Stephanie stayed in her new room for over an hour without
interuption. After about 20 minutes of thinking about her past, she let her
tears flow freely. Not for long, only a few minutes, but enough to streak
and redden her face. It wasn't long before the last person she wanted to
see had come looking for her. Captain Jack Sparrow opened the door to her
room and poked his head in. He saw her sitting there, face red, tear stains
on her face. It's not a sight he was used to seeing on the Pearl.
"Oh, sad moment," he said stupidly. "Right, I'll leave you to it then." he nodded and left, carful to close the door behind him.
"Stupid male," Stephanie said with a shake of her head.
The door quickly opened again and there he was again, "Is there, uh, something..." he almost kindly tried to offer.
Stephanie shook her head, "I'm fine. You go. Find your rum. Drink it. Fun, fun, fun." she said unenthusiastically.
A fond smile came to Jack's face, as if he were remembering old memories, happy ones, "Ah, yes. Rum... I'll be off to it, then." another nod, and he was once again gone. Stephanie was glad. She wasn't exactly in the mood to have him here, fumbling around trying to be sensitive. It would be a whole new level of pathetic she just wasn't ready for.
*****
Anthony was sitting on deck, talking with Gibbs. Not about anything in particular. This and that, awkward conversation. He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder and turned his head to see the grinning face of Captain Sparrow, "Is there something I can help you with, Captain?" he asked.
Jack nodded, "Indeed you can, old man. Come drink with me. Plenty of rum for you and I. We should talk."
Anthony agreed and followed the Captain below deck to his cabin to drink the Captains favorite beverage. "So, what is it you wanted to talk about, then?"
Jack took a swig from the bottle in his hand, "Oh, right, talk... AH, Yes, I remember. Stephanie."
Anthony looked curiously at Jack, "What about her? Is everything alright?"
Jack thought a moment, "Yeah, I suppose. She's an odd girl. Grabbed me down there," he pointed down, "And not in the happy fun way, either."
"And why are you telling me this?" Anthony was confused.
"Oh, right, the real thing I wanted to know is.. Well... Why doesn't she call you 'dad?'" Jack inquired. "Are you not sure?"
Anthony shot Jack a suspicious glance and took a drink from his bottle, "And what is that supposed to mean?"
Jack shrugged, "Well, you know... Maybe your not her father," Jack stood up, bottle in hand, and motioned for Anthony to follow. They started up above deck, "Maybe someone else is responsible for her. You never know who your wife could have done the deed with..." Jack trailed off at the angry glare he recieved from Anthony. "Right, then... I think I should go now..." In a matter of seconds, Jack had disappeared back down below deck. Leaving Anthony with his rum and his anger.
*****
The day past by at a relatively fast pace. Not a lot happened. Nothing out of the ordinary. Stephanie eventually got to feeling better and came back up out of her room. She was talking to Anamaria. She liked her. They could definitely come to be good friends. It was different, talking to a woman on the crew with her as opposed to talking to a man who worked on the crew under her. It was good company.
"What was it like, Stephanie? Being the Captain of a ship? A ship like that... I can't even imagine." Anamaria asked her new friend.
Stephanie shrugged and took a sip of the rum she and Anamaria had gotten a hold of, "It was everything to me. But, it is no more. It really was no different for me being the Captain of the Widow than it is for Captain Sparrow being the Captain of the Pearl. I drink less, I think less of sex, but it is basically the same grounds."
Anamaria chuckled, "I would think of you as a much different Captain than Sparrow."
Stephanie leaned back on the side and looked inquisitively at Anamaria, "How do you figure?"
Anamaria tiled her head to look directly at Stephanie, "You're joking, right? You have a much more level head than Sparrow."
Stephanie grinned, "Well, yeah, but like I said, I drink significantly less than he does."
"*Everyone* drinks significantly less than he does," Anamaria informed her.
