Punches
She grumbled curses as she walked down the ship from her quaint room. Her hand cradled against her chest, throbbing with fresh pain.
She had just punched Jack.
She had her reason to strike him across the face, that man was vulgar. He had stumbled into her room, slurring words in her face. She played along for a bit until he grabbed her and pinned her small body to the wall. She wriggled from his grasp and struck him across the face. Not a slap but a punch. For a moment she was proud of herself, seeing the man yelp and stumble around. His nose ajar bleeding profusely.
Until she realized she threw the punch wrong and might have cracked a bone or two. She pulled herself up the ladder and through the hatch, taking in gulps of the fresh sea air.
"So nice of you to join us miss Cross" a shout was heard across the deck causing the small woman to jump as she slammed the hatch door shut. She stormed over to the holder of the voice, fury Clearly streaming from her body.
"One of your men just decided to 'visit' me in my room" she seethed, keeping her injured hand from view. The blonde looked confused, gripping the wheel tightly.
"Who was it?" His voice falling into a serious tone. He eyed her rigged form shock clear on her features. A ghost of a smile played across his lips, "You think I would allow such acts on my ship?" He quirked a brow. She shook her head slowly mouth still slightly open.
"I thought-"
"We may be pirates but I do not allow my men to do those acts," he watched her eyes look down almost in shame before flicking back to meet his.
"now who was it?"
"Jack...it was jack" she breathed, he nodded jaw taunt in anger. They might not be noble men but that stepped the line. He nodded towards his quartermaster to take the wheel. She still stood rigid by the stairs eyes focused on him only, until he brushed by catching her bad hand. A surprised yelp left her lips, she mentally cursed holding her hand. The woman hadn't noticed the blonde stop and turn.
For the first time that she had joined the crew had he seen her so fragile. She stood looking at her swollen red raw hand with almost childlike confusion, he blinked. Her pale eyes held pain and anger. A unfamiliar feeling bubbled in his gut, anger filled his blood and fists clenched.
"Did he-"
"No he didn't, I hit him" And she smiled, a smile full of pride. So the feeling doused his body in relief. She began to fall back into her usual proudest, stood firm and clear. He walked towards her taking her injured hand in his
Causing the woman to hiss in protest.
"you swung wrong" his voice was soft.
"You don't say" she chuckled sarcastically, groaning as he brushed his fingers over the swollen flesh. He looked up eyes catching hers for a moment it was just the two of them.
"Sir! That whore you call a doctor hit me!" A man stumbled onto deck holding his bloody nose.
AN: Like i said drabbles, sorry its so short. But i wanted to show you that this girl can hold herself, no damsel here. but she isn't some sort of kong fu kicking badass eaither, she cant do half the amount Edward can. but that will come later. hope you enjoyed. thanks for the follows and faves, much love :D
