A/N: Ok, here's the next chappy. Thanks for your review, Marissa! :-)
~~ Previously:
I looked up into his face, which was staring at my hand around his strong arm. I put on what I thought was a brave face. "Please. I can do it. Just give me a chance."
He stared at me for a long while, his brown eyes meeting mine. I shifted my weight, starting to feel uncomfortable, when he sighed. "Fine. Git yer things together."
****
I smiled and turned to get my stuff. I grabbed mostly personal items, things that my parents had given me. I had packed a few dresses and my under things when I felt Jack staring at my back.
"What?" I asked, hands on my hips. He smirked and came over to my bed, where all my things were laid out.
"Yer goin' on a ship. Ye can' wear those," he said, motioning to my clothes. I suppose he was right. But...
"Won't I just be staying below deck?" I asked. He let out a short, bark- like laugh. I guess not.
"No, love. No one stays below. There be things to do." He sat down. I flopped down next to him, sighing.
"Well, what am I to wear then? I don't have any man's clothes." He looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled again, revealing his gold teeth.
"Be right back." He leapt up and dashed out of the room. I could hear his beads jangling and footfalls on the steps.
By god, he was right. He returned only a minute later, holding a pile of clothes and a pair of boots. He tossed them to me and folded his arms proudly.
"Where did you get these?" I asked, holding them up. There was a pair of breeches, and loose shirt, and various other items. They weren't my father's. He didn't own anything like that.
"Tha's for me to know and you never to find out," he said, smiling again. I shrugged. It wasn't like it mattered now. I held them down again and stared at Jack.
"Well, put them on then," he said. Boy, was he thick or what?
"Turn around please," I said, blushing. I didn't want him to see me naked!! He just snickered and turned his back. As I started to change out of my bloody nightgown, he began singing.
"Yo Ho, yo ho, a Pirate's life for me. We pillage and plunder, we rifle and loot, drink up me 'earties, yo ho!"
As he finished the next verse, I discovered a problem. I couldn't tie one of the straps I was sure was designed to help keep my top on. I tried desperately to get it as Jack passed, "We kindle and char and inflame and ignite, Drink up, me hearties, Yo Ho!"
I finally realized that there would be no chance to get in on my own. I gulped. "Uh, Jack?" I looked over my shoulder to see him turned around, looking highly amused.
"Can't figure it, can ye?" I blushed as he walked closer. Very close, in fact. A little too close for comfort.
"Will you just tie it for me?" I asked, exasperated. I'm sure my face was beet red. He tied them, albeit slowly. He really took his time, which was quite annoying. There I was, half naked, standing with my back to a pirate whose men had killed my family, and he decides to go about as slow as he possibly could. I had the feeling he was peering over my shoulder, trying to peek at my chest, so I pulled the top tighter.
"Done, love," he said. I dropped my arms and my top didn't go flying open, so he seemed to have down it right. But instead of stepping away, he appeared to move even closer, pushing his body against mine and wrapping his large hands around my shoulders.
"Jack?" I asked. His hands slid up to my neck, rough fingers massaging my muscles. It felt good. Very good, in fact. Before I could stop myself, a low moan escaped my lips.
"I take it yer enjoyin' this, then?" he whispered softly into my ear. His warm breath felt strange on my cheek. I had never been so close to a man before. And frankly, it scared me. I had no idea what to do.
As I thought of what I could possibly say to this, without either offending him or practically inviting him to go on, he pressed his lips to my neck. It was a definitely a new sensation. And I realized that it was one I didn't want to feel. Not yet, at least. Not with him.
"Jack. Stop," I said, trying to sound strong. In truth, my knees were about to turn to jelly with how he was blowing lightly in my ear.
"What was that?"
"Stop. Please," I tried again. To my relief, he pulled away and forcefully turned me around. I thought he was going to hit me, or slap me, so I cowered a bit under his angry gaze. But that's all it was-an angry gaze.
"You'd better watch yerself, lass. I'll stop, but I'm not sure me crew would."
My eyes welled up with tears. "The-the crew?" I suddenly realized that I would rather have Sparrow touch me a million times than the crew.
"The crew. Finish packing and meet me at the dock." With that, he swept out of the room. I could only think one thing. What the hell had I gotten myself into?
****
I did as Sparrow said, packing my stuff and heaving it down towards the dock. As I made my way though the town, I could see all of the damage the pirates had inflicted, making me regret that I had asked to come aboard the boat.
