Author's Note:

Let us hope that I won't take that long to update… well, we can hope, right?

Rebecca stood out by the bow of the ship while the Etherium when through another night cycle as the Aurora shifted through the star systems. Tommy, the head chef for the voyage, had just finished serving dinner and most of the crew had turned in, to benefit from the temporary spell of darkness. She stared out at the many stars, occasionally looking back to the pages of her pocketbook where the black ink was only just drying.

"What'cha got there, Rebecca?" Jim suddenly landed beside Rebecca.

The raven-haired woman didn't even look up from her written words, having gotten used to Jim's mischievous nature over the past month that they had been sailing for Emery. "A journal." She stated bluntly.

"Oh, a secret diary, then?" Jim smirked, leaning against the railing and trying to meet Rebecca's eyes.

Rebecca raised an eyebrow at Jim, "No…" she shut the pocketbook; "it is simply a documentation of my voyages, James."

Jim groaned, disliking how Rebecca would call him by his birth name. He then smirked slyly as an idea formulated in his mind. "You're certain that there's nothing the least bit secretive in this 'journal' of yours?"

"No…" Rebecca tucked her pen into the side pocket of the journal.

Jim inched his way closer to Rebecca, "Nothing, at all secretive about me… or about Johnny-Boy, for the matter."

"No, of course, not." Rebecca began edging away from the first mate, sensing that he had some plot in his mind.

"Well then… let's have a look-see!" Jim swiftly snatched the journal from the unsuspecting Rebecca. He then leapt over the railing of the bow, landing in the netting that extended to the tip of the bowsprit, and scurried away.

"James Silver, you come back here!" Rebecca hollered to the evasive first mate.

"But you said that there was nothing secretive in here." Jim stated, threatening to open the pocketbook.

"That's my property, so give it back, Jim!" Rebecca held out a hand, demanding for the return of her pocketbook.

The first mate paused in his opening of the journal, completely taken off guard. He glanced up at Rebecca, "You… you called me 'Jim'…"

Rebecca simply stood at the bow of the Aurora her hand still extended.

"Now Jimbo…" a voice spoke from above the first mate, causing him to look up, "Do yeh not know teh keep yer hands teh yer own possessions?"

John gradually skimmed down a rope until he was between Rebecca and his brother.

"I suggested yeh get yourself teh the helm, Jimbo…" John smirked. "Ship's not gonna steer itself, after all."

Jim groaned, handing the journal back to his older brother and making his way to the helm of the ship.

John looked over the cover of the pocketbook briefly before handing it back to Rebecca.

"Thanks, John…" Rebecca stated gratefully.

John shrugged. "Didn't imagine that Jimbo would try teh pull his monkeyshine on yeh, lass… but apparently the lad knows no bounds when it comes teh his mischief streak."

Rebecca smiled softly. "Partners in crime, right?"

John smiled back, "In the old days we were…"

The two young adults looked at each other, still smiling. John was the first to come to terms of how close there faces were and he cleared his throat.

"Well I'd best be getting our coordinates set up…" He turned from the railing.

"John?" Rebecca looked at the young man.

"Yes, Rebecca?" John faced the black-haired woman.

"Thank you," she smiled, "for doing this… it's very good of you." Rebecca set her hand down on John's arm and smiled warmly to him.

Suddenly the ship tilted, causing Rebecca to stumble against the railing of the ship. John moved to catch the falling lady. As John encircled his arm around her waist, Rebecca stumbled forwards, forcing their lips to unexpectedly meet with each other.

The young adults broke away as quickly as they had been forced together and looked at the helm of the ship. Jim was innocently whistling, as if he hadn't been the cause.

"Mischief streak is right." Rebecca turned away from John, so he wouldn't see her blush.

John scoffed, shaking his head. "Can't believe it…"

The ship shook once more and the two young adults held onto the bow's railing to avoid stumbling.

"All right, Jimbo, enough is enough!" John shouted to his brother.

"It wasn't me!" Jim shouted back, pointing past them. "Asteroids off the port bow, and coming in fast!"

John and Rebecca followed Jim's gaze and saw a series of fiery rocks hurtling towards the HMS Aurora.

Author's Note:

Many thank yous go out to Whisperwings for betaing this chapter and to you readers for your amazing patience!

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