Tituba and I were finishing up preparing dinner. I stop what I'm doing and turn to her.
"Tituba, I have a favor to ask." She turns to me curiously. "Will you take my place tonight in serving the captain?"
"Why? What happen?" she says surprised, cleaning off her hands.
"I really don't want to talk about it." I shrug,
"But-" she begins, I cut her off.
"Please Tituba, just… please." I beg. She looks at me with concern, but just gives me a firm nod. "Thank you." I sigh gratefully.
After I was done serving the crew in Tituba's place, I began cleaning the kitchen. I hear the door open and turn to see Tituba. I just stop and stare at her. We both just stared. I finally broke the silence.
"What happen?" I sigh.
"He was confused when he saw me walk in, instead of you. He was pretty quiet the rest of the meal, which isn't normal, as you know." I smile and shrug. "He did ask about you though." She continues.
"Really, what did he ask? 'Where's my play thing?'" I say annoyed. Tituba looks at me with surprise.
"He said that?" She says with almost disappointment in her voice. I nod, and grab the pot full of old left over's, heading out the door to the main deck. It was cooler outside on deck, with a night breeze. It was just as beautiful as usual. I walk over to the railing and begin dumping out leftovers into the ocean. The sound of footsteps creaking on wood is heard behind me; I turn to see Jones, with his usual smirk plastered on his face. I roll my eyes and continue dumping out the pot. I hear him sigh with annoyance.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"Nothing." I say bluntly.
"Okay?" he dismisses. "Anyways, I missed you tonight." He goes to grab my hand but I pull away.
"I bet you did." I say sarcastically. "I bet everyone misses their play things." I hiss. His face becomes stern. He was caught, and I knew he wasn't going to be expecting that.
"You didn't actually believe that, did you?" he shoots.
"Why shouldn't I believe the truth Jones?" I snap. "I knew I shouldn't have fallen for you, you're a bloody pirate for Christ sakes. You don't have feelings for me, you never have!"
"Oh, okay! Your right then! I never had feelings for you!" he comes back. "Is that what you want to hear?" I just glare at him. He sighs with annoyance. "You are acting bloody ridiculous."
"I'm acting ridiculous?" I sneer. "I'm not the one manipulating feelings."
"No, but you are the one acting like a stupid child."
"Fuck you!" I yell.
"Yeah I'm sure you'd like that!" I slap him across the face. I see anger and annoyance in his eyes. We finally sit there in silence. I feel tears begin to burn my eyes.
"Don't screw with my feelings just because you're unsure of yours."I turn from him, and finally walk back to the cabin slamming the door behind me.