Author's Note:

Well… Here goes.

Rebecca turned when she heard someone approaching her and couldn't stop the faint smile at the sight of a familiar face. "Mister Silver." She nodded politely.

John Silver rubbed the back of his head. 'Did she seem glad teh see me?' He pondered to himself. "Uh…" The young man paused to think about how he was going to speak with this young woman. "Are yer quarters teh yer liking, Ma'am?" He asked.

Rebecca couldn't help but giggle. Before, the young man had seemed so nonchalant and charismatic, now he was nervous and a tad bashful. "You can call me Rebecca, Mister Silver..."

The young man's face flushed. "Yer the daughter of Lord Douglas Townsend and Lady Jane Clarke…" He gasped, realizing the young woman's important lineage.

"Yes…" Rebecca stated hesitantly. "But that doesn't really matter now, Mister Silver."

John Silver looked over the young woman quizzically, trying to figure her out. "Yer trying teh avoid attention, aren't yeh Miss Clarke?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Y-Yes…" Rebecca's face was beginning to flush. "And as I said, please call me Rebecca, Mister Silver."

"Only if yeh stop calling me Mister Silver." John pointed out. "Makes me feel old…" He folded his arms over his chest.

"Alright…" Rebecca twiddled her fingers nervously. "What shall I call you then? Master Silver? John Silver?"

"Just John suits me fine, Rebecca." The young man stated.

"Alright, John." She nodded.

John cleared his throat. "Listen, Rebecca, I just wanted teh apologize teh yeh, for earlier."

"Why's that?" Rebecca enquired. "I should be thanking you again for helping me with the launch." She stated. "I wouldn't have been able to go through with it, without your help."

"Well…" John rubbed the back of his neck. "I wasn't really, respectful of yer position in society… an' I'm sorry."

"Nonsense," Rebecca shook her head curtly. "On the contrary. I found your friendliness quite refreshing opposed to all of these titles like Lady Rebecca, Miss Clarke and so on…" The young woman smiled warmly. "You have nothing to apologize for, John."

John smiled back. It was strange how seeing Rebecca's smile would often evoke a smile on his face, as if her happiness was contagious.

Rebecca's smile changed into an expression of genuine curiosity as she spotted a patch on the right shoulder of John's coat. "I recognize that badge from somewhere…" She stated aloud, pointing to the patch.

John tugged at the arm of his coat to look over the badge. "Aye… I was a soldier a couple years back…"

"That's where I recognize it." Rebecca exclaimed. "My brothers fought under Treaka's banner when I was young… during the inter-planetary war between Kinapis and Alpha Diego."

"Aye, an' Treaka was one of Kinapis' allies; I too fought under Treaka's banner…" John nodded. "Eighteenth Battalion, Ground Infantry."

Rebecca gasped. "Then you must know my brothers: Sebastian, Giles, and Denton."

A genuine smile broke across John's face. "Aye. Giles an' I were the same age, an' we were both assigned teh the same commander. I didn't meet Sebastian an' Denton 'til we got to the battlefield on Alpha Diego." The young man stroked his stubble-covered chin as he reminisced. "Those three boys wouldn't stop raving on 'bout their little sister –it was Becky that they called yeh- who was waiting for them at home… yeh were their motivation teh stay alive." John chuckled. "Always wondered if I was ever going teh meet yeh… but on a ship of all places." He chuckled again. "Who'd know?"

Rebecca giggled. "And my brothers would send me letters whenever they got a chance, talking about how they missed home, and about the friends they had made in their battalion… You were often one of the subjects." She blushed lightly.

"Oh really?" John was intrigued by this information. "An' what did yer brothers say teh yeh 'bout me?"

"Well…" Rebecca's face flushed a little as she recalled the contents of her brothers' many letters. "Giles was always going on that you and I would get along well… it was just a felling he had." She turned away to avoid showing off any more of her blush to the young man. "He said that we'd go together well…"

John couldn't help but smile. "Sure sounds like Giles…" He whispered softly to himself.

Suddenly a loud voice bellowed from the entrance to the ship's mess hall, "Silver! Get back 'ere an' keep peelin' those vegetables yeh rascal…"

John shrugged and glanced back at Rebecca who raised an eyebrow questioningly at him.

"You're working in the kitchens?" She enquired.

"The culinary arts be me calling, Rebecca…" John explained. "Besides, I'm what yeh call a floater in the sailing life… wherever I'm needed, that's where I go."

"I see." Rebecca smiled a little.

"Silver!" The bellowing erupted from the lower deck.

John cringed a little at the anger in his new boss' voice. "Looks like I'm off, keep outta trouble Rebecca…" He smirked and turned towards the mess hall.

Rebecca shook her head and smiled. Maybe her brother had been right after all…

Author's Note:

Thanks to you, my faithful readers, and to Whisperwings, my awesome beta.

MG#6