That night, Stephanie and Anamaria sat on their beds, already have
drunk, and drinking yet more rum. They were talking and laughing over the
fact that they had taken the rum from their dear Captain and conversation
got a bit more serious, for Stephanie, anyway.
"What's the problem with you and Anthony? It always seems so cold between you two," Anamaria asked innocently.
Stephanie's face, which had been a broad smile, fell into a cloudy frown, "To be honest, he just wasn't there for me as a kid. And when he was.... I wished he wasn't."
Anamaria, even in her drunken state, could read Stephanies features well enough to know what she was talking about. It wasn't that far off from her childhood, "My dad hit too," she confessed. "It made me who I am today. Be that good or bad, I don't know. But you're stronger than I am, if I were to have seen my father again, I'd have killed him."
"Believe me, I wanted to. But I decided to do him worse. The first time I saw him since I ran away when I was 18, was 4 years ago. I was 24. He was a changed man. He said so, anyway. I agreed to allow him to board my ship if he forgot the fact that I was his daughter. I was to be nothing more than Captain to him from then on. Now... to him and all I'm Stephanie," she said in a disgusted tone. "But, then, I was in control. Just like he had done to me, if he didn't take orders, if he didn't listen to every word I said, he got kicked to the ground. Not always by me. Sometimes I'd order the men who actually listened to do it. Never to death, obviously, because he never granted me that privilege."
Anamaria took another sip of rum, "I'm... sorry... Shall we change the subject?" she asked desperately. "I must know if it's true that you threatened to... well... cut off the Captain's balls?" she asked, now back to her drunken giggling.
Stephanie swigged some more from her bottle, "Oh, yes, twice actually. It was bloody hilarious, if you could've seen his face!"
At that moment, the door flung open. The girls quickly hid the rum behind them where the person who entered wouldn't be able to see. Luckily, too, because it was Captain Jack Sparrow, "What's all the ruckus?" he growled.
"Oh... Just girlish ramblings, Captain, did we wake you?" Stephanie snorted, unable to hide her laughter or drunkeness.
Jack sniffed the air, "What do I smell?"
"Well, with all respect due, Captain, nothing smelled in here before you entered," Anamaria laughed.
"No, that's rum!" His eyes widened. "I smell rum! Where is it?" he began to walk towards them.
"Okay, okay, we stashed... 3 bottles of rum," Stephanie lied. She pulled out a third bottle and handed it to the Captain. "Here, you can have one. We were honestly thinking of you when we did this, Cappy, really. If we had left it there, the other men would have dranken it."
Jack suspiciously opened the bottle and took a swig. His suspicious look turned to one of glee and he flopped down next to Anamaria on her bed, "It is rum!" he said exceitedly.
"Yes, very good, drink up, Sparrow," Stephanie ordered.
"*Captain* Sparrow," he corrected before taking another long swig.
"I don't care who you are, just drink the bloody rum!" Anamaria said as she pushed upwards on the bottom of his bottle, causing him to drink even more, not that he minded.
*****
Stephanie was the first to awake the next morning. She looked at the bed and Anamaria was sleeping crookedly there. Captain Jack must have left earlier. She found out otherwise when she swung her feet down off the bed. He was on the floor between the two beds. Passed out drunk. She stood up on his back. He didn't wake up. She shrugged and put a little more weight on him. Still, he didn't wake up. She jumped and he hollered out, waking Anamaria.
"What that bloody hell are you doing?!" he demanded, feeling the morning effects of the rum. As were the two women.
Stephanie walked off the Captain satisfied, "Sorry, Captain, didn't see you there."
She brought a hand up to her head and moaned. Great. Hangover of the century. She pulled her long, tangled, dirty blonde hair back out of her face and tied it back into a pony tail with a rag/scarf thing before heading above deck for some air. When she had been up there for about two minutes with some of her old crew, Anamaria and Jack appeared as well. Equally as hung over as she.
"Who are these mates? Didn't ask all your names, therefore I don't know who you are," Jack explained foolishly.
"This one here's Tully," Stephanie pointed at a scrawney red-headed man who looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks. He waved weakly, "And this is his brother, Khol," Khol was the exact opposite of Tully. A big man with very dark hair. Jack thought he must have eaten all of Tully's meals. "This one here was always me right hand man, Macky. Call him Mac if you want. He doesn't much care." Macky was large. Tall and muscular with blond hair. Much the same color of Stephanie's. Intimidating. He had to be dangerous. But he smiled politely and nodded a greeting. "Just don't touch him, it makes him nervous. He's violent when he's nervous.," Stephanie warned with a pat to Macky's back. "I don't make him nervous."
