He carried her back to his ship. Painfully thin, she was draped over his shoulder, her ribs sticking out; she was light as a bag of feathers. She was wearing a midnight blue dress that had become worn and dirty from the struggle but still it magnified her beauty, especially her eyes.

They were blue grey with tears lacing the dark lashes. He still saw the look of fear on her face as he had approached her, it was haunting, for some strange reason he couldn't forget, even though she most probably would when she would awake. If she would awake, he thought.

In the dark her features were lit by moonlight casting an eerie glow, almost too familiar, over the two figures. The girl was 20 with long, brown hair that had slight curls and wisps to it. Her face was slightly tanned but not overly, as it was not proper for a lady of such high status as herself. Delicate features and prominent cheek bones made her stand out most, apart from the unique eyes. She smelled sweetly of flowers and perfumes and the man inhaled deeply. It was a nice smell, he decided. Her features, however, contrasted from that of her 'captors'. He had extremely tanned skin and a red bandana, holding back a mass of hair and randomly braided trinkets and even a piece of bone. The tri- cornered hat covered his eyes and cast a shadow over his sly grin and gold teeth. His clothes were typical of his profession, a faded old shirt, blue grey overcoat, black breeches and heavy sea boots. He smelled strongly rum and salt, and although it wasn't a revolting smell, hers smelled far better than his, or anybody he had ever encountered, for that matter.

He hadn't meant to harm her, or even scare her for that matter, but when he had covered her mouth to stop her screaming she had kicked him. He pushed her away from him and, getting caught in the skirts of her dress; she had tripped and hit her head on a rock, falling unconscious almost immediately. Unfortunately for him, the young lady had screamed as she fell, he had no choice than to take her with him.

'Almost there now, lass. Don't die on me yet.' He sighed, the girl showed no signs that she had even heard him.

He carried her onto the beach and set her on the sand, waiting for the small row boat to reach shore.

'Is she … uh, dead?' A young gentlemanly figure asked, his short ponytail being blown by the gentle breeze. The man on the sand looked up, letting the moonlight fall on to his face.

'If she was dead, would I be carrying 'er here? Bare in my I don't much like 'aving dead, undead or otherwise not of this world, bodies on me ship.' He wasn't fond of undead bodies or the moonlight, and the gentle man, standing above him and the girl, felt the same.

'What happened?'

'Problems arose, ensued, were… overcome. Now help me get her into the boat and onto the ship.' The two men lifted the girl into a rowboat and began rowing to the ship anchored off shore.

'She looks just like…'the gentleman began but was cut off.

'Aye she does if not prettier.' The gentleman scowled at his friend, who held up his hands in apology. The girls dress was slightly off her shoulders and as the gentleman brushed away her hair he caught a glimpse of a tattoo.

'What does that mean?' He asked tracing the moon and butterfly on her back, just below her shoulder. Looking up from his rowing the other man replied,

'It means we've found our key.'

My first fanfic everyone so please review… no flames please though they make me sad :'(

Do you think I should continue this ? And have you got any ideas?