Christian knocked politely on Eve and Jack's door. Fortunately for him,
only Eve was home.
"Hello," He stuttered, seeing her in a corset-like top and trousers, which she had changed into for the night, "I was just, er, wondering. . ."
"Yes?"
"Were you serious?" He spat out.
"Which time?"
"When you asked me to join you on the Dark Angel."
"Naturally. I was surprised you spoke Spanish. Muy bueno."
"So, I'm on your crew now?"
Eve nodded and sat down on the bed, motioning for Christian to do the same.
Christian's legs shook as he walked over. "Am I a cabin boy or something?"
"No! of course not, love. You have more naval experience than a lot of my crew. You'll be a bit higher than that. Probably an average crew mate."
Christian smiled crookedly and thanked Eve.
"It's no problem, really. You'll love it, I can imagine it's in your blood, too."
"My father was never a pirate!"
"It don't have to be your father, lad."
"Nor my grandfather or anyone."
Eve chuckled. She would be surprised if Thomas Riley, Adam's father, was a pirate. She believe his job used to be as a computer analyst.
"Your mother, lad! She and I met that way, as well as your father and her. I set them up, I did! Me and Jack."
Christian's face lit up. Maybe the yearning he had felt for so long was because he needed to be free of uniform and rules.
"We're humble pirates, lad," Eve said as she watched the thought pass his mind a few minutes later, "We don't murder unless someone attacks us, no worse than your average Naval vessel."
Christian raised an eyebrow. Eve sighed, "Ok, so we drink a bit more, and we don't always pay for what we take. Happy?"
He smiled. "Very. But my father won't be. He's going to stop us if we leave when he knows."
"Exactly. And that's why we're leaving in three nights at 2 in the morning, savvy?"
"You'd lie to my father like that?"
"Nope."
"But you just said. . ."
"If he asks when we're leaving I'll tell him at 2 in three days. Any assumptions he makes from there are his own bloody fault."
Christian quieted. "Would you lie to me?"
Eve's face softened for a moment, and she touched his face. "Ask me no questions, lad, and I won't tell you any lies."
Christian looked her straight in the eye. The moonlight shone through the thin curtains and highlighted her face, her soft lips and thoughtful eyes. He put his hand on the side of her face too. And without really thinking, without considering that she was married and that she was much older than he, and that her husband was the notorious Jack Sparrow, he leaned forward and kissed her.
When she responded by inching closer and wrapping her arms around his neck, Christian moved his hands to her waist, where the gap between shirt and trousers allowed him a touch of soft, cool skin. She shivered and opened her mouth, an oppurtunity Christian took to let his tongue wander.
Finally they parted. Christian blushed, realizing what he had just done. Eve giggled. "C'mon, lad, I didn't stop you."
Suddenly he realized how at ease Eve was, even after a few drinks. She was drunk!
He stood, but Eve stood with him. She sauntered up to him and pushed her body on his, drawing her fingers over the thin material on his chest then weaving them together behind his neck (which was much higher than her height).
"So do it again."
Christian stuttered. His body was not making this easy. "D-do wha-at, Eve?"
He barely caught her whisper "This," before she went on her toes and kissed him, this one deeper and more passionate than the last.
Again when they parted, Christian wished he had done so right away. He backed away from her, frowned, and said, "As much as I want to. . . I'm sorry." He ran out the door and down the hallway.
Eve stood for a moment, staring at the door. Then she walked to the bed, layed down, and cried herself to sleep.
~***~
Jack walked tiredly up the stairs. He had stuck around a little longer than Eve and everyone else to talk to Will by the fireplace. He reflected on the conversation.
Will had said that Elizabeth had been forced to marry the Commodore, in the end, by her father. Then when Norrington had died, Eve had visited Elizabeth and Will, learning of Will's feelings. Soon after their departure, her father died. Then, grief consumed and drunk, Elizabeth wandered to Will's very own smithy, taking his best sword and shoving it through her heart. He told the story with no emotions.
Then he talked about a short sailing expedition, with much more animation in his voice, with a band of pirates who had known his father. Jack had recognized the names, but Will had made a lot more out of three weeks then there was, and Jack had begun to get bored, so he left.
And thus he was on the never-ending marble stairs, walking towards his wife and a large bed.
He walked in the doors and saw his wife asleep on the bed. He stripped down to trousers and layed next to her, surprised to find the pillow wet with tears. Tired and filled with a little too much alchohol, he ignored it and snuggled up to her.