But, for a minute or two, the regrets melted away as I came closer to the boat. Ship. It was, for lack of a better word, beautiful. It's hull was gleaming wood, it's sails pitch black. On the side, in big letters, was it's name-"The Black Pearl." I could tell now why Sparrow had corrected me, to add the Captain part. I would be doing the same thing if she was mine.
"Welcome to the Black Pearl, Miss Vicky." Sparrow came bounding down from the ship. I even forgot to correct him, I was so mesmerized with the beautiful ship.
My regrets came back, however, when I saw the man following Sparrow. He looked older, and slightly surly. Jack seemed to be happy again, which probably had something to do with the bottle of rum swinging in his hand.
"Took ye long enough to get 'ere then," he said, coming up to me. I just shrugged and looked down at my bags.
He smiled. "No matter. Victoria, I'd like ta interduce me firs' mate, Barbossa." He motioned to the man standing behind him, who inclined his head slightly. Then he whispered something into Sparrow's ear. Sparrow frowned, shook his head, and turned to me again. He plastered the smile back on his face.
"Let's get yer things aboard, then." He motioned to another pirate, who came down quickly and grabbed one of my bags rather roughly. Barbossa grabbed the other. I bit my tongue, fearing the consequences if I said anything.
I followed the Captain aboard. It was just as beautiful inside as the outside. Sparrow swaggered up to the wheel, and looked up. "Bootstrap, get down 'ere." A tall man with dark hair came scurrying down from the mast. The height he was at was dizzying, but he moved as quickly as if he were only a few feet up.
"Aye, Cap'n?" He jumped down the last few feet and strode over to Sparrow. He looked even younger than Sparrow.
"I'd like ye ter take Miss Vicky,"
"Victoria," I interrupted. The man seemed to just notice I was standing there at that point.
Sparrow raised an eyebrow, but continued. "Miss Victoria down, and explain to 'er how things work 'ere. Savvy?"
"Aye Aye, Cap'n." The man turned and made his way down. I followed him, having to walk quickly to keep up with his pace. I tried to ignore the stares of the crew.
We finally entered a small room, where the pirate pulled up to crates for us to sit on. "Welcome aboard, Miss Victoria." He smiled, and it seemed kind. He extended his hand, and I took it.
"I'm William Turner. But you can call me Bootstrap." What an odd nickname.
"Bootstrap? Why do they call you that?"
He laughed. "That's a long story, love."
"I've got plenty of time." I crossed my legs and leaned against the wall. He raised an eyebrow, then shrugged.
"All righ'," he began. "When I firs' became a pirate, the other crew members would enjoy playin' tricks on me. On day, they decided it woul' be a riot ter hang me up by me bootstraps. Ever since then, they've called me Bootstrap Bill."
"You lied! You said it was a long story!" I said, smiling. He shrugged.
"Pirate." He laughed, probably at the incredulous expression on my face. After a short while, I laughed with him. It was then I noticed just how good looking he was. His eyes were clear blue, and his dark hair perfectly framed his square jaw and high cheekbones.
"How old are you, William?" I asked. I couldn't say his nickname; I didn't think it fit him.
He stopped laughing, but he was still grinning from ear to ear. "20 years old, miss. Yerself?"
My mouth dropped open slightly. My age! "I am also twenty."
"Well, we got something in common, then, don't we?" he winked. "Now, onto yer duties. You'll be mostly workin' in the galley. That's the kitchen," he added, at the confused look on my face. "You do know 'ow to cook, don't ya?"
I gulped. I didn't! "A- a little." I got the feeling he didn't buy my lie by the way he raised an eyebrow. He just shrugged it off, though.
"Well, it ain't too hard. And us pirates are easily satisfied."
"Is that all I'll be doing?" I asked shakily. He nodded.
"Fer now. And one more thing, Miss Victoria," he lowered his voice and leaned forward. He took my hand and slid something hard and cool into it. I looked down and gasped.
"Keep it close to yerself. Most of the crew 'aven't been wit a woman for quite a while. And men git lonely." I looked deeply into his eyes, at the dagger he had slid into my hand, then back at him.
"Why are you telling me this?" It was a fair question.
"Because yer still the only woman aboard, and I don' want ya jumpin' over before I get my turn."
And before I could reply to his dreadful comment, he was gone.
*****
Well, that was chapter two!! How do ya like it? I'm trying to make sure that the pirates actually act like pirates(including Jack). And I'm quite aware that Will has brown eyes, but I'm thinking that he must have gotten some trait from his mother, and I'm thinking the eyes would be suitable.
And now I'm no longer sure if this will be a Jack/OC....it may turn out to be Bill/OC. I dunno. I just go where the story takes me.
