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Chapter List
- 1-Star of the Sea
- 2-Shadows
- 3-Visitor
- 4-Betrayal
- 5-Purpose
- 6-Guidance
- 7-Payment
- 8-Return
- 9-Amber
- 10-Empty
- 11-Unnatural
- 12-Anger
- 13-Knowing
- 14-Walls
- 15-Resignation
- 16-Truth
- 17-Fear
- 18-Trust
- 19-Intent
- 20-Ready
- 21-Entwined
- 22-Duty
- 23-Time
- 24-Destiny
- 25-Knowing
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Chapter Three - Visitor

Something had shifted. Jack could not put a finger on
exactly what it was but he knew for certain now that Maia
was�..well whatever it was that they had thought she was, she was it. He should
be keeping a goodly distance from her, all that talk about fears had given him
the willies, bad enough to know them but to know that she knew that he knew,
well that was unsettling. Aye he should be keeping away from her, but instead
he found himself stopping to watch her, she did not do much that warranted
watching, she sat and wrote on scraps of parchment or paced the deck, nothing
that should make him look up at her as often as he did. Certainly they had
needed to work together, to watch each others backs while she had chased
through the taverns of Petit Goave, he still didn�t
know exactly what she had been looking for, but she had seemed to find it.
Thanking him prettily even as she had walked away from him as soon as they had
arrived back at the Pearl. Perhaps it was that working together or perhaps it
was what she had done for young Nick, an act that had changed his view on her,
his view and he thought likely that of the whole crew.

They had been two days out of Petit Goave, whether it
was carelessness or just one of those damned accidents that sometimes happened,
Nick had caught his hand in the anchor chain. His scream had bought most of the
crew running, his hand was bloody, fingers crushed and Jack had felt his
stomach clench, knowing that the boy would lose fingers if not his whole hand.
He had been about to call for the cook and sometime surgeon when Maia had pushed her way through the crowd. The men had
either drawn back or crowded protectively around Nick, torn between looking
after themselves and taking care of the lad. But she had ignored them crouching
down.

�Let me see Nick.�

He flinched away from her and she looked up at Jack.

�I have some healing skills Captain.�

�Let her look� his voice was rough; the boy was going to be maimed what
difference would it make if she looked at the injury.

Gently her fingers touched the wound, her face paling slightly as she laid a
hand on Nick�s forehead and Jack could see sweat bead on her cheeks.

�Can you walk to my quarters Nick?�

The boy looked at Jack, who inclined his head slightly, giving permission.

�Aye�

She took his arm, guiding him down the stairs, Jack following, into her small
cabin where she got Nick to lie on the narrow bed.

From a small leather bag she took out herbs, familiar herbs like any healer
would use and Jack felt himself relax as she mixed them with water, holding the
pottery mug to Nick�s mouth encouraging the boy to drink. Soon the lad was
nodding and it was only then that Maia looked at Jack.

�Please sit with him, he may be frightened.�

So he sat, and watched her take Nick�s hand to cover the ruin of his fingers
with her own, she seemed to go off into some sort of trance, rocking backwards
and forwards her eyes far away, her mouth moving until finally both her and the
boy gasped. Nick began to flail wildly and Jack pressed his shoulders into the
bed, murmuring that it was alright, his attention on the boy, not noticing when
Maia took her hands away, only looking back as she
finished tying a neat bandage around the hand.

�A few days and we will see� her response to Jack�s raised eyebrow �Nick will
need to remain here, to heal.�

�And where will you sleep?�

�If you can bring me a pallet I will sleep on the floor, in case he worsens.�

Nick was sleeping peacefully, Jack could see that, colour
had returned to the young sailors face, but Maia was
pale, shaking and he could see that every movement cost her. She swayed and
unthinking Jack reached out to steady her. He was unsure of what had just
happened but realized that it was much more than just herbs and bandages.

Two days passed and she had rarely come out of the cabin, he had walked past
often and could hear her and Nick talking, he had not realized that the lad could
talk so much but he even heard him laugh. In the evening of that second day
Nick had emerged, his hand still wrapped but Jack had accosted him by the mast,
asking how he fared and the boy had grinned pushing the bandage aside to show
pink, healthy, healing skin.

�She did a miracle Captain, saved my hand.�

�Aye lad� Jack�s hand closed over the bandages �best keep this quiet son.�

Nick�s face was serious �She is scared, she tries not to show it but she is
feared that the crew will turn on her because she did good.�

�Don�t worry lad they will not be doing that.�

And later he had a quiet word with Gibb, downplaying the whole accident,
planting seeds in the other mans head that would take root and grow and the
crew would listen and wonder no more.

Aye perhaps that was it, that this thing that she had
could do good too. The crew had listened to Gibb but they seemed to have made
some assumptions on their own and he had noticed how they seemed to eye her
with a mixture of unease and respect.

It was late and he was in his cabin thinking on the happenings, absently
plotting a course, studying his maps, drinking a wee bit of rum and just
reflecting. The knock at the door startled him, no doubt it was Gibb.

�Enter� he called out leaning back in his chair, ready to offer the other man
the rum bottle. His boots hit the floor with a thump when Maia
pushed the door open.

�Sorry to disturb you Captain� her voice was quiet and he saw that she had
another bloody piece of parchment in her hand �but I was wondering if you would
know where this place was?�

She held the scrap out to him and he took it nodding at the name, sitting up
straighter to search for the map that he needed. A small town it was, he had
been there some years ago, an island off the coast of Cuba if he recalled
right.

�Here� he unrolled the parchment motioning her forward one finger stabbing at
the place that she sought.

�Right� she studied the map for a few minutes stepping even closer to bend her
head, eyes squinting in the flickering lamplight �thank you,
that makes things clearer.�

She stepped back just as Jack moved and her sheathed sword jabbed Jack in the
leg.

�Sorry� she caught the hilt with one hand, already moving away.

�It�s nothing� he waved a hand studying her curiously �do you know how to use
that thing or is it just for decoration.�

Her eyes flashed, anger he thought �of course I do.�

�I see� it was definitely not sensible but his hand darted to his waist and he
drew his blade with a steely hiss �perhaps you would like some practice then.�

She was angry, she attacked ferociously and he had to move quickly back across
the room before they settled into a familiar dance, swing and parry, she was
not bad he thought grudgingly, not bad at all but not up to his standard and he
launched a blistering attack culminating in a very sneaky move that had his
blade resting under her chin, his face inches from hers.

�Do you yield?�

�That was not very sporting Jack�

He grinned �Pirate�

�Yes I know� her face seemed closer, was getting closer and he had a moment of
panic when he realized that she was going to kiss him, just a second before her
lips touched his and he felt as though he had been punched in the gut. The kiss
was raw, elemental and he found himself kissing her back with a passion that
alarmed him slightly even as he crushed her mouth with his, her lips opened to
him and his hand, the one that had been holding the sword to her neck let the
blade slide to the floor, instead reaching up to pull her head closer. Long
moments passed before she broke away from him, her eyes gleaming.

�Do you yield Jack?�

It was only then that he became aware of the pressure against his leg, sword
tip against his inner thigh, dangerously close to parts that he valued rather
highly.

�You cheated��

She laughed �pirate�.� And let the rest of the statement trail off moving the
blade a touch higher.

�Careful of the bits luv�

�Do you yield?�

Jack�s voice was a trifle sulky �I yield.�

�Wonderful� the blade dropped and she did not look at him again �well thanks
for the help and the lesson, goodnight�

The door shut, she was gone.

Jack rubbed a hand across his mouth, he could still taste her. He stared at the
door for a long moment then reached for the rum.
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