"Hello," He stuttered, seeing her in a corset-like top and trousers, which she had changed into for the night, "I was just, er, wondering. . ."
"Yes?"
"Were you serious?" He spat out.
"Which time?"
"When you asked me to join you on the Dark Angel."
"Naturally. I was surprised you spoke Spanish. Muy bueno."
"So, I'm on your crew now?"
Eve nodded and sat down on the bed, motioning for Christian to do the same.
Christian's legs shook as he walked over. "Am I a cabin boy or something?"
"No! of course not, love. You have more naval experience than a lot of my crew. You'll be a bit higher than that. Probably an average crew mate."
Christian smiled crookedly and thanked Eve.
"It's no problem, really. You'll love it, I can imagine it's in your blood, too."
"My father was never a pirate!"
"It don't have to be your father, lad."
"Nor my grandfather or anyone."
Eve chuckled. She would be surprised if Thomas Riley, Adam's father, was a pirate. She believe his job used to be as a computer analyst.
"Your mother, lad! She and I met that way, as well as your father and her. I set them up, I did! Me and Jack."
Christian's face lit up. Maybe the yearning he had felt for so long was because he needed to be free of uniform and rules.
"We're humble pirates, lad," Eve said as she watched the thought pass his mind a few minutes later, "We don't murder unless someone attacks us, no worse than your average Naval vessel."
Christian raised an eyebrow. Eve sighed, "Ok, so we drink a bit more, and we don't always pay for what we take. Happy?"
He smiled. "Very. But my father won't be. He's going to stop us if we leave when he knows."
"Exactly. And that's why we're leaving in three nights at 2 in the morning, savvy?"
"You'd lie to my father like that?"
"Nope."
"But you just said. . ."
"If he asks when we're leaving I'll tell him at 2 in three days. Any assumptions he makes from there are his own bloody fault."
Christian quieted. "Would you lie to me?"
Eve's face softened for a moment, and she touched his face. "Ask me no questions, lad, and I won't tell you any lies."
Christian looked her straight in the eye. The moonlight shone through the thin curtains and highlighted her face, her soft lips and thoughtful eyes. He put his hand on the side of her face too. And without really thinking, without considering that she was married and that she was much older than he, and that her husband was the notorious Jack Sparrow, he leaned forward and kissed her.
When she responded by inching closer and wrapping her arms around his neck, Christian moved his hands to her waist, where the gap between shirt and trousers allowed him a touch of soft, cool skin. She shivered and opened her mouth, an oppurtunity Christian took to let his tongue wander.
Finally they parted. Christian blushed, realizing what he had just done. Eve giggled. "C'mon, lad, I didn't stop you."
Suddenly he realized how at ease Eve was, even after a few drinks. She was drunk!
He stood, but Eve stood with him. She sauntered up to him and pushed her body on his, drawing her fingers over the thin material on his chest then weaving them together behind his neck (which was much higher than her height).
"So do it again."
Christian stuttered. His body was not making this easy. "D-do wha-at, Eve?"
He barely caught her whisper "This," before she went on her toes and kissed him, this one deeper and more passionate than the last.
Again when they parted, Christian wished he had done so right away. He backed away from her, frowned, and said, "As much as I want to. . . I'm sorry." He ran out the door and down the hallway.
Eve stood for a moment, staring at the door. Then she walked to the bed, layed down, and cried herself to sleep.
~***~
Jack walked tiredly up the stairs. He had stuck around a little longer than Eve and everyone else to talk to Will by the fireplace. He reflected on the conversation.
Will had said that Elizabeth had been forced to marry the Commodore, in the end, by her father. Then when Norrington had died, Eve had visited Elizabeth and Will, learning of Will's feelings. Soon after their departure, her father died. Then, grief consumed and drunk, Elizabeth wandered to Will's very own smithy, taking his best sword and shoving it through her heart. He told the story with no emotions.
Then he talked about a short sailing expedition, with much more animation in his voice, with a band of pirates who had known his father. Jack had recognized the names, but Will had made a lot more out of three weeks then there was, and Jack had begun to get bored, so he left.
And thus he was on the never-ending marble stairs, walking towards his wife and a large bed.
He walked in the doors and saw his wife asleep on the bed. He stripped down to trousers and layed next to her, surprised to find the pillow wet with tears. Tired and filled with a little too much alchohol, he ignored it and snuggled up to her.