Ok, ok I'm so sorry about all the weird symbols in Chapter 3 I've been trying to fix it. And I hope that no symbols appear in this chapter either. But thanks everyone that struggled through that crap.
And now to continue..
CHAPTER 4
"God bless the man who made rum!" Jack thought merrily to himself. He had handed the bottle to Kat and she had immediately followed his lead by taking a good long swallow. Ekaterina began to cough and her eyes watered, "You've never had rum before have you love?" Jack said laughing a little at her.
Kat had slapped her chest and said hoarsely, "No." another fit of coughing, Jack laughed load at that and she glared at him. She raised one eyebrow and tilted her head back again letting the golden liquid flow down her throat.
Jack's eyes went wide as he watched her gulp the liquid without coming back up for air. Jack's smile widened to show his gold teeth as she slammed her bottle down at the small table they were sitting at. "Very impressive love." And then he too turned his bottle upside down and drained it.
Kat's head had begun to feel strangely light, as if it was floating away from her body. She spoke and was somewhat disconcerted to find her voice slightly higher than normal with a slight slur, "You're still calling me love."
"Sorry about that love, won't 'appen again. I promise." Said Jack who's voice had the same slur.
She frowned for a moment then said, "Oh it doesn't matter! What's wrong with my voice?"
"I think you're drunk love." Jack grinned at her.
"I am not!" Said Kat lurching to her feet. But the ground wasn't as steady as she remembered and she lost her balance and fell down almost into Jacks lap.
Jack looked down at her and said, "Whatever you say love."
"Oh shut up." She said and started laughing for no apparent reason.
"What's so funny love?" Jack asked trying not to laugh himself.
"This." She waved her hand around her indicating everything. "This entire situation. I never planned on this."
"Planned on what?"
"Getting kidnapped. Almost getting sold to a bunch of scurvy pirates." Her giggles redoubled when she said scurvy. "All I wanted to do was go to my uncle, get married to my fiancé and that would be that."
"Sounds dreadful love." Jack commiserated sliding to the floor next to her. "Wait a moment." Jack thought to himself, "Did she just say fiancé and married?" He frowned fumbling for another bottle, "Maybe a little more rum and she won't remember anything about a fiancé. And neither will I." He thought to himself smiling.
He then realized that Kat had still been speaking this entire time, "...And with my uncle being the governor and all. Actually," she mused to herself, "His replacement is already being selected and one his way with his young daughter." She sighed.
"What port are you talkin' about love?" Asked Jack now very confused.
"Oh," she frowned, "Didn't I tell you? It's called Port Royal."
"I don't think I've ever been there." Jack thought out loud.
"It's very pretty from what I've been told. But they don't like pirates much." She said.
"Most people don't love." He said sourly, taking a long swig from his bottle.
"Jack?" Kat said leaning against him.
"Yes love?"
"How long have you been a pirate?"
Jack furrowed his brow and said, "Well love I don't rightly know. Ever since I smelled the sea I guess. It's in my blood ya know?"
"Your parents were pirate's you mean?" She asked.
Jack laughed at that, "Hell no! My parents would 'ave been horrified to find out that their progeny has become a scallywag." He was silent for a moment then continued, the slur giving his voice a flow, like the tide moving. "I don't really remember my parents all that much; they died when I was still in swaddling clothes. I've always been by me onesies. I left England for the sea pretty much as soon as I was old enough to walk and tie a good knot. I traveled around on merchant ships for a while and came here. There was something here that got under my skin, into my heart and my very soul. I became completely obsessed with treasure, and one day I found me self a ship and set up myself under my own Jolly Rodger." He looked down to see Kat's head resting on his knee like a little girl, starring up at him totally intent on his story. Jack cleared his throat, "I left England when I was ten and that was about twenty something years ago."
"So that would make you around thirty?" She asked, Jack nodded. "You don't look it." She sat up and looking into his eyes said, "I would give up anything to live your life. Free of all rules and boundaries. It must be wonderful to have adventures and be your own captain. No one telling you what to do."
"Aye. It's wonderful, but hard." Jack said nodding his head. "Freedom and treasure are the only things worth having love. Anyone who tells ya different is lying."
"What about love?" Kat asked leaning into Jack gazing into his eyes.
"What about love?" He asked back.
"I would think that love would be important too." She said puckering her brow that made Jack's hand itch to smooth it away.
