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Chapter Six Kohl-lined eyes and Dinner
Jack went downstairs, feeling rather ridiculous in Will's poshy clothes.
Oh well, he thought. Ridicule was nothing to be scared of.
But his temper didn't improve when Elizabeth saw him and burst out laughing.
'Well, I have to say it looks rather.' Elizabeth giggled.
'Rather what?' Jack mumbled crossly.
'Shexy? Lustful? Posh?'
Elizabeth fell on a sofa, tears in her eyes from her laughing.
'You look rather.moronic.' She said, hanging over the sofa now, laughing so hard it looked like she was about to burst.
Jack didn't really mind, because he had a rather spectacular view on her low neckline.
Will really was a lucky guy.
But then the latter came in, and Jack quickly sat down.
'Yes, yes, I know I look bloody ridiculous,' he answered Will's huge grin.
'Somethin' else, does anyone know where that li'l leather bag, the one that was on me belt, is?'
Elizabeth wiped the tears out of her eyes and nodded.
'It lies on your bed. You have the room on the right side of the corridor, third door.'
He raced upstairs, got the filthy leather bag, and went downstairs again.
Sitting down on a chair, he opened it.
Will and Elizabeth followed his movements, curiously.
He got a piece of mirror out of the bag, and something black. It looked like the charcoal painters use, but it was greasier.
He held the mirror in one hand in front of his face, and in the other hand he held the charcoal-like stick.
He started to draw thick, black lines around his eyes with the stick.
'Why are you doing that?' asked an amazed-looking Will.
Jack blinked a few times when it was ready, and smiled at them.
'Ye know I escaped from the Eastindian Company?'
They nodded.
'Before I escaped, I had this lovely holiday in India. And the people of India, lads and lassies alike, all use this.'
He held the stick up.
'It's called kohl. They put it 'round their eyes. Dunno why, but I think it looks gorgeous.'
Will and Elizabeth both had their eyebrows raised.
'Riiiiight.' Will muttered.
Elizabeth tried to oppress the urge to smile.
A bell rung.
Jack looked around, anxious, and fell immediately down on the floor, to hide behind a sofa.
Will frowned.
'Jack, what are you doing?'
'I be hidin'!' Jack whispered.
'Don' look at me! I know that bell - the Redcoats use it when they see pirates comin'!'
'That,' Elizabeth sighed, clearly annoyed, 'is our dinner bell.'
'Yer - what?' Jack asked, still whispering.
'Our DINNER bell. There are no Redcoats, we're just going to have dinner now,' Will smiled.
Jack raised his eyebrows, looking relieved.
'Oh goody! Food!'
He stood up and ran to the dining room.
~
After eating and telling why he had come to Port Royale (and after a lot of disgusted glasres from Elizabeth, since Jack was a person who spoke if he wanted to, not caring if he had food in his mouth or not), Jack leant back in his chair.
'That was great. Can I borrow yer cook fer a couple of months on the Pearl?' he joked.
Will and Elizabeth smiled.
'Can't Anamaria cook well?', Will grinned.
Jack's face darkened.
'Don't talk of her,' he muttered, thinking of her banning him from his beloved rum.
Thinking of alcohol, he took a swig of his cup.
He had expected whine, and when he tasted what was in the cup, he immediately spat it out all over the table.
Chapter Six Kohl-lined eyes and Dinner
Jack went downstairs, feeling rather ridiculous in Will's poshy clothes.
Oh well, he thought. Ridicule was nothing to be scared of.
But his temper didn't improve when Elizabeth saw him and burst out laughing.
'Well, I have to say it looks rather.' Elizabeth giggled.
'Rather what?' Jack mumbled crossly.
'Shexy? Lustful? Posh?'
Elizabeth fell on a sofa, tears in her eyes from her laughing.
'You look rather.moronic.' She said, hanging over the sofa now, laughing so hard it looked like she was about to burst.
Jack didn't really mind, because he had a rather spectacular view on her low neckline.
Will really was a lucky guy.
But then the latter came in, and Jack quickly sat down.
'Yes, yes, I know I look bloody ridiculous,' he answered Will's huge grin.
'Somethin' else, does anyone know where that li'l leather bag, the one that was on me belt, is?'
Elizabeth wiped the tears out of her eyes and nodded.
'It lies on your bed. You have the room on the right side of the corridor, third door.'
He raced upstairs, got the filthy leather bag, and went downstairs again.
Sitting down on a chair, he opened it.
Will and Elizabeth followed his movements, curiously.
He got a piece of mirror out of the bag, and something black. It looked like the charcoal painters use, but it was greasier.
He held the mirror in one hand in front of his face, and in the other hand he held the charcoal-like stick.
He started to draw thick, black lines around his eyes with the stick.
'Why are you doing that?' asked an amazed-looking Will.
Jack blinked a few times when it was ready, and smiled at them.
'Ye know I escaped from the Eastindian Company?'
They nodded.
'Before I escaped, I had this lovely holiday in India. And the people of India, lads and lassies alike, all use this.'
He held the stick up.
'It's called kohl. They put it 'round their eyes. Dunno why, but I think it looks gorgeous.'
Will and Elizabeth both had their eyebrows raised.
'Riiiiight.' Will muttered.
Elizabeth tried to oppress the urge to smile.
A bell rung.
Jack looked around, anxious, and fell immediately down on the floor, to hide behind a sofa.
Will frowned.
'Jack, what are you doing?'
'I be hidin'!' Jack whispered.
'Don' look at me! I know that bell - the Redcoats use it when they see pirates comin'!'
'That,' Elizabeth sighed, clearly annoyed, 'is our dinner bell.'
'Yer - what?' Jack asked, still whispering.
'Our DINNER bell. There are no Redcoats, we're just going to have dinner now,' Will smiled.
Jack raised his eyebrows, looking relieved.
'Oh goody! Food!'
He stood up and ran to the dining room.
~
After eating and telling why he had come to Port Royale (and after a lot of disgusted glasres from Elizabeth, since Jack was a person who spoke if he wanted to, not caring if he had food in his mouth or not), Jack leant back in his chair.
'That was great. Can I borrow yer cook fer a couple of months on the Pearl?' he joked.
Will and Elizabeth smiled.
'Can't Anamaria cook well?', Will grinned.
Jack's face darkened.
'Don't talk of her,' he muttered, thinking of her banning him from his beloved rum.
Thinking of alcohol, he took a swig of his cup.
He had expected whine, and when he tasted what was in the cup, he immediately spat it out all over the table.