are you sure she's her?"

"She fits the bill perfectly. I even found these on the beach this morning." She lifted a ring of silver and gold keys. "They're obviously hers."

"And the boy?"

"Yes. Just like the legend says."

"So that means she's the..."

"Yes." Amira smiled. The man replied with a big grin of his own. Hooting in joy, He pushed his lips hard against the woman's, lifting her up in his arms. She laughed with the man.

As the woman pushed through the endless amount of ship corridors, her leather boots pounded against the loose ship boards. Quickly, she arrived at Lucy's room. Amira slipped in through the door, closing it quietly behind her. The celestial mage was sleeping. Taking a seat beside the bed in a wooden chair, she watched the girl. She wasn't doing very well. Her fever had gotten worst...much worst. Her lungs breathed raspy breaths and her pulse was irregular, her heart thrashing in her chest. "It's progressed much further than I thought...the potion won't work now," She muttered.

"Then I'll use mine..." A deep voice grumbled from the doorway. The captain stood in the doorway. His eyes watched the restless girl. Her skin was drawn of color and her body drenched in sweat. She looked horribly ill.

"What?" The woman exclaimed.

"I said I'll use mine." he repeated with a groan.

"You can't!" She protested.

"I can. And I shall. It was these things that got us into trouble in the first place,"

"But if you use it all-"

"I won't use it all. Just a little bit. There will still be enough left." he snapped ending the argument. Her gaze dropped. She felt reluctant to let him use it. But if he was to use an even a little bit, it would still leave enough for the ceremony and save her. "She will die otherwise. With this I can save her. And it would be the best way to confirm if she is actually her." The captain's ever beaming smile had disappeared.

James pulled a golden chained necklace from around his neck. On the end, dangled a glass and golden capsule. Behind the glass something shined. It glowed brighter than anything in the world. Only as big as a thumbnail it must had hidden behind the mans long black beard. Amira moved back as he slowly passed her. Moving close to the girl rustling on the bed. The ship's mother sat on the other side. Lifting her chin, the girl's mouth opened slightly. The beautiful woman pinched nose gently. Opening the golden lid, the little light illuminated the whole room, escaping from the jar. It seemed the glass containing the light kept it dim. Now out in the open, it was a breathtaking blinding glow. Tipping it slowly, a small trickle of light drizzled in her mouth. Quickly the man closed in again, clasping his fist around the jar. Watching anxiously, the blond mage began to cough.

Suddenly, ivory white tattoos appeared on her pale skin. Swirls, twirls and flicks it decorated her whole body. An ice white liquid ran up her veins illumination them in a white glow. Then the tattoos faded away, and the girl fell still. Her breathing was slow, and her pulse had calmed. Veins flowed red again, hiding back under her skin. The fever had died. It had worked. She was back to perfect health. "It's really her..." Amira gawked. "After all these years. We've finally found her."

"She's the star key."

Hope you liked this chapter. The next chapter will include more Natsu. And if you review, favorite, follow or recommend, I might even mention that it includes a very cute Nalu moment!

- A-ccentric