A/N: Hi, everyone. I have the new chapter ready for you. Hope you like it.
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Chapter 3
A few months later…
Felicity entered one of the rooms of the house, cloth in hand. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of liquor that the room seemed to be enveloped in and quickly opened one of the windows. She turned and looked at the unmade bed and numerous bottles lying on the night stand. Now, this was her job. To make the beds once the morning came, to pick up every thing that's not supposed to be there and generally to make the rooms presentable for the next night. No one forced her to do something she didn't want to do even if the Madame-Millicent- did not like her that much. That was insignificant to Felicity though because the rest of the women working there had quite the soft spot for the nine year old helper-soon to be ten-, especially Ginger.
Once she was finished with the rooms she was supposed to help in the kitchen and in everything that might be needed to be done. In exchange of her work she had her own bed but she had to share the room with Ginger. She was fed twice the day like the rest of the girls so she couldn't complain about food.
The only thing she hated however was the night in the house. That was the most difficult for her to get accustomed to. She was very young but as she lived there she had come to understand what kind of work the girls there had to do and she couldn't say that she liked it. In a matter of months she had come to learn too much for her age no matter how hard Ginger-who had taken the girl under her wing-tried to prevent it. But when you lived in a house with almost eight prostitutes it's a bit difficult to avoid learning things fast. Just the noises were enough in order to realize what exactly was going on in the next rooms.
"Felicity!" she heard Ginger hiss and she gasped as she turned around to look at her.
"I've been calling for you." She said as Felicity finished with picking up the bottles and walked over to the door. Ginger took them from her and motioned for her to follow.
"I just came from the grocer. I have fresh oranges. Go and try one." She said to the girl who beamed at her. They walked into the kitchen and Ginger threw the empty bottles away as Felicity picked an orange from the table.
"The rest of the girls are out to buy new dresses so it's going to take them long to return." Ginger said as she sat next to Felicity and took the orange from her. She peeled it carefully before she handed half of it to the girl.
Felicity patted Ginger's hand and pointed upstairs, where Millicent slept.
"Oh, don't worry about her. She's asleep. She won't wake up till late in the afternoon, hon." Ginger said dismissively as she took a bite from the orange. Felicity nodded and helped herself with the fruit.
"Don't stain your new dress. It took me ages to make it for you." Ginger said as she wiped at the young girl's chin with her finger. Felicity quickly shook her head and Ginger winked.
"Good girl. So, what do you think I should make for lunch? Potatoes or peas?" she asked and Felicity shrugged. Ginger shrugged too before she burst into a laugh. Felicity smiled too until Ginger paused in her laughing to widen her eyes.
"Oh, I must fix her damn dress! She'll go into a fit if I don't have it ready until she's up." She exclaimed as she stood up and cleaned the table from the orange.
"Be a love and bring me some potatoes from the backyard, hon." She said as she patted Felicity's head with her hand. With a nod the girl obliged.
That night, Felicity was sitting awake on her bed later than usual since her time had been occupied with a book she had managed to acquire. She had found it on the ground as she was coming home from an errand and so she had decided to give it a read. Apparently it was a history book and she had managed to read half of it in a few hours. She licked her finger and slowly turned the page, her eyes drinking in the words hungrily.
A loud thud against the door caused her to gasp and look up from the book. She saw that the door had been pushed slightly open, probably from a customer, so she stood up to close it again. She was ready to push it closed but the sound of a male voice coming from down the hall caused her to pause. She strained her ears to understand why it sounded so oddly familiar but she couldn't quite place it. She heard the door down the hall closing loudly and she soundly shut her door as well. She closed her book and slid under her covers. She closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep despite of the noises.
The next morning she was woken up by a hand on her shoulder. She stirred and turned on her back to see Lucy, one of the girls, looking down at her amused.
