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"I think she's awaking!"

Gasping for air, you're blinded by light as your eyes flutter open. Coughing as someone gently rolled you onto your side, you note men in white shirts standing by a Paramedic car.

Eyes widening with fear, you rise up quickly and ignore the throbbing pain. Glancing wildly around you, you begin to mutter aimlessly, "No…not right…no…can't…."

Staggering to your feet, you find that your clad in your Victorian costume and by the docks which were made of metal.

"Miss, you must rest", one of the Paramedic's insist, but you push past him and begin to walk away and back into the main street.

You slowly force yourself to relax. Rushing up the street, you gasp at the store you had been searching for.

It wasn't there. Nothing but a run down shop. The windows were smashed, the door had graffiti on it and an old sign reading 'For lease' was on the front.

Hours pass by, and you can't quite remember how you managed to make it home or how you undressed yourself without help unlacing the corset. Restless sleeping drowns the rest of the day.

This wasn't right. It can't be right. No.

You were going home. If you couldn't find a reasonable explanation, you were leaving. Heaving your belongings into the taxi, you close the boot and enter the passenger seat. A short while passes, and once again you're back at the airport.

Heaving your bag up the escalator, the mass of people seems nothing but a dull buzz. Being in a daze, you rush into a young couple that stood by the rotating belt. From the corner of your eye, you see the young man's hair tied back and the young woman with beautiful brown and gold hair cascading down her back. "Sorry", you mutter and don't look back.

Joining the line the back of the line, you sigh for no reason while waiting for what seemed like hours. A short while later, a man approached, "Miss, I need to check your pass port."

You roll your eyes at him and give a cynical stare, "No! I'm not falling for that again! I'm - " Not even allowing you to finish your sentence, your thrown forward as your bag is ripped from your fingers and the man bolted into the mass mob of tourists.

"Hey! OI! Gimme back my bag, you fu - " you ram into a mans shoulder and gasp as your arm is pained. The man is now nearing the exit with your bag. You look up to see something remarkably peculiar.

Coming from nowhere, a regular sized man rammed hard into the thief, sending him backwards and onto the ground. You stare wondrously as the jean-clad stranger planted a rough punch into the thief's face before snatching your luggage from him.

Your stomach gives a powerful jolt as you continued to stare at the strangers back; his dark hair ruffled and roguish, his singlet hugging his well-toned and tanned body, the few tattoos upon his forearm and what looked like a small plat in his hair.

Finally nearing him, you begin to thank him, "Thank you so much! I swear, if I - "

Turning to face you, your fingers ungrasped your other bag and it falls by your feet, as you stood awestruck. That brilliantly tanned face, those perfectly structured cheekbones, the devilishly groomed moustache, those wonderfully kissable lips and those chocolate brown eyes lined with what could only be coal.

He catches you as your knees buckle under you, "Fall from heaven, angel?"

A sudden warmth washes your whole body that you can't explain as you throw yourself onto him, almost knocking him backwards as you catch his lips. Your mind is swimming, your heart thumping as you swoon over those soft lips that teased you…

Pulling back, you take in a deep breath, smelling that luminous scent of rum, sea and spices. Blinking back tears of happiness, you smile, "I thought I would never see you again. I thought it was all a dream, nothing but a fairy tale story without a happy ending," he kisses your cheeks before gazing lovingly into your eyes as you continue, "All fairy tale stories are 'spose to have happy endings!"

Jack brushes your cheek softly and began to murmur softly, "There was once a tale, that a infamous pirate was on a quest to get his ship back. He was with a young blacksmith who was also after his bonny lass."

"On his quest, he was with a adventurous woman, who he fell in love with. They managed to get the ship back, but something terrible happened. Just as they made another escape, his lass was taken away from him, just after they had declared their love", he said in a rumbling voice with what looked like fear of loosing you again.

Smiling warmly at him, you run your fingers over his face, reassuring yourself he is real, "I never knew you were the romantic type!"

"Love, I'm the biggest romantic to ever walk this world more than once!" He wriggled his brow mischievously.

"How did you -?" You begin but find that he has taken command of your mouth and your thrown into bliss for a brief moment.

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Walking towards the exit, you can feel Jack's finger running up and down your wrist, sending shivers throughout your body. Looking up at him, you smile and feel wonderful when he winks in turn.

The sunlight hits your skin, and you admire the gorgeous setting sun over the beach. Jack indicates towards a taxi, and you look over. Smiling happily, Elizabeth waved and gave a quick grin before slipping into the back seat. Will beamed warmly at you and Jack, giving a silent nod before also disappearing into the yellow vehicle.

Also smiling as the two of you began the walk down to the beach, you ask, "Jack, how did you get here?"

Pulling you into his arms, Jack pressed his lips to yours.

"Love, that's another tale waiting to be told…"