Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers and readers! My thanks to you! I'm in such a good mood, I think I'll write the fifth chapter for you all! I got the idea for one of the parts of this chapter from Sparrow's Girl's story, The Many Faces of Jack Sparrow Part I. Check it out! And have you noticed that Danielle swears more than Jack? May your lives be long and your rewards many! Read on, if you will!
Chapter 5: One Long Night
After a long day of scrubbing the decks of the Black Pearl, Danielle was tired and hungry. She hadn't eaten since the previous day, before she'd boarded the ship.
"Damned acursed boat," she yawned, looking for a place to sleep. Jack had told her that she could eat her supper with the crew, but she had refused. 'Bunch of leering, dirty-minded idiots,' she thought.
Wrapped in a blanket she'd nicked from the Captain Jack's quarters, she lay on the deck, staring up at the stars, waiting for sleep to come. She was just drifting off, when a crash of thunder jolted her out of sleep.
"What the bloody hell?" she exclaimed, sitting up.
Suddenly the sky burst open, and Danielle was almost instantly soaked through.
"Dammit!" she cried, running to the shelter underneath the overhang of the roof of the main cabin. "God damn that jackass! He was right!"
She reached the haven of the overhanging roof and leaned against the wall, catching her breath.
Suddenly, the wall behind her moved inward and she tumbled into the dry space inside.
"Knew ye'd change yer mind," a voice said smugly from behind her.
She stood up and turned, and found herself staring into the kohl-rimmed eyes of Jack Sparrow.
She scowled. "I haven't changed my mind. I'm going to sleep on the deck. Good night," she said stiffly, turning to march out the door.
"If yer sure, lass," he said, closing the door behind her.
Out in the rain again, she huddled in the lee of the cabin wall and shivered.
"A poxy curse on that damned bastard Sparrow," she grumbled, hunching over and swearing in her mind at jackass captains.
Finally, she could take no more. She moved quickly back to the door, and tried to open it.
"Damn!!" she yelled when the door remained shut. "Dammit! Sparrow! Open this damn door!!" She pounded on the dark wood. "Sparrow!" she cried, a pleading note coming into her voice. "Open this door! Come on, Sparrow, please?"
Finally the door opened.
"All ye had ta do was say the magic word," Jack said as Danielle stomped inside, completely soaked.
"Damn you," she said, shedding her wet blanket.
He cocked an eyebrow.
"Do you have any dry clothes I can use?" she asked.
"Yeah, in the drawers over there," he answered, pointing to an antique dresser.
"Thank you."
"Yer welcome, love."
She grunted, already rifling through the dresser. "Can I use these?" she asked, holding up a pair of rough cotton breeches and a shirt.
"Of course, love. There's a privy through there...Unless you'd rather change out here?" he smiled suggestively.
"No," she said over her shoulder, closing the door.
The privy was the most luxorious that Danielle had ever seen. It had a white porcelain bathing tub in one corner, and the floor was made of a beautiful golden wood. The walls were covered with the same golden wood.
"God damn....," she murmured, staring at the room.
There was a thump in the main cabin behind her, which snapped her out of her trance. She changed into the dry clothes quickly, and went back into the cabin.
She stopped cold. Jack was standing with his back to her, completely naked. She gulped and made a few strange noises in her throat before fleeing back to the safety of the privy. She closed the door and leaned against it, panting as if she'd just run a long distance.
'Oh dear sweet lord, I hope he didn't see me!' she thought.
She paused for a few moments, steeling herself, before she turned toward the privy door again. Opening it, she kept her eyes on the ground and cleared her throat.
Jack turned around just as she lifted her head. The sight that met her eyes was more than she wanted to see.
"Oh God!" she whispered. She turned and fled once again into the privy, blushing furiously.
Jack smiled and dressed. He walked over to the privy door and knocked.
"Love? Are ye in there?"
There was a strangled noise, then a "Yes."
"Ye can come out now."
"No, I think I'll sleep in here tonight."
"Well, if yer sure...," Jack said, turning away.
The door opened, and Danielle came out.
"I, uh, need,um...blankets," she said, her eyes riveted to the wooden floorboards.
"The only blankets on this ship are on me bed, in Annamaria's quarters, or in the crew's bunks. Take yer pick."
She raised her eyes to look at him suspiciously.
"Where will you sleep, if I sleep in your bed?" she asked.
"In my bed, o' course."
"With me in it as well?"
He cocked an eyebrow. "Unless ye choose ta sleep somewhere else."
She scowled at him. "I'll be sleepin' in the privy," she stated, quickly turning around and closing the door.
Jack stared at the door for a few moments before muttering, "Stubborn lass." He turned and fell into his bed, quickly falling asleep.