"I don't really know much about love really." She flashed her a bright smile, "I normally just get slapped." He laughed, flipping his wrist dismissively but the laugher was tainted by sadness.
Or so Kat thought. She said, "You know Jack." She though very carefully before she continued, "I promise I will never slap you."
"You've never slept with me. The slap usually comes after the sleeping with me and then me disappearing part." With that he finished the last drops in his second bottle and held it for a moment looking at it.
"Well," Kat said taking bottle from Jack's hand and slipping her own hand in its place. "We could find out."
For a moment Jack just starred at her unsure if she knew what she had just offered. The little black hearted pirate in his head told him to "go for it!" But there was something in her eyes, that toughness that he had first seen, that seemed to affect his all ready muddled mind. He could feel his hands sliding up her to cup her face, feeling the warmth that the rum had given her and before he really could think he kissed her. It wasn't one of his normal kisses though. This was slow, she tasted of rum and a sweeter thing that he couldn't pin point. Her lips were soft and already half parted when he first touched his lips to hers. He felt her sigh, and when he tentatively touched his tongue to her teeth she opened her mouth letting him in. The kiss deepened, Jack searching her mouth with his tongue as though he was looking for treasure in her. He felt Kat's tongue touch his own first with the caution and curiosity that came with obvious inexperience and then with the same inexperience urged her on, to explore this new sensation.
There mouths still locked together like dueling ships. Jack slid his hands down Kat's back and crushing her too him, he laid back against the hard wood of the ships floor with Kat on top of him, her hands braced against his chest looking for balance.
The kiss ended and Kat being completely out of breath and tingling all over due to the feelings breaking over her like waves on rocks. She whispered, "I'm in love with you Captain Jack Sparrow. And I would follow you to the ends of the earth." She heard a soft snore and opening her eyes she found herself looking at the closed eyes of a very passed out Jack Sparrow.
She frowned and gently unwrapping herself from his arms went to the bunk where she laid down herself and fell asleep dreaming about Red sky's, storms and a sparrow being battered against the wind.
Ok, ok I know....It's a short chapter and how much more mushy and sappy can I get? I'm sorry all of you no mush, no sap fans but it just popped out of me. More action in the next chapters I promise. And to all of you who are going WTF!!! I just thought it should end like that but I can promise more, better love scenes in a little bit. Thanks of reading.
And now to continue..
CHAPTER 4
"God bless the man who made rum!" Jack thought merrily to himself. He had handed the bottle to Kat and she had immediately followed his lead by taking a good long swallow. Ekaterina began to cough and her eyes watered, "You've never had rum before have you love?" Jack said laughing a little at her.
Kat had slapped her chest and said hoarsely, "No." another fit of coughing, Jack laughed load at that and she glared at him. She raised one eyebrow and tilted her head back again letting the golden liquid flow down her throat.
Jack's eyes went wide as he watched her gulp the liquid without coming back up for air. Jack's smile widened to show his gold teeth as she slammed her bottle down at the small table they were sitting at. "Very impressive love." And then he too turned his bottle upside down and drained it.
Kat's head had begun to feel strangely light, as if it was floating away from her body. She spoke and was somewhat disconcerted to find her voice slightly higher than normal with a slight slur, "You're still calling me love."
"Sorry about that love, won't 'appen again. I promise." Said Jack who's voice had the same slur.
She frowned for a moment then said, "Oh it doesn't matter! What's wrong with my voice?"
"I think you're drunk love." Jack grinned at her.
"I am not!" Said Kat lurching to her feet. But the ground wasn't as steady as she remembered and she lost her balance and fell down almost into Jacks lap.
Jack looked down at her and said, "Whatever you say love."
"Oh shut up." She said and started laughing for no apparent reason.
"What's so funny love?" Jack asked trying not to laugh himself.
"This." She waved her hand around her indicating everything. "This entire situation. I never planned on this."
"Planned on what?"
"Getting kidnapped. Almost getting sold to a bunch of scurvy pirates." Her giggles redoubled when she said scurvy. "All I wanted to do was go to my uncle, get married to my fiancé and that would be that."
"Sounds dreadful love." Jack commiserated sliding to the floor next to her. "Wait a moment." Jack thought to himself, "Did she just say fiancé and married?" He frowned fumbling for another bottle, "Maybe a little more rum and she won't remember anything about a fiancé. And neither will I." He thought to himself smiling.
