Moonie looked at him, "Then why am I here," she asked. She was in no mood for any jokes and in no mood for sarcasm.
"I figured you'd like to relax and bathe without interruption and ," he looked at her and saw the look on her face. "Oh hell, look, I was trying to be nice," he scowled at her. "I blame myself for what happened and I wanted to make it up to you," he said. "I'll be on the beach," he said and turned to leave.
Moonie grabbed his arm, he turned, "I'm sorry.. it's been a very troubling night for me, don't blame me for not knowing what you're thinking," she said. She moved closer, "Thank you," she whispered and kissed his cheek. She turned and headed for the waterfall.
Jack smiled, but only slightly. "I'm sorry if I gave ye the wrong impression about this Moonie," he said softly. "I'll leave ye to your bath."
Moonie went to the edge of the small pool that the waterfall emptied into and peeled off her clothes and boots. She slipped into the water and swam to the fall. The water was icy but it felt good to her sore body so she didn't mind. She stood when she reached the fall and let the water pound into her, slowly she began to feel like herself again. She thought about Jack and wished she could get into his head. Those eyes of his were so full of mystery and yet he was not the kind of man to let someone, especially a woman get close to him. She swam for awhile, trying to think what she could do that would show him how much he meant to her. When an idea came she left the pool and dried off with the towels he'd left by the fire then dressed in the clean clothes he'd also left her.
She picked up a stick from the fire along with the towels and her boots and made her way to the beach. She found him staring off toward his ship, "She's haunting," she said softly.
Jack had heard her coming, but didn't turn around. "Aye, she is," he said. He turned to her as she sat down next to him. "Did ye enjoy your bath?" he asked.
Moonie nodded, she looked out to sea, unable to look at him. She wasn't sure what to say so she remained quiet.
Jack leaned back on his elbows and looked as her damp hair blew in the breeze. "I am very sorry about what happened tonight Moonie," he said. "I've had a bad feeling about Joey for a long time and I let you become his plaything."
Moonie didn't look at him, "You made up for it when you stopped him from going any further... I don't want to talk about it anymore," she said. She turned to look at him. "Ever," she said serious. She turned back to the sea, "How's Marty," she asked.
"He'll be fine after some rest," he said. "He didn't land directly on his back, so that saved him." He relaxed a little more and lay down in the sand and stared up at the moon and the stars. "What's the future like?" he asked. "I mean, are there pirates?"
Moonie laughed, "Not like you, well except in the movies," she said. "The future is so different, I mean, here you have to make a fire, in the future you flip a switch and the whole room lights up... it's beyond your imagination. I know I'll never take anything for granted if I get home," she sighed.
"Oh, I can imagine quite a bit," he said with a smile. "What's your favorite thing about home?"
Moonie thought about it, "My friends, people I love," she shrugged.
"I can't imagine anyone not loving you," he said glancing at her.
Moonie laughed, "Name one person on your ship that likes me," she said.
"Gibbs for one," he saw her raise an eyebrow and laughed. "Don't let that old coot fool you love, he likes you," he said. He looked back up at the sky. "I like you," he said. More than I should he thought to himself.
Moonie shook her head, she saw something and jumped up excitedly, "Look a whale," she exclaimed.
Jack smiled at her excitement. "Aye love, lots of creatures out there in the sea. Perhaps tomorrow we'll see some dolphins," he said.
"You've not taken a lot of time for yourself have you Moonie?"
Moonie sighed, "That's the future for you, by the time I put in a sixty to eighty hour week at work I've got no time left hardly for my friends, much less me," she said. "That's one thing I like about here and now, it's quiet people aren't shoved together like sardines... you can breathe," she told him.
Jack smiled. "I know exactly what you mean love," he said gently. "That's why I love being at sea. Feeling the air on my face. Seeing new places. Even though I've gotten my arse in a few tight places sometimes," he said with a laugh.
Moonie sat back down beside him, "I need to talk to Marty in the morning," she said.
"Moonie, he knows that ye didn't mean for that to happen to him," he said gently. He reached up and touched her arm, wondering if she would shy away from him. "He'll be okay."
Moonie smirked, "I have something else to talk to him about," she said.
Jack arched an eyebrow at her. "Oh?" he questioned. "Anything ye want to tell ole Jack about?"
"Nope," Moonie quipped. "Just cause you're the captain doesn't mean you have to know everything," she leaned closer, "It's a surprise," she whispered.
Jack eyed her and reached next to him. "Want a drink?" he asked holding up a bottle of rum. What in the hell was she planning he wondered.
Moonie took the bottle and took a long drink, it burned at first but it stopped the pain in her throat. She handed it back to him. She giggled when she saw he looked surprised by how much she drank at one time, "I can drink any man under the table," she told him.
"I doubt ye can drink me under the table love," Jack said and took a long drink. He looked up. "Look, a shooting star," he said. "Make a wish love." He said softly as he looked at her.
Moonie closed her eyes and made a wish, "Ok, did you make a wish too," she asked.
Jack didn't close his eyes, but kept looking at her. He had only known her a short time, but there was something about her that he just couldn't shake. And it scared him. Scared him almost as bad as when the Beastie ate him and spit him out at world's end. "Aye love," he said still watching her. "I did."