Jack appeared at that point in the conversation, "Right you are, lass, right you are," he agreed. "But, you two seem to be catching up tonight. Anamaria, give me a moment alone with the new lass, savvy?"
"Aye, Captain," she nodded at Jack, smiled at Stephanie and went below deck.
"So, what do you think of her?" Jack asked.
Stephanie again shrugged, "She's nice, for a pirate. Actually, too nice for a pirate."
Jack looked at Stephanie, confusion all over his face, "What? Oh, no, not Anamaria... The Pearl. What do you think of the Black pearl?" he slurred.
Stephanie took a quick glance around the ship, "Well, she's the same as the Widow. I can't help but think much of her."
Jack nodded before completely changing the subject, "Right... You know, in this light, love, you're quite the attractive woman."
Stephanie didn't so much as glance his way as she answered, "Yeah, and in your drunken state, it would be very easy for me to cut your balls off."
Jack winced at the mere thought, and remembered her threat from earlier that day, "You're probably right... I'll wait 'til I'm sober, then." he finished off his rum and went below deck.
*****
The next morning, Jack awoke and went above to find Stephanie and Anamaria playing cards, each with an empty bottle of rum. "Thirsty, loves?" he grinned.
Stephanie smiled knowingly and mischieviously at Anamaria, "Well, we were. But, we need more rum, Captain."
Jack looked at her in shock and almost horror, "What? What happened to the rum we had?"
"Well, Gibbs had some, so did a few of the other guys, and Anamaria and myself took the two bottles that were left."
Jack took one of the empty bottles from the table the girls were playing on. He turned it upside down over his open mouth and not a drop hit his tongue. "All the rum's gone!"
Stephanie laughed, "Don't panic. You had most of it gone already. We can get more in two days. It's not the end of the world." Anamaria was laughing hard at this point.
"Well, it's the end of my rum-drinking world!" Jack reminded the two.
"Surely you can survive two days?" Anamaria asked.
"It's gonna be bloody hard!" Jack exclaimed. He pointed at Stephanie "My rum's been the only thing keeping her from driving me crazy!" he stormed off in a huff, leaving the two girls laughing out loud at their scheme, and at the fact that they had 7 bottles of rum stashed under the beds in their room.
"Oh, sad moment," he said stupidly. "Right, I'll leave you to it then." he nodded and left, carful to close the door behind him.
"Stupid male," Stephanie said with a shake of her head.
The door quickly opened again and there he was again, "Is there, uh, something..." he almost kindly tried to offer.
Stephanie shook her head, "I'm fine. You go. Find your rum. Drink it. Fun, fun, fun." she said unenthusiastically.
A fond smile came to Jack's face, as if he were remembering old memories, happy ones, "Ah, yes. Rum... I'll be off to it, then." another nod, and he was once again gone. Stephanie was glad. She wasn't exactly in the mood to have him here, fumbling around trying to be sensitive. It would be a whole new level of pathetic she just wasn't ready for.
*****
Anthony was sitting on deck, talking with Gibbs. Not about anything in particular. This and that, awkward conversation. He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder and turned his head to see the grinning face of Captain Sparrow, "Is there something I can help you with, Captain?" he asked.
Jack nodded, "Indeed you can, old man. Come drink with me. Plenty of rum for you and I. We should talk."
Anthony agreed and followed the Captain below deck to his cabin to drink the Captains favorite beverage. "So, what is it you wanted to talk about, then?"
Jack took a swig from the bottle in his hand, "Oh, right, talk... AH, Yes, I remember. Stephanie."
Anthony looked curiously at Jack, "What about her? Is everything alright?"
Jack thought a moment, "Yeah, I suppose. She's an odd girl. Grabbed me down there," he pointed down, "And not in the happy fun way, either."
"And why are you telling me this?" Anthony was confused.
"Oh, right, the real thing I wanted to know is.. Well... Why doesn't she call you 'dad?'" Jack inquired. "Are you not sure?"