In the privy, Danielle tried to get comfortable on the wooden floor, murmuring to herself' "This is going to be one hell of a long night."
Chapter 5: One Long Night
After a long day of scrubbing the decks of the Black Pearl, Danielle was tired and hungry. She hadn't eaten since the previous day, before she'd boarded the ship.
"Damned acursed boat," she yawned, looking for a place to sleep. Jack had told her that she could eat her supper with the crew, but she had refused. 'Bunch of leering, dirty-minded idiots,' she thought.
Wrapped in a blanket she'd nicked from the Captain Jack's quarters, she lay on the deck, staring up at the stars, waiting for sleep to come. She was just drifting off, when a crash of thunder jolted her out of sleep.
"What the bloody hell?" she exclaimed, sitting up.
Suddenly the sky burst open, and Danielle was almost instantly soaked through.
"Dammit!" she cried, running to the shelter underneath the overhang of the roof of the main cabin. "God damn that jackass! He was right!"
She reached the haven of the overhanging roof and leaned against the wall, catching her breath.
Suddenly, the wall behind her moved inward and she tumbled into the dry space inside.
"Knew ye'd change yer mind," a voice said smugly from behind her.
She stood up and turned, and found herself staring into the kohl-rimmed eyes of Jack Sparrow.
She scowled. "I haven't changed my mind. I'm going to sleep on the deck. Good night," she said stiffly, turning to march out the door.
"If yer sure, lass," he said, closing the door behind her.
Out in the rain again, she huddled in the lee of the cabin wall and shivered.
"A poxy curse on that damned bastard Sparrow," she grumbled, hunching over and swearing in her mind at jackass captains.
Finally, she could take no more. She moved quickly back to the door, and tried to open it.
"Damn!!" she yelled when the door remained shut. "Dammit! Sparrow! Open this damn door!!" She pounded on the dark wood. "Sparrow!" she cried, a pleading note coming into her voice. "Open this door! Come on, Sparrow, please?"
Finally the door opened.
"All ye had ta do was say the magic word," Jack said as Danielle stomped inside, completely soaked.
"Damn you," she said, shedding her wet blanket.
He cocked an eyebrow.
"Do you have any dry clothes I can use?" she asked.
"Yeah, in the drawers over there," he answered, pointing to an antique dresser.
"Thank you."
"Yer welcome, love."
She grunted, already rifling through the dresser. "Can I use these?" she asked, holding up a pair of rough cotton breeches and a shirt.
"Of course, love. There's a privy through there...Unless you'd rather change out here?" he smiled suggestively.
"No," she said over her shoulder, closing the door.
The privy was the most luxorious that Danielle had ever seen. It had a white porcelain bathing tub in one corner, and the floor was made of a beautiful golden wood. The walls were covered with the same golden wood.
"God damn....," she murmured, staring at the room.
There was a thump in the main cabin behind her, which snapped her out of her trance. She changed into the dry clothes quickly, and went back into the cabin.
She stopped cold. Jack was standing with his back to her, completely naked. She gulped and made a few strange noises in her throat before fleeing back to the safety of the privy. She closed the door and leaned against it, panting as if she'd just run a long distance.
'Oh dear sweet lord, I hope he didn't see me!' she thought.
She paused for a few moments, steeling herself, before she turned toward the privy door again. Opening it, she kept her eyes on the ground and cleared her throat.
Jack turned around just as she lifted her head. The sight that met her eyes was more than she wanted to see.
"Oh God!" she whispered. She turned and fled once again into the privy, blushing furiously.
Jack smiled and dressed. He walked over to the privy door and knocked.
"Love? Are ye in there?"
There was a strangled noise, then a "Yes."
"Ye can come out now."
"No, I think I'll sleep in here tonight."
"Well, if yer sure...," Jack said, turning away.
The door opened, and Danielle came out.
"I, uh, need,um...blankets," she said, her eyes riveted to the wooden floorboards.
"The only blankets on this ship are on me bed, in Annamaria's quarters, or in the crew's bunks. Take yer pick."
She raised her eyes to look at him suspiciously.
"Where will you sleep, if I sleep in your bed?" she asked.
"In my bed, o' course."
"With me in it as well?"
He cocked an eyebrow. "Unless ye choose ta sleep somewhere else."
She scowled at him. "I'll be sleepin' in the privy," she stated, quickly turning around and closing the door.
Jack stared at the door for a few moments before muttering, "Stubborn lass." He turned and fell into his bed, quickly falling asleep.
In the privy, Danielle tried to get comfortable on the wooden floor, murmuring to herself' "This is going to be one hell of a long night."