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Chapter 3: The many moods of Jack Sparrow

Olivia sighed with pleasure as she scrubbed away five weeks worth of dirt and grime. She was finally clean! Whenever I get home I'm going to take three baths a day, she silently promised herself. Sure, she was bathing in cold salt water, but it didn't bother her. She knew the ship had to ration its fresh water and they certainly wouldn't waste it on her personal hygiene. Olivia glanced at her hands and gasped. Her fingertips were wrinkled and shriveled like raisins. How long had she been sitting in the metal tub? Long enough she decided as she stood up.

            Minutes later she was dressed once again in her tattered old dress. She had rinsed it out with salt water and soap, but it had long ago lost its lovely green color and was now an odd dishwater gray. She wrung out her soaking hair and frowned. Her hair was naturally straight, but since she had no comb or maid to style it, it would dry in kinks.

"Oh well, it's not as if I am trying to impress anyone. I'm just happy to finally be free!" Olivia spun around joyfully. On her fifth spin she was quite dizzy and crashed onto her little bed. Laughing she turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling. I really must stop talking out loud to myself like that. What if someone would hear me? They'd think I was crazy!

Hmmm, maybe you are crazy.

Yes, I could very well be.

Oh dear. She really was losing it.

Someone was knocking on the door. "Miss? Are ya done with yer bath yet? The Captain wants ta have a word with ya now." Pat's voice filtered through the wooden door.

Patting her drying hair, Olivia ran over to the door and flung it open. "Good evening Pat! Yes, I've finished, but only just a few moments ago. I was so happy to finally have a bath that I suppose I lost track of the time."

"That's alright, lass. Ya look like a completely different person without the dirt," he joked. He squinted at her, examining her face. "Ya didn't fall while you were in there did ya?" he asked.

Olivia was confused. But then again, she seemed to be experiencing a lot of confusion lately. "Why, of course I didn't! Why do you ask?"

Pat shook his head. "Never mind, lass. Captain Sparrow has been waiting for ya. It's not good to keep him waitin fer long."

Olivia grew nervous as they walked along the deck towards the captain's quarters. She didn't want to face him again so soon. She had made a complete fool of herself in front of him and he was also under the impression that she fancied him. Olivia snorted out loud. Hardly. He just has a very…unique look about him that startled me.

But remember the handsome face. And the eyes. You couldn't stop staring into them…remember?

Oh hush up! Of course I remember. Don't remind me. It's embarrassing enough that he thinks I'm unable to remember my own name when I'm near him. Anyway, I've eaten and bathed and I feel loads better now.

            "Err, miss? We're here," Pat said hesitantly, dragging Olivia out of the never ending battle that went on inside of her head. Her cheeks turned crimson as she looked at him. She didn't want him to think she was crazy too!

"Of course. Thank you Pat, and please call me Olivia," she smiled at him. He really was such a nice man. She wandered if he had any children. He'd make a wonderful father. But then again he was a pirate, so perhaps not.

Pat opened the door for her and then turned and disappeared back out on deck. Inhaling deeply, Olivia stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

The room was dim; the only light filtered through a small port hole in the far corner. A desk sat in the middle of the room, and a large chair for the captain sat behind it. Speaking of the captain…where was he?

"So good of you to join me, love." Olivia jumped. How did he get behind her? She quickly turned around, mentally praying she wouldn't make herself look like a fool in from of him again.

"You certainly clean up nicely. Soap works wonders, aye?" His voice was positively dripping with sarcasm. Was he ever serious?

"Yes, I suppose it does clean off five weeks of dirt quite well," she answered smoothly. Suddenly she realized that he was staring at her face. He shook his head.

"Pull up your sleeves for a moment, love," he said after a moment. Olivia started at him, contemplating whether or not he was joking. His eyes were serious.

"Alright," she muttered and pulled up the worn sleeves of her dress. He reached out and gently took her arms peering at them. The bruises! That's why everyone was looking at her so oddly. Her eyes widened and she drew her arms quickly from his grasp, ashamed. She never liked to look at them; they served as a painful reminder of something she wanted to forget.

"Well, Captain Sparrow, I'm assuming you wanted to ask me a few questions? That's why you called me here, am I correct?" Olivia asked with false cheerfulness, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible.

The captain just stared at her, his head tilted to one side.

An uncomfortable silence filled the cabin. Olivia nervously shifted her weight to her left foot and chewed on her bottom lip. Finally he spoke.

"The crew of the Stella Maris was not kind to you, I see. The bruises on your face should be attended to. But you're lucky to be alive. If you hadn't noticed during your stay aboard their ship, killing is a game to them; pure pleasure. Nothing seems to excite them more. But I can see you don't want to talk about it. What's your name, love? You never did tell me," he asked as he walked…or rather swaggered, around her towards his desk.

"Olivia Williams," she muttered. He swung around to face her again, his eyes wide in disbelief. But whatever shock he had just experienced, was quickly masked with a mildly interested expression.

"Well, that's interesting. That's very interesting," he replied nonchalantly. "How old are you, then?"

"I'm seventeen."

He nodded. "That sounds about right. Now tell me, did dear Captain Barlet ever tell you why he kept you alive?"

Olivia was about to question his reply about her age, but chose to overlook it. "They just used me as a servant," she answered. Why did he care anyway?

Olivia tilted her head as she waited for him to reply. He seemed to be lost in his train of thought. "Well," he said suddenly, "I have no doubt that they would have found you useful. Very useful. Did they ever ask you you're name, love?"

Just what was he getting at? "Yes, when they first captured me."

Jack nodded again. He stood up, swayed dangerously and then frowned. "Okay, we're done here. I've got a lot to do and don't need you to worry about as well. Go…go, sew or something."

Olivia raised her eyebrows at him. His mood certainly changed quickly. He was hiding something…but what?  "No, I don't think I will. But I would like to extend my thanks to you. Even if it was unintended, you freed me and got me off that horrible ship."

Jack started at her. He wanted her to leave. He'd already given too much away. The less she was around him the better. "Don't be thanking me too soon, Olivia. You may not be on the Stella Maris anymore, but you're still a prisoner. What makes you think I'd let you go so easily?"

Olivia started at him. Her tolerance for pirates was dropping. Scowling she turned and yanked open the door. "Good day," she said coolly, and slammed the door shut behind her.

That man is impossible! Just who does he think he is? He has no further use for me…he can let me go!

Yes, he was rather rude. But he's terribly handsome when he's deep in thought like that.

Alright, that's enough. He and his crew are certainly nicer than the crew of the Stella Maris, but that doesn't mean you can trust them, or have crushes on them!

I DO NOT have a crush on him; I just said he was handsome!

Olivia opened the door to her tiny cabin. Someone had brought her dinner while she was with the captain. It was probably Pat. She smiled and sat down to eat.

OK. Third chapter. I had a hard time writing it, and the relationship between Olivia and Jack is not what I wanted. But he knows something that she doesn't and … well you'll see. But things will change soon I promise!  There will be romance yet! You don't want to rush things though, right? I'm writing this at midnight, so I hope it's "up to par" and everything. Leave me a review and tell me what you thought! And thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far! You guys are the best! I really do appreciate them.

BTW-I started making Olivia talk to herself…I know it's odd, but too bad. She hasn't done it all her life…just during her time on the Stella. Little background info there. Lol

BTW again! I'm going away to visit the family down in Alabama tomorrow. I'll be gone from August 1st-10th. They don't have a computer so I won't be updating this story for 10 days! But I'll write the next chapter on the plane and in the car so it'll be ready to post when I get home…that is if you guys want another chapter!

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