CHAPTER 7
Back on the Black Pearl Bethany joined Jack in his cabin for him to relay everything that he had learnt that night. Jack sat in his normal chair and Bethany took the seat opposite him. Jack's feet found their way up onto the table as he leant back in his chair his eyes trained on Bethany.
He recalled the look on her face when he'd seen her with the woman in the tavern; and grinned to himself - she liked him. Jack allowed himself to appraise her figure, something he'd undertaken not to do with the knowledge that she hated him, but now all that had changed. The pants clung to her hips tightly accentuating her curves, the white shirt slightly transparent, not to be too revealing but to give the hint as to what lay beneath. Her looks weren't typical of his normal taste in women; she wasn't that obvious; more natural with her red hair now slightly bleached by the sun and skin still relatively pale.
"Jack are you even listening to me?" Bethany said realising her slip of the tongue a moment too late; she'd called him Jack; where had that come from?
"Of course I am luv." Jack said, turning on the charm.
"What did he say then?"
Jack withdrew his feet from the table and leaned in close to Bethany; he obviously looked her up and down. Bethany refused to waiver and raised her eyebrows questioningly
"Well?" her voice wavered slightly, Jack grinned then leaned back leaving Bethany decidedly unnerved.
"Your father, Nathaniel" Jack paused before continuing "Was a pirate. Your mother came from a well-to-do family, they married had themselves their own little brood. Your dear father was going to retire. . . for the family. . . unfortunately in this line of business we don't retire; generally we either get rich beyond our wildest dreams or die. Very. Violent. Deaths. Your father was the latter, Jenkins wanted the location of the treasure but your parents were unwilling to give up the location of said treasure and the rest as they say is history"
"Oh" Bethany said quietly giving it a moment for everything to sink in. "And my Uncle knew about my father, am I right" When he'd seen her so enamoured with port life, the sea he'd thought she'd go the same way, fall in love with a pirate - Bethany cut her own train of thought at that point. . .
"One would imagine"
Bethany eyed Jack suspiciously, "There's more," she said, more of a statement than a question.
Jack pointed at Bethany lightly "Which I was getting to." He stood up and made his way around the table to stand beside Bethany. Bracing himself against the table he leaned over Bethany who looked up and then quickly away again as she realised the close proximity of his face to hers. "You, my luv, know where the treasure is"
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"I don't" Bethany maintained; no matter how much she said it Jack was adamant that she did. "I was three years old, I can barely remember my parents what on earth makes you think I can remember the location of this so-called treasure"
"True, but you can remember" Jack declared forcefully as he paced the cabin animatedly.
"How?" she decided to humour him.
"We're going t'pay a little visit to ye home, once yer there it'll all come flooding back"
"It will? No question about it?"
"None what-so-ever"
"What makes you think now I've found" Bethany stopped to yawn "out what I want to know I'll be sticking around" her eyelids felt heavy as she yawned again.
"Because you can't resist me"
Bethany heard the last comment and smiled sleepily; hardly aware that she was doing so. Her chair started to lean backwards wobbling precariously. Jack stepped behind her and righted the chair and peered down at her to find her fast asleep. He entertained the idea of replicating Bethany's first night on the Black Pearl, but decided against it. He carried her back to her own cabin and set her on her bed. Looking down at her he knew right there and then that he was going to have her, no matter what it took he would.
Jack left the cabin, as the door shut Bethany's eyes fluttered open. She looked around at her surroundings from her horizontal position; recognised her own cabin and smiled to herself, he was somewhat full of surprises himself. Bethany smashed her fist against the bed. Damn it she shouldn't be having these feelings about him, about a pirate, it hadn't exactly done her mother any favours. She clenched her fist around the covers on her bed trying to tell herself that she wasn't falling in love with Jack bloody Sparrow.
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A/N: Wow look at all these reviews. Thank you everyone!
Bethany: coincidence that you have the same name as my lead character, yeah I know "No. Not Bloody Savvy." Wasn't correct English but she was mad so. . . that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it lol.
Oil Pastel: I hope this chapter answered some of your questions and just so you don't get muddled it wasn't her father who was trying to kill her it was her uncle. . . gawd when did I start writing a 16th century soap opera lol.
