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A/N: This fanfic is kindda based on the Alternate Costumes from Jill and Chris in Revelations. although Jill is blond and with our fave face ;).

The inspiration for Leon and Jill look came from an amazing art at deviantart made by LoneWolf117, which is Jilleon: Give No Quarter . If you want to google it you may see how they look in this story. (It's worth it)

We are talking about their past lives, so on this trip to Jill and Chris distant past, we'll find everyone's appearance exactly the same as they look today. Although everyone's names could be different by that time, we'll keep their names as they are today.

This is a medieval story, but as it's fantasy so I'll use contemporary speech and I may mix medieval and contemporary stuff sometimes.

For now I'll leave it open the possibility to add some characters, so feel free to suggest any. I only can't promise I will do that for sure, because it depends on the plot and my inspiration. One of them is already in my mind and it will be a surprise! ;)

Please, leave a review if you like it. I'll answer them all on the next chapter. So, let's go!
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Welcome aboard this ship named Fantasy - Where everything is possible!

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My Lovely Sea Gypsy.

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Prologue.

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Reincarnation is not just a whim of fate or a game of life, where people represent different characters each existence only to entertain the creator.

Reincarnation is the school of the universe. It's s the college of life.

It is by successive lives that all of us humans shape our souls, transform our personality.

From our mistakes we acquired debt, from the debt we acquired challenges. During every challenge that we normally name as tests or problems, we are strengthening ourselves and learning not to make more mistakes.

Living several lives is a chance to repeat several tests and also a chance to get better results, just like at school. So we can acquire virtues and abandon imperfections.

The goal of each one of us is perfection, full happiness. And this is only possible thanks to the many lives and experiences we have along the eternity. We are immortal.

Just the reincarnation can explain the unexplained pains, unbearable tests and that love that we didn't expect or want to find.

Our life today is a reflection of our failures and our successes from the past. Just as pain represents our debits from the past, the happy moments that meet us during life represent our credits.

With spiritual maturity we learn that living life the right way is not living it to the fullest, but living it with responsibility. We learn to live it when we learn to make the right choices in the right moments. We choose what is right, not what gives pleasure. Limit is always the safest path.

After all we realize we're here to learn not to be better than others, but to be better for the others.

And it is exactly considering this perspective that we're going to know, to think about and to feel one of the past lives of our beloved Jill and Chris.

Where and when did this immeasurable love from these two souls come from? These souls who chose to sacrifice their love for the world? Souls who chose to hide what they felt to fulfill the noble purpose of saving thousands of people, numerous times.

On this trip we will find questions, answers and also teaching.

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Trapped.

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The showman got up the stage with quite enthusiasm. After greeting all the clients he made a little suspense about the dancers of that night, he announced one by one.

The tavern was crowded and Chris ran his hand across the counter pulling his coin bag closer. It would be better to make sure that no one would steal it. He was nearly drunk to fight someone to get his money back.

Redhead, brunette and blonde ones. There were dancers for all tastes. Full of earrings and necklaces, the scantily clad dancers danced sensually . At the command of the showman, those women began to spread among the customers.

Chris hid his coin bag inside the vest. These women were not only famous for its sensual dance, but also for their agility and stealth. They could steal any man whose eyes lingered on those exaggerated necklines.

One of the women approached Chris, passing her hands across his shoulders until they reach his chest. Chris got a little far from the counter so she could sit on his lap.

While she played with the buttons of his shirt, Chris watched her. She was a very beautiful young woman. Her brown straight hair was not very long, up to her shoulder. Her expressive brown eyes stared at him with some interest.

"Would you be a warrior?" Chris stopped for a moment, he had forgotten he was carrying a sword.

"Oh! Well, only when it's necessary. I'm a captain actually. I have a ship."

"This sounds interesting."

"Maybe" Chris drank everything from his glass in a single gulp.

"I didn't know that a sailor could be so strong and handsome."

Chris had a grimace when he felt the burning liquid down his throat. Once the feeling passed he buried his head in the woman's breasts kissing them.

"You'd be surprised by everything a sailor know. By the way, what's your name, beautiful?

"Helena." She smirked before nibbling on his ear. "Don't you wanna relax a little before facing the sea this morning?"