Jack shook his head, "Well, she's obviously never threatened to tear off your little friends, then, because that'd make any man nervous."
"What's the problem with you and Anthony? It always seems so cold between you two," Anamaria asked innocently.
Stephanie's face, which had been a broad smile, fell into a cloudy frown, "To be honest, he just wasn't there for me as a kid. And when he was.... I wished he wasn't."
Anamaria, even in her drunken state, could read Stephanies features well enough to know what she was talking about. It wasn't that far off from her childhood, "My dad hit too," she confessed. "It made me who I am today. Be that good or bad, I don't know. But you're stronger than I am, if I were to have seen my father again, I'd have killed him."
"Believe me, I wanted to. But I decided to do him worse. The first time I saw him since I ran away when I was 18, was 4 years ago. I was 24. He was a changed man. He said so, anyway. I agreed to allow him to board my ship if he forgot the fact that I was his daughter. I was to be nothing more than Captain to him from then on. Now... to him and all I'm Stephanie," she said in a disgusted tone. "But, then, I was in control. Just like he had done to me, if he didn't take orders, if he didn't listen to every word I said, he got kicked to the ground. Not always by me. Sometimes I'd order the men who actually listened to do it. Never to death, obviously, because he never granted me that privilege."
Anamaria took another sip of rum, "I'm... sorry... Shall we change the subject?" she asked desperately. "I must know if it's true that you threatened to... well... cut off the Captain's balls?" she asked, now back to her drunken giggling.
Stephanie swigged some more from her bottle, "Oh, yes, twice actually. It was bloody hilarious, if you could've seen his face!"
At that moment, the door flung open. The girls quickly hid the rum behind them where the person who entered wouldn't be able to see. Luckily, too, because it was Captain Jack Sparrow, "What's all the ruckus?" he growled.
"Oh... Just girlish ramblings, Captain, did we wake you?" Stephanie snorted, unable to hide her laughter or drunkeness.
Jack sniffed the air, "What do I smell?"
"Well, with all respect due, Captain, nothing smelled in here before you entered," Anamaria laughed.
"No, that's rum!" His eyes widened. "I smell rum! Where is it?" he began to walk towards them.
"Okay, okay, we stashed... 3 bottles of rum," Stephanie lied. She pulled out a third bottle and handed it to the Captain. "Here, you can have one. We were honestly thinking of you when we did this, Cappy, really. If we had left it there, the other men would have dranken it."
Jack suspiciously opened the bottle and took a swig. His suspicious look turned to one of glee and he flopped down next to Anamaria on her bed, "It is rum!" he said exceitedly.
"Yes, very good, drink up, Sparrow," Stephanie ordered.
"*Captain* Sparrow," he corrected before taking another long swig.
"I don't care who you are, just drink the bloody rum!" Anamaria said as she pushed upwards on the bottom of his bottle, causing him to drink even more, not that he minded.
*****
Stephanie was the first to awake the next morning. She looked at the bed and Anamaria was sleeping crookedly there. Captain Jack must have left earlier. She found out otherwise when she swung her feet down off the bed. He was on the floor between the two beds. Passed out drunk. She stood up on his back. He didn't wake up. She shrugged and put a little more weight on him. Still, he didn't wake up. She jumped and he hollered out, waking Anamaria.
"What that bloody hell are you doing?!" he demanded, feeling the morning effects of the rum. As were the two women.
Stephanie walked off the Captain satisfied, "Sorry, Captain, didn't see you there."
She brought a hand up to her head and moaned. Great. Hangover of the century. She pulled her long, tangled, dirty blonde hair back out of her face and tied it back into a pony tail with a rag/scarf thing before heading above deck for some air. When she had been up there for about two minutes with some of her old crew, Anamaria and Jack appeared as well. Equally as hung over as she.
"Who are these mates? Didn't ask all your names, therefore I don't know who you are," Jack explained foolishly.
"This one here's Tully," Stephanie pointed at a scrawney red-headed man who looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks. He waved weakly, "And this is his brother, Khol," Khol was the exact opposite of Tully. A big man with very dark hair. Jack thought he must have eaten all of Tully's meals. "This one here was always me right hand man, Macky. Call him Mac if you want. He doesn't much care." Macky was large. Tall and muscular with blond hair. Much the same color of Stephanie's. Intimidating. He had to be dangerous. But he smiled politely and nodded a greeting. "Just don't touch him, it makes him nervous. He's violent when he's nervous.," Stephanie warned with a pat to Macky's back. "I don't make him nervous."
Jack shook his head, "Well, she's obviously never threatened to tear off your little friends, then, because that'd make any man nervous."