Chapter 3...
"Ah, something's got me!" Katrice shot up off the floor, tumbling straight down again. Jack shaded his eyes from the sun, looking over to Katrice. She scowled at him, angrily.
"What did I do?" He asked. Katrice stood up, brushing herself off before replying.
"You had hold of me." She hissed down at him. Jack put his hands behind his head.
"Did I?" Katrice huffed, walking over to him and kicking him in the side. Jack, however, caught hold of her foot and pulled her down on top of him. He smirked at her.
"Love, if ye were so desperate to have me in such a position ye coulda jus' asked." He said, huskily. Katrice raised her eyebrows. Then she decided to play along. She like fun ,especially if it was at this cocky pirate's expense.
"This way is so much more fun, don't you think, Jack?" She purred. Jack breathed in her scent. It was a mix between some kind of alcohol and salt. As he moved his lips towards her, Katrice rolled off him bringing her knee up. Jack cried out in pain as Katrice laughed, reaching under her bed.
"Ah, got it!" She said, triumphantly, holding up a bottle. Jack, although in pain, reached for it. Katrice pulled it back, cradling it to her.
"It's mine."
"What is it? Is it rum? Please say its rum for ol' Jack." Katrice laughed.
"It's Caribbean rum for young Katrice, actually." She said, uncorking the bottle and swigging it before, reluctantly, passing it to Jack. He swigged it before screwing up his face and spitting it all over the cabin and Katrice.
"Don't waste it!" She shouted, pulling it from him then wiping her face of the liquid.
"What th' hell is that?" Katrice swigged it.
"Caribbean rum with coconut. Gorgeous isn't it?" She said. Jack looked at her.
"Normal rum is nicer." He muttered. Katrice grinned, standing up, putting the rum on her vanity table and walking to her wardrobe. She pulled the doors open, looking through her clothes.
"What to wear…" She said to herself, tapping a finger on her lip. Jack snuck up behind her, snaking his strong arms around her waist.
"What about nothing for ol' Jack?" Katrice jumped, spinning around to Jack.
"Don't sneak up on me like that. And I wish you would stop referring to yourself in third person, it does get rather annoying." She said, slapping his arms of her and turning back to her wardrobe. She pulled out a simple white shirt and black baggy trousers.
"You, out." She ordered, pointing to the door. Jack frowned.
"Why? I won't look." He said, putting his hands over his eyes. Uncertainly, Katrice began changing, unaware of Jack parting his fingers, watching, silently.
"Done." She said. Jack grinned, removing his hands.
"See I didn't even peak." He said. Katrice smiled.
"How very gentlemanly of you." She said, chucking his shirt at him. Jack caught it, pulling it on.
"Now to face my doting brother." Katrice said, sarcastically. Jack frowned.
"Not a typical brother sister relationship with ye two, is it?" Katrice shook her head, opening the door. With Jack following her, she walked up to the deck, slowly but calmly. Dylan caught sight of Jack before he even registered his sister's presence.
"You are meant to be in the brig! Zach!" Katrice jumped forward.
"I let him out." She said. Dylan glared at her as she lowered her head.
"And why did you do that, darling baby sister?"
"Because we got talkin' and he's actually a nice guy." Dylan laughed.
"You like him. You have taken a fancy to that." He said, pointing to Jack. Jack grinned, sauntering over to them. He held out a hand.
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, mate." Dylan took Jack's hand, wearily.
"Sparrow, now why does that name sound familiar? Oh the stories say you lost your ship twice and have a woman in every port." Jack frowned at his suddenly damped reputation. Dylan turned back to Katrice.
"You're becoming one of his common whores." He spat. Katrice looked appalled.
"I am not! I just like him as a friend." She shouted. Dylan shook his head whilst smiling, smugly. An awkward silence followed.
"Uh, mates, my ship is waitin' fer me in Tortuga so maybe ye could jus' drop me off there. What say ye?" Jack asked, breaking the silence. Dylan nodded.
"It's only a day or two away so I suppose we may as well. I'd do anything if it means I can get rid of you quicker." He said to Jack, who merely smirked.
"I suggest you get down to the galley and cook something nice up." Dylan said, pointing Katrice towards the galley. She nodded and grabbing Jack's arm pulled him off with her.
"Stupid brother…" She muttered, slumping down on a stool. Jack pulled up another and sat by her.
"What is the deal with the two of you? Jus' sibling rivalry or more?" Jack asked as Katrice pulled up a bag of potatoes.
"Well he thinks that I'm the favourite and has gone his whole life trying to outdo me and now because he's older and a man he just took over the captain role. Stupid bloody brothers." Jack smirked.
"I know exactly what ye mean, love. Well, actually not exactly because I have a sister not a brother." Katrice smiled, slightly.
"What's she like?"
"She's called Kaitlyn. Lives in Tortuga with her friend. Jus' had a kid. That's why I was going Tortuga and I know that is where me girl will be." Katrice frowned.
"Your girl? Wife?" She asked, a wave of nausea washing over her. Jack laughed.
"Don't be silly, me Pearl, love. Me Pearl is me only love." Katrice looked back to the bag, picking up a knife from the table. She felt secretly relieved that Jack had no wife but wasn't going to say. She didn't love him but she did have a crush, just a little one.
"So are the stories true?" Katrice asked. Jack smirked, leaning closer to her.
"Depends which one yer talking about, love." He drawled. Katrice pointed the knife at Jack, a centimetre from his neck. He looked at her, confused.
"Like I said, Jack, I won't be one of your common whores." Jack sighed, leaning away.
"Just 'cause yer brother said that don't mean its true, love." Katrice glared at him.
"Well what about the other stories? Were there any truth in them?" Jack narrowed his eyes, pulling down his shirt neck to reveal two gun wounds on his chest and then rolled up his sleeves to reveal nasty scars on his arms.
"No, no truth at all." He growled, storming from the galley.
"Jack, I…" But it was too late and as she went to follow him she heard her door slam. Sighing, she sat back down.
"Come back…Jack...please?"
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