OK, so here it is. The new revised chapter one!(hopefully) I don't know how many times I've gone through this damned thing. If you see anything give me a shout and I'll fix it-again…
The night breeze flowing over the blood felt cool, better yet it made me feel distant. Far and away from the life I had come to hate, from the people that hated and hurt me. The light drew closer, and yet I was not blinded. I reached up and tried to touch it, but it seemed to shy away from my touch. I put my arm back on the arm rest, the light continued towards me. I let it get a little closer and tried to reach for it again, this time I succeeded. There was a warm sensation, a good feeling seemed to radiate through me. I closed my eyes and let this feeling take me away.
The sound of waves rumbled in my ears. Waves? How? I fluttered my eyes in an attempt to open them. A voice called.
"Oy, captain! The lass is waking!" I saw a large man with grey sideburns hovering over me. I sat up slightly and saw what I could only guess was the captain heading our way. dressed in what could only be called rags, grungy dirt filthy boots, and hair done in ragged dreadlocks with god knows what dangling from them held back with a red bandanna and a god awful hat. Though with just this one first look you could not imagine him in anything else. His face was handsome enough, though just as dirty as the rest of him. But in all of his dirt filthy handsomeness, it was his voice that seemed to melt me away. oh what a voice, smooth, yet rugged and tough. No doubt this is a voice that has talked its way into many a woman's bed, and out of many a woman's wrath. I found myself staring.
"So, our little sea witch is finally awake ey? If you wouldn't mind love, I'd be liking to hear your name" He asked. I snapped out of my trance.
"Addy Kadenski," I said." Who are you? and where am I?" I asked. The man smiled, revealing a few gold teeth.
"I am Captain Jack Sparrow, love. and you are on my ship The Rip Breaker." He said. I tried to stand, I became light-headed and swayed to the left. Just before I fell, Jack caught me by my arm and felt my forehead. He turned to the other man.
"Take her to my cabin, and have Cookie stir her up a broth, she has a fever." He said handing me over. The large man took my arm and we walked down a small flight of stairs, and across the deck. He opened the cabin door and led me through.
"Here you go, miss," He said as he had me sit at a large table in the middle of the room. "My name is Mr. Gibbs."
"Addy." I replied. He nodded.
"You just rest here and I'll go have the cook make you a nice broth to bring down the fever." He said. I smiled.
"Thank you Mr. Gibbs." with that he left. I looked at my new surroundings. How on earth had I gotten here? I looked at my wrists, no cuts, no scars, no nothing. Just pale, un marred flesh. Things were getting weirder and weirder. The table I was sitting at was covered in maps and notes. I stood up and steadied myself, from both the fever and the motion of the ship. I wandered around the room. It was decently clean. A large bed sat in a corner with a small side table next to it. A closet was placed at the back of the room. Just then the door opened and The Captain sauntered through.
"Where did you find me? How did I get on the ship?" I asked. He smirked at me.
"Now I don't think your in the position to be asking those questions miss." he said.
"Fine, what do you want to know?" I sighed, my head began to pulse. I laid my head on the table and looked at him. he cocked his head at me.
"You feelin' alright love?" He asked.
"Considering the fact that I should be dead, yea, I'm fine." I growled at him. He gave a small chuckle.
"Why should you be dead love?" He asked. I sighed.
"Because, I cut open my wrists. But now, somehow, there's not even a scratch." I mused, looking over my wrists.
"There were no cuts on you love." he said flatly. "You were floating in the wreckage of a ship. You were the only one we found, alive or dead." I shook my head.
"That's impossible," Just then Mr. Gibbs came in with a tray. On the tray was a steaming bowl of something I guess I was supposed to call soup(though it could hardly be called so, it was a sickly green color withy just as ill-looking objects floating in it) and a tall glass of a pungent brown liquid. He set the tray down in front of me.
"There you go miss. A nice broth and a glass of rum, cures everything." He said with a great smile. I could hardly contain my disgust, but managed a weak smile anyways.
"Thanks Mr. Gibbs, but you can take back the rum. I'm not much of a drinker." I said as nicely as I could. He gave me a bit of a sour look.
"That's fine Gibbs, I'll take the rum." Jack said as he reached across the table for the glass.
"Aye sir. If that be all?" he asked. Jack nodded.
"Right then, ill be off." he said. he turned and walked out the door. Jack took a large swig of rum and looked at me.
"Now love, you were sayin?" He asked.
"Huh? oh, right. you found me in the wreckage of a ship? its impossible because when I passed out I wasn't on a ship. I wasn't even anywhere near water for that matter." I said swirling my spoon around in the mucky broth.
"Eat some of it at least love." Jack said. I looked up at him, a grim look set in his face. " I can guarantee that it isn't goin to taste very good, but its better than nothin at all and it will help bring down that fever of yours." he said.
I nodded my head and ate a spoonful of the 'broth'. it was, to say the least, disgusting. Not so much that it made you want to puke it back up, but surely to never eat it again in your life. Jack went up to a large cabinet and pulled out a few rolls of large maps. He sat at the far end of the table and began scanning over them, making marks here or removing them there.
I got nearly half the bowl gone before I felt my stomach curdling at the thought of eating another bite.
"No more. I just cant eat this anymore. Its completely rancid." I said as I pushed the bowl away. Jack smiled at me from the other end of the table.
"That's fine love. its late anyhow." he said. I looked out the cabin window. sure enough the sun had set, the moon hanging proudly on the horizon surrounded by stars. staring out at the sky, a thought seeped into my mind.
"Um...Jack?" I said hesitantly. he turned from the cabinet after putting the maps away.
"yes love, what is it?" he asked. I frowned.
"First of all, why do you keep calling me 'love'? My name is Addy." I said. Jack grinned.
"Saved my hide more than once." he said.
"You mean it kept you from getting the snot beat outta you by a woman?' I asked.
"Aye love. that would be the truth. so many women, so many names. Hard to keep up with them all." he laughed. I shook my head.
"That's terrible." I said.
"Your other question love?" he asked. I sighed.
"Where am I sleeping?" an evil grin spread across the pirate captains face. "I don't like that look." I said.
"Well as I see it, you've got two options. one, you sleep below deck with the crew-"
"I'd rather jump off a cliff." I interjected. A wicked smile played at his mouth, showing off his gold teeth.
"Well then love, then I guess that leaves you with only option number two." he laughed, I cringed.
"And what, dare I ask, is option number two?"
"Why, you share my bed of coarse." he smiled. My eyes became wide as saucers, and my face flushed 50 shades of red.
"Wha...I...you...you're barking mad! I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you!" I stammered.
"Well there is the chair, if you prefer it. though I dare say it wont be as comfortable." he said tauntingly as he handed me a blanket.
"I think I'll risk it." I huffed snatching the blanket and marching over to the large overstuffed armchair. I sat down with my back against one side and my legs hanging over the opposite armrest. Jack laughed. giving him one last glare I wrapped the blanket around me and closed my eyes.