~~ Previously:
I looked up into his face, which was staring at my hand around his strong arm. I put on what I thought was a brave face. "Please. I can do it. Just give me a chance."
He stared at me for a long while, his brown eyes meeting mine. I shifted my weight, starting to feel uncomfortable, when he sighed. "Fine. Git yer things together."
****
I smiled and turned to get my stuff. I grabbed mostly personal items, things that my parents had given me. I had packed a few dresses and my under things when I felt Jack staring at my back.
"What?" I asked, hands on my hips. He smirked and came over to my bed, where all my things were laid out.
"Yer goin' on a ship. Ye can' wear those," he said, motioning to my clothes. I suppose he was right. But...
"Won't I just be staying below deck?" I asked. He let out a short, bark- like laugh. I guess not.
"No, love. No one stays below. There be things to do." He sat down. I flopped down next to him, sighing.
"Well, what am I to wear then? I don't have any man's clothes." He looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled again, revealing his gold teeth.
"Be right back." He leapt up and dashed out of the room. I could hear his beads jangling and footfalls on the steps.
By god, he was right. He returned only a minute later, holding a pile of clothes and a pair of boots. He tossed them to me and folded his arms proudly.
"Where did you get these?" I asked, holding them up. There was a pair of breeches, and loose shirt, and various other items. They weren't my father's. He didn't own anything like that.
"Tha's for me to know and you never to find out," he said, smiling again. I shrugged. It wasn't like it mattered now. I held them down again and stared at Jack.
"Well, put them on then," he said. Boy, was he thick or what?
"Turn around please," I said, blushing. I didn't want him to see me naked!! He just snickered and turned his back. As I started to change out of my bloody nightgown, he began singing.
"Yo Ho, yo ho, a Pirate's life for me. We pillage and plunder, we rifle and loot, drink up me 'earties, yo ho!"
As he finished the next verse, I discovered a problem. I couldn't tie one of the straps I was sure was designed to help keep my top on. I tried desperately to get it as Jack passed, "We kindle and char and inflame and ignite, Drink up, me hearties, Yo Ho!"
I finally realized that there would be no chance to get in on my own. I gulped. "Uh, Jack?" I looked over my shoulder to see him turned around, looking highly amused.
"Can't figure it, can ye?" I blushed as he walked closer. Very close, in fact. A little too close for comfort.
"Will you just tie it for me?" I asked, exasperated. I'm sure my face was beet red. He tied them, albeit slowly. He really took his time, which was quite annoying. There I was, half naked, standing with my back to a pirate whose men had killed my family, and he decides to go about as slow as he possibly could. I had the feeling he was peering over my shoulder, trying to peek at my chest, so I pulled the top tighter.
"Done, love," he said. I dropped my arms and my top didn't go flying open, so he seemed to have down it right. But instead of stepping away, he appeared to move even closer, pushing his body against mine and wrapping his large hands around my shoulders.
"Jack?" I asked. His hands slid up to my neck, rough fingers massaging my muscles. It felt good. Very good, in fact. Before I could stop myself, a low moan escaped my lips.
"I take it yer enjoyin' this, then?" he whispered softly into my ear. His warm breath felt strange on my cheek. I had never been so close to a man before. And frankly, it scared me. I had no idea what to do.
As I thought of what I could possibly say to this, without either offending him or practically inviting him to go on, he pressed his lips to my neck. It was a definitely a new sensation. And I realized that it was one I didn't want to feel. Not yet, at least. Not with him.
"Jack. Stop," I said, trying to sound strong. In truth, my knees were about to turn to jelly with how he was blowing lightly in my ear.
"What was that?"
"Stop. Please," I tried again. To my relief, he pulled away and forcefully turned me around. I thought he was going to hit me, or slap me, so I cowered a bit under his angry gaze. But that's all it was-an angry gaze.
"You'd better watch yerself, lass. I'll stop, but I'm not sure me crew would."
My eyes welled up with tears. "The-the crew?" I suddenly realized that I would rather have Sparrow touch me a million times than the crew.
"The crew. Finish packing and meet me at the dock." With that, he swept out of the room. I could only think one thing. What the hell had I gotten myself into?
****
I did as Sparrow said, packing my stuff and heaving it down towards the dock. As I made my way though the town, I could see all of the damage the pirates had inflicted, making me regret that I had asked to come aboard the boat.