"Wake up, sleepy head. You're supposed to be tidying up the rooms by now, remember?" Lucy said quietly trying not to wake Ginger who was sleeping in her own bed soundly. Felicity smiled apologetically and sat up as Lucy made her way out of the room and down the stairs. She rubbed her eyes and pushed strands of her hair away from her face before she stood up. She made her own bed and then left the bedroom as quietly as possible. She started with the room next to hers and she continued down the hall.
One hour later she opened the door to the largest room and walked inside. The darkness of the room made her wince and she hastily opened one of the windows to let some light in. Slowly she made her way towards the bed but she stopped when she saw that the bed was vacated by a person, more particularly a man. Blushing bright red she made to step back but as the man turned onto his side with a light snore her eyes widened. She knew that man and she definitely knew that dreadlocked head.
She narrowed her green eyes and took a few steps forward until she was standing next to the bed. Her wide eyes studied the features of the man who was none other than Jack Sparrow. The bed sheets were around his naked waist and one of his hands was resting under his pillow. Felicity blinked as a smile formed on her face at seeing him there. Her brows furrowed the moment she realized the reason why he was actually there but she pushed it back for she was actually quite happy to see him again. Biting her lip she reached with her small hand and poked his arm. The action caused him to hum and bat the offensive finger away. Felicity pursed her lips and tried again, this time shaking him with her hand. Jack's eyelids slowly opened and a slow sleepy smile spread on his face.
"Hmm…fancy that. A…fairy…" he murmured and Felicity frowned deeply at his mumblings.
Fairy? She was definitely not a fairy.
She placed her hands on her hips and pursed her rosy lips as he went right back to sleep and started snoring again as if nothing had happened. She rolled her eyes and started poking him with insistence. He kept wiggling away from the insolent finger but Felicity was determined to wake him. Jack growled and huffed before he opened his eyes with great effort, ready to snap at the intruder who had the nerve to disturb his wonderful sleep with the irritating poking.
His chocolate eyes focused on a pair of green ones and he paused. His eyes widened remarkably when he realized that the person who woke him up was none other than the little girl he had brought there a few months ago. The green eyes that were looking at him hopefully belonged to the little thief he had accidentally met months ago. The same little girl he had brought to the whorehouse seven months ago.
"Well, I'll be damned…" he breathed as he took in the image Felicity made in clean clothes and shining hair. She resembled nothing of the frail, dirty clothed girl he had met before.
"…if it isn't me little thief." He concluded with a chuckle and Felicity smiled at him, happy that he remembered her. His chuckles stopped when he realized he was almost naked in front of the girl and he snatched the covers up to his naked chest until they reached his neck.
"What you're doing in here, love?" he asked and she raised her dusting cloth to show him.
"Oh…Well, I am not in need of dusting, love." He said and she giggled which caused him to smirk as he sat up.
"You're alright then, aye?" he asked and the girl nodded.
"That's good then. Any ideas where me wench Lu-…Ginger is then, love?" he corrected himself and she pointed to the bed.
"Ah." He nodded as he shifted uncomfortably under the sheets. Why did he feel so uncomfortable? She was just a child. Oh, well…he didn't really know what to say to one.
If she was older? Well, that'd be an entirely different situation and a much more comfortable one for him to start a conversation.
She can't talk, mate. His inner voice pointed out for him and he grimaced.
Right. He thought as Felicity looked at him curiously, watching as different expressions passed over his face.
"Felicity! What are you doing in here?!" Lucy asked with a gasp as she entered and pulled her back from Jack. Felicity glared at her with a look of incredulity upon her face and Jack chuckled.
"Leave her be, eh? She didn't know I was in here. Besides she's quite the sight to wake up to, don't you think?" he asked with a wink towards the young girl.
"Always the charmer, Jack." Lucy said as she rolled her eyes.
"Ah…" he started as he raised one finger, "But this time I have nothing to gain but a nice warm breakfast." He said and Lucy pushed Felicity towards the hall.
"You heard the captain. Wake up Ginger and help her to prepare breakfast." The red head woman said and Felicity could do nothing else than to obey. Maybe she would see him again later and maybe he could tell her one of his stories.
End of chapter 3
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