Authors Note- Thank you for the reviews! Sorry if it was a bit confusing in
the last chapter.
Chapter Two- Saint Thomas
" Jack, hey, Jack". He blinked several times to get out of the terrifying flashback to see Anamaria staring at him, " you alright?".
He nodded, " yep" she stepped aside to allow him to return to the helm and began walking away. She passed Will, giving him a sympathetic squeeze on his shoulder.
" What can I do to help?" Will asked. The rest of the crew was beginning to wake and go about their duties, and he still had dark marks under his eyes. And unlike Jack's, it wasn't from any coal.
" Go into the cabin, and get some sleep" and Jack was prepared to physically put him there, if the stern order didn't work.
Will shook his head, " no, I can't, I'm afraid that as soon as I clothes my eyes, something's going to happen".
Jack firmly held the helm in place, " I can assure you nothing bad will happen...as long as Anamaria is on board".
Will inhaled deeply, giving in, he was too exhausted, " I suppose if you wake me if you need me" he muttered, " alright, I'll go, maybe sleep for a few minutes".
" Hours" Jack corrected for him.
Gibbs approached Jack after Will left, " poor guy, he's falling apart".
" I'm worried about him" Jack sighed, " this hit him harder than the truth about Bootstrap, and that was his father. Just give him time, and distract him".
" There's another seagull tangled at the top of the mast, he can get it, that's a distraction".
Jack snarled, " wake him up and you'll be water skiing behind the ship without the wood, savvy?".
Gibbs leaned against the wooden railing, " no worries, we should port at that there land, I could hold my breath until then, not a problem".
" What land?".
" Straight ahead".
Jack placed his feet on the helm to elevate himself off the floor for a better view over the bow. Once he did, the helm spun around and sent him crashing to the floor. Gibbs managed to stop laughing by the time he got back up, " what is that?" but Gibbs shrugged.
" Saint Thomas" Anamaria answered, once again joining them, " one of the Virgin Islands" she gave a weary eye to Jack.
" Oh shit" he cussed under his breath.
" What?" Gibbs asked with suspicion.
Anamaria smirked, " Jack knows someone in Saint Thomas".
" No he doesn't" Jack commented.
" Who is she?" Gibbs was catching onto the girls vibe.
Jack slanted his eyebrows, " why you assuming it's a girl?" he then smacked his forehead.
" So there is someone".
" Jacks little sister" she cooed.
Gibbs snorted, " there's another one in your blood line? A girl? Now that is what one would call interesting".
Jack rolled his eyes, " alright, come on, get all the laughs out" his encouragement caused them to automatically stop, " oh now that's just mean".
" I can't imagine you having a younger sister" Gibbs said, " I can't even picture you having parents".
" I didn't just fall out of the sky one day" he groaned and rested his forehead on the helm.
Anamaria stepped behind him, placing her head on his back, " it's a sensitive subject".
" I didn't say that" Jack mumbled.
She took a step towards Gibbs, whispering, " his parents disowned him long time ago, thought he was a bad influence on the girl".
" Well Jack, if they could only see you now" Gibbs said. Jack lifted his head with a dark, threatening expression, " I didn't mean it like that".
" It's a compliment" Anamaria added, " look at the things you've done. You risked being hung to help Will, who you barely knew at the time, and Elizabeth...".
" Don't even start to get into that" Jack interrupted, " must we port in Saint Thomas?".
Gibbs shrugged, " we could manage without. Course we may have to resort to eating a crew member".
" What about the damn parrot?".
" Jack, two hours tops, and don't forget, it's a really bog island" Anamaria debated, " you can even stay on the ship, this never bothered you in the past".
Jack winked at her, " only because we were never this close before, I always managed to steer clear of here, rum or no rum" though he couldn't manage to figure out how they were merely miles away at that moment. " But, there's a first time for many things" he spun the helm all the way around, " Saint Thomas ahoy".
Another Authors Note- I wrote this really late, so please cut me some slack. I'll make up for it in Chapter Three.