Just to keep you all informed I'm starting University in the UK tomorrow, studying Geography at Sheffield University (like you really wanted to know) so I'll try and update as regularly as I can but I have no idea what my work load will be like; only time will tell. Thanks all! Emily x
Back on the Black Pearl Bethany joined Jack in his cabin for him to relay everything that he had learnt that night. Jack sat in his normal chair and Bethany took the seat opposite him. Jack's feet found their way up onto the table as he leant back in his chair his eyes trained on Bethany.
He recalled the look on her face when he'd seen her with the woman in the tavern; and grinned to himself - she liked him. Jack allowed himself to appraise her figure, something he'd undertaken not to do with the knowledge that she hated him, but now all that had changed. The pants clung to her hips tightly accentuating her curves, the white shirt slightly transparent, not to be too revealing but to give the hint as to what lay beneath. Her looks weren't typical of his normal taste in women; she wasn't that obvious; more natural with her red hair now slightly bleached by the sun and skin still relatively pale.
"Jack are you even listening to me?" Bethany said realising her slip of the tongue a moment too late; she'd called him Jack; where had that come from?
"Of course I am luv." Jack said, turning on the charm.
"What did he say then?"
Jack withdrew his feet from the table and leaned in close to Bethany; he obviously looked her up and down. Bethany refused to waiver and raised her eyebrows questioningly
"Well?" her voice wavered slightly, Jack grinned then leaned back leaving Bethany decidedly unnerved.
"Your father, Nathaniel" Jack paused before continuing "Was a pirate. Your mother came from a well-to-do family, they married had themselves their own little brood. Your dear father was going to retire. . . for the family. . . unfortunately in this line of business we don't retire; generally we either get rich beyond our wildest dreams or die. Very. Violent. Deaths. Your father was the latter, Jenkins wanted the location of the treasure but your parents were unwilling to give up the location of said treasure and the rest as they say is history"
"Oh" Bethany said quietly giving it a moment for everything to sink in. "And my Uncle knew about my father, am I right" When he'd seen her so enamoured with port life, the sea he'd thought she'd go the same way, fall in love with a pirate - Bethany cut her own train of thought at that point. . .
"One would imagine"
Bethany eyed Jack suspiciously, "There's more," she said, more of a statement than a question.
Jack pointed at Bethany lightly "Which I was getting to." He stood up and made his way around the table to stand beside Bethany. Bracing himself against the table he leaned over Bethany who looked up and then quickly away again as she realised the close proximity of his face to hers. "You, my luv, know where the treasure is"
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"I don't" Bethany maintained; no matter how much she said it Jack was adamant that she did. "I was three years old, I can barely remember my parents what on earth makes you think I can remember the location of this so-called treasure"
"True, but you can remember" Jack declared forcefully as he paced the cabin animatedly.
"How?" she decided to humour him.
"We're going t'pay a little visit to ye home, once yer there it'll all come flooding back"
"It will? No question about it?"
"None what-so-ever"
"What makes you think now I've found" Bethany stopped to yawn "out what I want to know I'll be sticking around" her eyelids felt heavy as she yawned again.
"Because you can't resist me"
Bethany heard the last comment and smiled sleepily; hardly aware that she was doing so. Her chair started to lean backwards wobbling precariously. Jack stepped behind her and righted the chair and peered down at her to find her fast asleep. He entertained the idea of replicating Bethany's first night on the Black Pearl, but decided against it. He carried her back to her own cabin and set her on her bed. Looking down at her he knew right there and then that he was going to have her, no matter what it took he would.
Jack left the cabin, as the door shut Bethany's eyes fluttered open. She looked around at her surroundings from her horizontal position; recognised her own cabin and smiled to herself, he was somewhat full of surprises himself. Bethany smashed her fist against the bed. Damn it she shouldn't be having these feelings about him, about a pirate, it hadn't exactly done her mother any favours. She clenched her fist around the covers on her bed trying to tell herself that she wasn't falling in love with Jack bloody Sparrow.
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A/N: Wow look at all these reviews. Thank you everyone!
Bethany: coincidence that you have the same name as my lead character, yeah I know "No. Not Bloody Savvy." Wasn't correct English but she was mad so. . . that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it lol.
Oil Pastel: I hope this chapter answered some of your questions and just so you don't get muddled it wasn't her father who was trying to kill her it was her uncle. . . gawd when did I start writing a 16th century soap opera lol.
Just to keep you all informed I'm starting University in the UK tomorrow, studying Geography at Sheffield University (like you really wanted to know) so I'll try and update as regularly as I can but I have no idea what my work load will be like; only time will tell. Thanks all! Emily x