Lynn had kept quiet after the incident in her cabin two days prior. Though she would not deny it happened, she felt no need to dwell on the fact that she practically broke down. Then again, if one cannot have a breakdown in the presence of kin then why have a breakdown at all? Thankfully neither her father nor grandfather had commented on it once she had finally regained some sense of composure. Granted she had not slept more than twenty minutes at a time since then, only catching a catnap here and there. She feared if she did not get proper sleep soon she may just snap completely. And when a Sparrow snaps it is not pretty. For all she joked about Jack's own sanity, he truthfully had his deck stacked to the fullest, with the addition of a few tricks up his sleeve.
She often joined the men in the daily work, if only to give her mind something simple to dwell on. Mindless labor always brought relief to her. The fact that it kept her from shooting random people also came as a benefit. Surprisingly, even to herself, she let Jack and her grandfather captain the Sea Hawk for the most part. Usually if anyone even thought of captaining her ship, they would find themselves key-hauled before they could blink. Then again, Jack did tell her to let more of her true nature out, and she honestly did not mind depending on those she trusted to help out, even if that trust came rather grudgingly.
"You all right there lass," Mr. Gibbs asked bringing Lynn out of her thoughts. Looking up from where she currently sat sewing a piece of tattered sail, Lynn frowned slightly.
"Is there a reason I shouldn't be? Jack didn't do something stupid again did he," she asked in a somewhat resigned tone, knowing her father likely screwed something else up in her cabin.
"No, no, Jack is keeping clear of your cabin after what happened last time," Gibbs chuckled at the memory of his captain running from a girl at least a head shorter than himself. "You seemed a bit lost is all."
"Aye, though recently I think I'd rather be lost than found," she muttered cryptically causing Gibbs to frown. "No worries Mr. Gibbs, I'm just letting my mind wonder. Besides, it gets a bit stifling with three captains on board if you catch me drift."
"Aye, that can be a bit vexing," Gibbs looked over to the helm where Jack and Captain Teague both stood, though Jack obviously fought for control of the ship through his none to subtle posturing.
"Has he been doing that all day," Lynn asked amused as she watched Teague give Jack a look that had the younger man backing away slowly.
"Close enough to it," Gibbs shook his head in exasperation. "Then again, I've never known Jack to let another out captain him. No offense."
"None taken. I'm much the same way," she smirked. "Usually anyway."
"I must admit you've been right generous with your ship," Gibbs studied her for a moment.
"Ah, don't go thinking that I'm not what the rumors said Mister Gibbs," Lynn gave him a wicked look. "I am a Sparrow by blood after all, and us Sparrows will use any means we feel necessary to reach the opportune moment to obtain that which will benefit us most at the time it will in fact benefit us."
Gibbs blinked then sighed. "One things for certain you Sparrows rarely make sense to us ordinary pirates."
"Now Mr. Gibbs, you're not making any sense mate," Jack stated cheerfully coming up behind his first mate. "Us Sparrows always make sense to the ordinary pirates who know that making sense is only half the point of not making sense in the first place."
"Right," Gibbs sighed again, even more exasperated than before. "Well, while you Sparrows are making any type of sense, that only Mother's Love could figure out, I'll go try to coax some more wind into these sails."
The father-daughter pair watched the other man wonder off, calling out various orders as he went.
"You know you probably shouldn't tease him like that," Lynn admonished, though the grin on her lips took the bite out of her words.
"Now you're not making any sense," Jack frowned at her playfully. "There's no fun in being predictable."
"Aye, but if you're always unpredictable, could not one predict that you will not do what one expects," she raised a brow at him wryly.
"Cheeky brat," Jack grinned back in shared amusement.
"So what do I owe the pleasure of you presence?"
"Ah, we captains need to convene to decide just where our next step should go," Jack explained. "It seems we are running a bit low on supplies, and I will not let the rum be gone!"
"The rum is gone," Lynn asked, partially incredulous. "We had twenty barrels! And it's only been 4 days since port!"
"What can I say Luv, rum is one of the most elusive creatures of the world, constantly disappearing on us, despite our efforts to keep it around in abundance," Jack stated sadly, hand clutched to his chest as if in pain.
"Right, and the fact that you're constantly drinking said elusive creature makes no never mind," Lynn scoffed at Jack's innocent, or at least an attempt at innocent, look. Chuckling, she gave up on trying to get any straight answer out of him. "I suppose we'd better get going, I doubt Grand Da will appreciate waiting for long."
"True the old geezer gets more ornery every year," Jack snipped.
"You're just mad because he won't let you captain the ship," Lynn snickered at his outraged expression.
"Am not!"
"How old are you?"
"Old enough to captain a bloody ship," he huffed as they walked towards the captain's cabin, Lynn laughing as she followed him.
All the men on the crew would agree that the carefree laugh from the lass was a welcomed sound.