Anthony shot Jack a suspicious glance and took a drink from his bottle, "And what is that supposed to mean?"
Jack shrugged, "Well, you know... Maybe your not her father," Jack stood up, bottle in hand, and motioned for Anthony to follow. They started up above deck, "Maybe someone else is responsible for her. You never know who your wife could have done the deed with..." Jack trailed off at the angry glare he recieved from Anthony. "Right, then... I think I should go now..." In a matter of seconds, Jack had disappeared back down below deck. Leaving Anthony with his rum and his anger.
*****
The day past by at a relatively fast pace. Not a lot happened. Nothing out of the ordinary. Stephanie eventually got to feeling better and came back up out of her room. She was talking to Anamaria. She liked her. They could definitely come to be good friends. It was different, talking to a woman on the crew with her as opposed to talking to a man who worked on the crew under her. It was good company.
"What was it like, Stephanie? Being the Captain of a ship? A ship like that... I can't even imagine." Anamaria asked her new friend.
Stephanie shrugged and took a sip of the rum she and Anamaria had gotten a hold of, "It was everything to me. But, it is no more. It really was no different for me being the Captain of the Widow than it is for Captain Sparrow being the Captain of the Pearl. I drink less, I think less of sex, but it is basically the same grounds."
Anamaria chuckled, "I would think of you as a much different Captain than Sparrow."
Stephanie leaned back on the side and looked inquisitively at Anamaria, "How do you figure?"
Anamaria tiled her head to look directly at Stephanie, "You're joking, right? You have a much more level head than Sparrow."
Stephanie grinned, "Well, yeah, but like I said, I drink significantly less than he does."
"*Everyone* drinks significantly less than he does," Anamaria informed her.
Jack appeared at that point in the conversation, "Right you are, lass, right you are," he agreed. "But, you two seem to be catching up tonight. Anamaria, give me a moment alone with the new lass, savvy?"
"Aye, Captain," she nodded at Jack, smiled at Stephanie and went below deck.
"So, what do you think of her?" Jack asked.
Stephanie again shrugged, "She's nice, for a pirate. Actually, too nice for a pirate."
Jack looked at Stephanie, confusion all over his face, "What? Oh, no, not Anamaria... The Pearl. What do you think of the Black pearl?" he slurred.
Stephanie took a quick glance around the ship, "Well, she's the same as the Widow. I can't help but think much of her."
Jack nodded before completely changing the subject, "Right... You know, in this light, love, you're quite the attractive woman."
Stephanie didn't so much as glance his way as she answered, "Yeah, and in your drunken state, it would be very easy for me to cut your balls off."
Jack winced at the mere thought, and remembered her threat from earlier that day, "You're probably right... I'll wait 'til I'm sober, then." he finished off his rum and went below deck.
*****
The next morning, Jack awoke and went above to find Stephanie and Anamaria playing cards, each with an empty bottle of rum. "Thirsty, loves?" he grinned.
Stephanie smiled knowingly and mischieviously at Anamaria, "Well, we were. But, we need more rum, Captain."
Jack looked at her in shock and almost horror, "What? What happened to the rum we had?"
"Well, Gibbs had some, so did a few of the other guys, and Anamaria and myself took the two bottles that were left."
Jack took one of the empty bottles from the table the girls were playing on. He turned it upside down over his open mouth and not a drop hit his tongue. "All the rum's gone!"
Stephanie laughed, "Don't panic. You had most of it gone already. We can get more in two days. It's not the end of the world." Anamaria was laughing hard at this point.
"Well, it's the end of my rum-drinking world!" Jack reminded the two.
"Surely you can survive two days?" Anamaria asked.
"It's gonna be bloody hard!" Jack exclaimed. He pointed at Stephanie "My rum's been the only thing keeping her from driving me crazy!" he stormed off in a huff, leaving the two girls laughing out loud at their scheme, and at the fact that they had 7 bottles of rum stashed under the beds in their room.