~Chapter 4: Jack Sparrow~

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Harimilla leaned on her savior as he walked her to the crowd of people who were concerned about her and her health. She didn't know what to do, at least not really; Hari knew that the man who held her against his warm body was a pirate and she knew the possibility of him being branded as one was extremely high. All she could do was distract the guards and Commodore from the man, she had to keep his brand hidden for as long as she could or until she could come up with a better plan. She wished though, that she could hide his outfit and change into something less noticeable, something less pirate. But she knew that if she ever had the chance it was now gone because her father and everyone else had already seen how the man had dressed."

"So, what's the plan?" The man whispered from the corner of his mouth, his arm still holding Hari up as she leaned fully against him, playing the victim. Something had already taken away the pain from her, leaving her fit as a fiddle. However, Hari could not stop shivering as if she had been trapped in ice

"Just follow my lead," Hari replied, her mind playing through different scenarios as they stopped in front of her father and the Commodore. Hari leaned more heavily into the pirate's arms as if she was struggling to stay awake, she heard her adoptive father's strangled yelp as she closed her eyes.

"Hari! Wake up. Hari!" Weatherby was starting to panic, guilt rushed through Hari as she listened to him trying to wake her up but she knew without a doubt that her father would kill the person she owed her life to.

"Princess?" The heavily accented voice questioned as his left hand brushed hair out of the female's face, with this action, Hari opened her eyes. To those around her, they looked blurred and dazed as if she was drunk but they knew that it wasn't because she was drunk but because she had just survived an ordeal.

"Dad..." Hari breathed out, the pirate's arm firmly around her waist, holding her up.

"Yes, Hari?" Weatherby leaned closer, happy his daughter was awake and talking, even though she had to hold to a man older than her for it.

"You..." She started before letting out a horrible cough, her entire body shaking from the force of it. The man holding her lifted her up into his arms, her cold shivering body pressed tightly against his.

"I know that we're all concerned but perhaps putting her into bed would be beneficial." The pirate, holding Hari, strolled forward.

"Yes, yes of course." Weatherby relaxed, the man was obviously trying to help his daughter without anything in return.

"I'll take her now," The newly named Commodore asserted, his face tight with anger. Why was the Governor listening to this man? He was obviously a pirate, his outfit suggested so!

Hari tightened her arms around the pirate's neck, shaking her head. Hari cursed, of course, the Commodore would still be suspicious but she refused to give in, she would let this pirate get away stock free.

"Now, now," Weatherby patted the man's back when he saw the deflated look, "She's probably still scared."

The group walked away, leaving the newly promoted man standing on the docks. His body shook with anger as he watched how casually the pirate held the one he loved.

Hari's hair blew viciously in the wind, barely missing the pirate's face as he followed Weatherby to the Governer's home. His boots clicking on the stone path as his long legs made their way through the small town, he ignored everyone that so much as looked at him twice instead preferring the look at the small female in his arms. The female was watching him as well with lidded eyes, she was beautiful in his opinion, the most gorgeous female that he had ever laid his eyes on.

"What's your name?" Weatherby asked from where he was walking in front of the small group, his head turned to the side to face the man that was holding his youngest daughter.

"Smith, John Smith," The pirate answered, grinning to himself as he looked back towards the docks. He could feel the girl's eyes on him and knew that she had picked up on his lie, he would give her his real name in due time.

They finally arrived at the manor where the governor and his family lived, 'John' followed a maid upstairs to where the female's room was. The servant left after being dismissed by Hari, once in a more private setting Hari jumped down from the pirate's arms and quickly locked the door behind the woman. After securing the area, she ran around tying sheets together with square knots, the pirate watched her from where he stood with an amused smile.

"You need to leave," She stated, her hands holding a long length of tied up sheets. She looked at him with a smile on his face, "Thank you for saving me but I really think you should go now, Commodore is onto you and when dad finds out, you are likely to lose your head."

As she gave one end of the rope to the pirate she held onto to the other, knowing that she was going to help the man leave. It would be difficult, considering he was much larger than her but she knew that she could do it if she tried her best.

"Love, we could just tie one of the ends to a bit of furniture," 'John' announced with an amused smile, watching as the female shook her head with a stubborn pout, she wanted to help, she wanted to prove that she could do something worthwhile.

Once he was ready the pirate turned to look at her with a smirk on his face, "It's Jack, by the way, Captain Jack Sparrow."