"How do you know I'm leaving at sunrise?"

"It was just a wild guess. But it seems I'm good at it."

"What's your price, gorgeous?"

"For a handsome and strong man like you...?" she watched him for a few seconds."Just two coins. I won't charge you for my part."

Helena stood up. She walked among the tables guiding Chris by the hand.

Helena nodded to the man who was guarding the door and he walked away, allowing Helena and Chris to enter that dark hallway. As they passed by the doors in that hall, Chris realized that the loud music outside supressed the sound of couples having fun in there.

Helena opened the door and entered the last room, followed by Chris. She asked Chris to sit on the bed while she untied her bodice.

Chris had drunk so much he could hardly unbutton his shirt, but the sight of Helena's body, almost naked in front of him, made him try it hard.

Helena got closer to help him while kissing his lips. Chris brought his hands to her body while she removed his shirt.

Still kissing her, he pulled her to the bed. He really wanted to make the moment to be worth his coins.

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Wrapped in a sheet, Helena got up from the bed and watched Chris lying asleep. For a moment she felt sorry for the guy. Besides being handsome he was definitely an interesting guy. That moment they spent together didn't need to be paid.

Somehow, Helena felt sorry for having misled the poor guy. For fifty coins she accepted to lure him into that bedroom and she just needed to get him drunk until he fell asleep. All that should happen before midnight. That mission was easier than she imagined. Chris was practically drunk when she met him and it didn't take her long to discover who was the big man she was looking for.

She didn't need to get him to drink more, after a moment of pleasure, the poor fellow fell asleep on the bed.

When Helena looked at the clock, she got worried. Dick Valentine was too late and she feared that Chris could wake up before they arrived. She wouldn't know what to do to hold the man in that room for some more time.

She went near Chris' belongings and took his sword, hiding it behind a closet. It would be better to prevent anything.

At that moment she heard a light knock on the door, like a code. She opened the door and saw her sister Deborah.

"They arrived." Deborah whispered.

Helena shook her head only. Deborah went away for a few seconds and she soon returned with Dick and two other men. Dick patted Helena's bottom as he entered the room.

Helena jumped slightly with his attitude, but she continued holding the sheet over her body.

Dick pointed his gun at Chris and shook his head to Keith. Once Keith approached Chris and touched his arm, Chris stood up frightened seeking for his sword which he left beside the bed.

With the vague movement he realized he was trapped. Besides the man near him, Chris saw a second man beside Helena and a third man by the door. He knew there was nothing to do, specially considering his condition.

"Captan Redfield?" Dick asked with a pipe in his mouth.

"What do you want from me?" Chris asked irritably .

"Where's the map? It's the only thing we want and we can release you as soon as we get it."

"What map?"

Dick's blue eyes became impatient .

"Stop messing around, Captain. We can hurt your little friend. The man by the door pointed the gun at Helena."

"If you want to kill her, suit yourself. She's certainly on your side."

Keith hit his weapon on the Chris' chin. Chris walked away putting his hand on his mouth and tasting blood. He realized that these men were really willing to do anything. Although he'd certainly protect that map with his own life, something about the map made Chris give it to that man while he could think of a way to escape.

Chris was wearing only his underwear, then he bent down slowly to reach his vest, pulling out a parchment and handed it to Dick.

Dick opened the parchment with a smirking. The mark on the top of the parchment confirmed that this was really the map they were looking for. But after trying to read, he got totally annoyed.

"What the hell? What language and codes are these?"

Chris remained silent and hid his laughter. Such a scroll in those pirates' hands was like a sword in the hands of a woman like Helena. A disaster.

"Answer me."

"I don't know. I don't understand it either."

"Stop playing around, Captain. If you had this map it is because you know what to do with it."

Chris remained silent and looked down. The drink had taken most of his reflexes away and he knew he shouldn't try to do anything.

"Bring him with us" Dick said. "Salute our new captain."

Chris felt someone pulling him by his arm and he didn't resist. Before heading out the door he looked at Helena and lowered eyebrows.

Helena looked down trying to avoid that gaze.

Chris knew that once they were on the sea, he wouldn't be able to do anything anymore. So he needed to think of a way to escape before it. Chris just expected to have enough time to recover from that hangover first.