But, for a minute or two, the regrets melted away as I came closer to the boat. Ship. It was, for lack of a better word, beautiful. It's hull was gleaming wood, it's sails pitch black. On the side, in big letters, was it's name-"The Black Pearl." I could tell now why Sparrow had corrected me, to add the Captain part. I would be doing the same thing if she was mine.
"Welcome to the Black Pearl, Miss Vicky." Sparrow came bounding down from the ship. I even forgot to correct him, I was so mesmerized with the beautiful ship.
My regrets came back, however, when I saw the man following Sparrow. He looked older, and slightly surly. Jack seemed to be happy again, which probably had something to do with the bottle of rum swinging in his hand.
"Took ye long enough to get 'ere then," he said, coming up to me. I just shrugged and looked down at my bags.
He smiled. "No matter. Victoria, I'd like ta interduce me firs' mate, Barbossa." He motioned to the man standing behind him, who inclined his head slightly. Then he whispered something into Sparrow's ear. Sparrow frowned, shook his head, and turned to me again. He plastered the smile back on his face.
"Let's get yer things aboard, then." He motioned to another pirate, who came down quickly and grabbed one of my bags rather roughly. Barbossa grabbed the other. I bit my tongue, fearing the consequences if I said anything.
I followed the Captain aboard. It was just as beautiful inside as the outside. Sparrow swaggered up to the wheel, and looked up. "Bootstrap, get down 'ere." A tall man with dark hair came scurrying down from the mast. The height he was at was dizzying, but he moved as quickly as if he were only a few feet up.
"Aye, Cap'n?" He jumped down the last few feet and strode over to Sparrow. He looked even younger than Sparrow.
"I'd like ye ter take Miss Vicky,"
"Victoria," I interrupted. The man seemed to just notice I was standing there at that point.
Sparrow raised an eyebrow, but continued. "Miss Victoria down, and explain to 'er how things work 'ere. Savvy?"
"Aye Aye, Cap'n." The man turned and made his way down. I followed him, having to walk quickly to keep up with his pace. I tried to ignore the stares of the crew.
We finally entered a small room, where the pirate pulled up to crates for us to sit on. "Welcome aboard, Miss Victoria." He smiled, and it seemed kind. He extended his hand, and I took it.
"I'm William Turner. But you can call me Bootstrap." What an odd nickname.
"Bootstrap? Why do they call you that?"
He laughed. "That's a long story, love."
"I've got plenty of time." I crossed my legs and leaned against the wall. He raised an eyebrow, then shrugged.
"All righ'," he began. "When I firs' became a pirate, the other crew members would enjoy playin' tricks on me. On day, they decided it woul' be a riot ter hang me up by me bootstraps. Ever since then, they've called me Bootstrap Bill."
"You lied! You said it was a long story!" I said, smiling. He shrugged.
"Pirate." He laughed, probably at the incredulous expression on my face. After a short while, I laughed with him. It was then I noticed just how good looking he was. His eyes were clear blue, and his dark hair perfectly framed his square jaw and high cheekbones.
"How old are you, William?" I asked. I couldn't say his nickname; I didn't think it fit him.
He stopped laughing, but he was still grinning from ear to ear. "20 years old, miss. Yerself?"
My mouth dropped open slightly. My age! "I am also twenty."
"Well, we got something in common, then, don't we?" he winked. "Now, onto yer duties. You'll be mostly workin' in the galley. That's the kitchen," he added, at the confused look on my face. "You do know 'ow to cook, don't ya?"
I gulped. I didn't! "A- a little." I got the feeling he didn't buy my lie by the way he raised an eyebrow. He just shrugged it off, though.
"Well, it ain't too hard. And us pirates are easily satisfied."
"Is that all I'll be doing?" I asked shakily. He nodded.
"Fer now. And one more thing, Miss Victoria," he lowered his voice and leaned forward. He took my hand and slid something hard and cool into it. I looked down and gasped.
"Keep it close to yerself. Most of the crew 'aven't been wit a woman for quite a while. And men git lonely." I looked deeply into his eyes, at the dagger he had slid into my hand, then back at him.
"Why are you telling me this?" It was a fair question.
"Because yer still the only woman aboard, and I don' want ya jumpin' over before I get my turn."
And before I could reply to his dreadful comment, he was gone.
*****
Well, that was chapter two!! How do ya like it? I'm trying to make sure that the pirates actually act like pirates(including Jack). And I'm quite aware that Will has brown eyes, but I'm thinking that he must have gotten some trait from his mother, and I'm thinking the eyes would be suitable.
And now I'm no longer sure if this will be a Jack/OC....it may turn out to be Bill/OC. I dunno. I just go where the story takes me.