Chapter Two- Saint Thomas
" Jack, hey, Jack". He blinked several times to get out of the terrifying flashback to see Anamaria staring at him, " you alright?".
He nodded, " yep" she stepped aside to allow him to return to the helm and began walking away. She passed Will, giving him a sympathetic squeeze on his shoulder.
" What can I do to help?" Will asked. The rest of the crew was beginning to wake and go about their duties, and he still had dark marks under his eyes. And unlike Jack's, it wasn't from any coal.
" Go into the cabin, and get some sleep" and Jack was prepared to physically put him there, if the stern order didn't work.
Will shook his head, " no, I can't, I'm afraid that as soon as I clothes my eyes, something's going to happen".
Jack firmly held the helm in place, " I can assure you nothing bad will happen...as long as Anamaria is on board".
Will inhaled deeply, giving in, he was too exhausted, " I suppose if you wake me if you need me" he muttered, " alright, I'll go, maybe sleep for a few minutes".
" Hours" Jack corrected for him.
Gibbs approached Jack after Will left, " poor guy, he's falling apart".
" I'm worried about him" Jack sighed, " this hit him harder than the truth about Bootstrap, and that was his father. Just give him time, and distract him".
" There's another seagull tangled at the top of the mast, he can get it, that's a distraction".
Jack snarled, " wake him up and you'll be water skiing behind the ship without the wood, savvy?".
Gibbs leaned against the wooden railing, " no worries, we should port at that there land, I could hold my breath until then, not a problem".
" What land?".
" Straight ahead".
Jack placed his feet on the helm to elevate himself off the floor for a better view over the bow. Once he did, the helm spun around and sent him crashing to the floor. Gibbs managed to stop laughing by the time he got back up, " what is that?" but Gibbs shrugged.
" Saint Thomas" Anamaria answered, once again joining them, " one of the Virgin Islands" she gave a weary eye to Jack.
" Oh shit" he cussed under his breath.
" What?" Gibbs asked with suspicion.
Anamaria smirked, " Jack knows someone in Saint Thomas".
" No he doesn't" Jack commented.
" Who is she?" Gibbs was catching onto the girls vibe.
Jack slanted his eyebrows, " why you assuming it's a girl?" he then smacked his forehead.
" So there is someone".
" Jacks little sister" she cooed.
Gibbs snorted, " there's another one in your blood line? A girl? Now that is what one would call interesting".
Jack rolled his eyes, " alright, come on, get all the laughs out" his encouragement caused them to automatically stop, " oh now that's just mean".
" I can't imagine you having a younger sister" Gibbs said, " I can't even picture you having parents".
" I didn't just fall out of the sky one day" he groaned and rested his forehead on the helm.
Anamaria stepped behind him, placing her head on his back, " it's a sensitive subject".
" I didn't say that" Jack mumbled.
She took a step towards Gibbs, whispering, " his parents disowned him long time ago, thought he was a bad influence on the girl".
" Well Jack, if they could only see you now" Gibbs said. Jack lifted his head with a dark, threatening expression, " I didn't mean it like that".
" It's a compliment" Anamaria added, " look at the things you've done. You risked being hung to help Will, who you barely knew at the time, and Elizabeth...".
" Don't even start to get into that" Jack interrupted, " must we port in Saint Thomas?".
Gibbs shrugged, " we could manage without. Course we may have to resort to eating a crew member".
" What about the damn parrot?".
" Jack, two hours tops, and don't forget, it's a really bog island" Anamaria debated, " you can even stay on the ship, this never bothered you in the past".
Jack winked at her, " only because we were never this close before, I always managed to steer clear of here, rum or no rum" though he couldn't manage to figure out how they were merely miles away at that moment. " But, there's a first time for many things" he spun the helm all the way around, " Saint Thomas ahoy".
Another Authors Note- I wrote this really late, so please cut me some slack. I'll make up for it in Chapter Three.