He then realized that Kat had still been speaking this entire time, "...And with my uncle being the governor and all. Actually," she mused to herself, "His replacement is already being selected and one his way with his young daughter." She sighed.
"What port are you talkin' about love?" Asked Jack now very confused.
"Oh," she frowned, "Didn't I tell you? It's called Port Royal."
"I don't think I've ever been there." Jack thought out loud.
"It's very pretty from what I've been told. But they don't like pirates much." She said.
"Most people don't love." He said sourly, taking a long swig from his bottle.
"Jack?" Kat said leaning against him.
"Yes love?"
"How long have you been a pirate?"
Jack furrowed his brow and said, "Well love I don't rightly know. Ever since I smelled the sea I guess. It's in my blood ya know?"
"Your parents were pirate's you mean?" She asked.
Jack laughed at that, "Hell no! My parents would 'ave been horrified to find out that their progeny has become a scallywag." He was silent for a moment then continued, the slur giving his voice a flow, like the tide moving. "I don't really remember my parents all that much; they died when I was still in swaddling clothes. I've always been by me onesies. I left England for the sea pretty much as soon as I was old enough to walk and tie a good knot. I traveled around on merchant ships for a while and came here. There was something here that got under my skin, into my heart and my very soul. I became completely obsessed with treasure, and one day I found me self a ship and set up myself under my own Jolly Rodger." He looked down to see Kat's head resting on his knee like a little girl, starring up at him totally intent on his story. Jack cleared his throat, "I left England when I was ten and that was about twenty something years ago."
"So that would make you around thirty?" She asked, Jack nodded. "You don't look it." She sat up and looking into his eyes said, "I would give up anything to live your life. Free of all rules and boundaries. It must be wonderful to have adventures and be your own captain. No one telling you what to do."
"Aye. It's wonderful, but hard." Jack said nodding his head. "Freedom and treasure are the only things worth having love. Anyone who tells ya different is lying."
"What about love?" Kat asked leaning into Jack gazing into his eyes.
"What about love?" He asked back.
"I would think that love would be important too." She said puckering her brow that made Jack's hand itch to smooth it away.
"I don't really know much about love really." She flashed her a bright smile, "I normally just get slapped." He laughed, flipping his wrist dismissively but the laugher was tainted by sadness.
Or so Kat thought. She said, "You know Jack." She though very carefully before she continued, "I promise I will never slap you."
"You've never slept with me. The slap usually comes after the sleeping with me and then me disappearing part." With that he finished the last drops in his second bottle and held it for a moment looking at it.
"Well," Kat said taking bottle from Jack's hand and slipping her own hand in its place. "We could find out."
For a moment Jack just starred at her unsure if she knew what she had just offered. The little black hearted pirate in his head told him to "go for it!" But there was something in her eyes, that toughness that he had first seen, that seemed to affect his all ready muddled mind. He could feel his hands sliding up her to cup her face, feeling the warmth that the rum had given her and before he really could think he kissed her. It wasn't one of his normal kisses though. This was slow, she tasted of rum and a sweeter thing that he couldn't pin point. Her lips were soft and already half parted when he first touched his lips to hers. He felt her sigh, and when he tentatively touched his tongue to her teeth she opened her mouth letting him in. The kiss deepened, Jack searching her mouth with his tongue as though he was looking for treasure in her. He felt Kat's tongue touch his own first with the caution and curiosity that came with obvious inexperience and then with the same inexperience urged her on, to explore this new sensation.
There mouths still locked together like dueling ships. Jack slid his hands down Kat's back and crushing her too him, he laid back against the hard wood of the ships floor with Kat on top of him, her hands braced against his chest looking for balance.
The kiss ended and Kat being completely out of breath and tingling all over due to the feelings breaking over her like waves on rocks. She whispered, "I'm in love with you Captain Jack Sparrow. And I would follow you to the ends of the earth." She heard a soft snore and opening her eyes she found herself looking at the closed eyes of a very passed out Jack Sparrow.
She frowned and gently unwrapping herself from his arms went to the bunk where she laid down herself and fell asleep dreaming about Red sky's, storms and a sparrow being battered against the wind.
Ok, ok I know....It's a short chapter and how much more mushy and sappy can I get? I'm sorry all of you no mush, no sap fans but it just popped out of me. More action in the next chapters I promise. And to all of you who are going WTF!!! I just thought it should end like that but I can promise more, better love scenes in a little bit. Thanks of reading.
