Hey ppl, here is the next chappie for ya. I would just like to say that my
chaps aren't usually this short, and the adventure starts in the next
chapter!
Thanx to
Leila5: yeah, Jack is a little darker in this, but don't forget, this was before he lost the Pearl! Thanx, I'm glad that you are enjoying this!
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Enjoy!
Chapter six; Dinner Time
"Here's your coat back," Monice said with a weak smile as she handed over the wet coat over to Bootstrap Bill.
He looked from her to the dripping coat.
"How did it get this wet?" he asked. Monice shrugged her small shoulders.
"To be completely honest, I haven't got a clue myself!" she said quite brightly. She gave a ditzy smile as walked off back toward Jack's cabin, humming to herself. Monice seemed oblivious to the stares that she was receiving from the other crewmembers.
She'd changed into a tight upper body fitting red dress that she at first thought Jack must have stolen from a whore or something. But, she shrugged and made him turn to face the wall whilst she changed. The funny thing was, though, that he had already turned around when she told him that she was finished. Wow, he must have been psychic or something, otherwise he wouldn't have known when exactly she was ready without telling him. It was a good job that she knew he wouldn't look at her whilst getting changed then, wasn't it?
When Monice retreated back in to the cabin, she let out a sigh of relief and tried to unfasten the top four little buttons of her dress. It was awfully tight fitting. In fact, if she remembered correctly, she had quite a struggle getting it on. Actually, she fell over in the proceeds of getting the constricting dress on.
Letting out a breath of relief, she fell back down on the bed and lay down. Jack was outside (well, at least she thought so, she had no idea where the pirate was), steering the ship.
"Aaah," she said contently and closed her eyes to get some much needed rest.
She peeked open her left eye to check how high or low the sun was outside the window. It was setting now. She gave another small shrug and fell into a deep slumber.
About three hours later, Jack went in to this room and looked at the person in his bed. In the moonlight he could see her face. He didn't fail to notice a lot of her cleavage hanging out the top of the dress. He raised his eyebrows and gave a rouge-ish smile, walking over to the bed.
"Wake up, luv," he whispered.
She didn't ever stir.
"Come on now, Monice, get up. Dinner is served," he said, louder this time.
He sat down and leaned over the sleeping form, not knowing the dangers of waking up Monice.
"Monice, come on, yer have ter get up!"
Nothing.
He rolled his eyes.
Gently, he poked her shoulder. All she did was shrug off his finger and turn her head towards him (with, much to Jack's annoyance, a little moan). Again he rolled his eyes again and removed his finger from her smooth skin just in case all manners, so to speak, left him completely and he did 'impure' things. That really, was the limit to his manners.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her slightly. All that happened was that her head rolled around a bit.
"MONICE! WAKE UP!" he shouted.
She shot up in bed and head butted Jack.
"Oh my goodness, I thought you were a potato," Monice said, rubbing her own head.
Jack frowned. Was that all she said when she woke up? Or did he really resemble a vegetable?
"Have yer hit yer head luv?" he asked. "Oh yes, this time yer have."
He rubbed his own bump. It was quite sore.
"Ouch! Jack! Why did you wake me up? Are we under attack or something? Oh my gosh! Jack, help me! We're under attack!" she squealed and jumped into his lap, her head now buried in the nook of his shoulder, her arms clinging desperately around his neck.
Well, he didn't know what to do. If this wasn't a hint, then he didn't know what was.
Gently, he lifted her chin to look into her eyes.
"No, luv, we're not under attack," he said softly.
As he was bringing his face closer to hers, he closed his eyes. Monice jumped up briskly and said, "Righty-ho! Now then," she said, brushing herself off. "Why did you wake me up?"
Yes. Why did he wake her up? He had forgotten already. He was so frustrated at her dense mind that he had to bite his tongue to stop the string of curses about to erupt from his mouth. He managed a smile.
"Dinner, luv," he said.
"Oh, is that all? I thought we were under attack!" she repeated stupidly.
What had her father done to her? Who was her mother? Jack was thinking. How could she be so . . . he couldn't describe her dimness.
She was about to walk out of the room, when a loud cough emitted from the bed.
Monice turned around and heaved a heavy sigh.
"What now, Jack? I don't know, first you wake me up . . . no, first you attack my ship and then you bring me over onto this ship. Then you wake me up! What now, eh?"
He gestured to his own chest.
"The top of your dress is undone," he said.
"And now you tell me that my dress is . . . oh!" she said eventually, looking down at her exposed cleavage. "Silly me!" she said, buttoning herself up hastily.
"Yes, silly you," Jack muttered under his breath. What he would've given to see the look on his crew's faces to see Monice walk in, the top of her dress unbuttoned and for him to follow in afterwards with a grin on his own face.
"Come on then! Don't just sit there! Escort a lady to her dinner," Monice said briskly, holding out her arm for him, waiting him to lead her to where they were eating.
"Fine," he said moodily.
"Oh, someone's got out of the wrong side of his bed today," Monice said, winking at him.
That did it.
He got up, marched over to where she was standing and grabbed her arm.
"Dinner time!" he hissed with gritted teeth.
O o o o o oh! D'ya think Jack's gonna be able to put up with her for much longer? Lol
LEAVE A REVIEW (Linz, give me an accessory! Or anybody else who want to for that matter, ^.^, lol!)
Thanx to
Leila5: yeah, Jack is a little darker in this, but don't forget, this was before he lost the Pearl! Thanx, I'm glad that you are enjoying this!
DemonicLittleGirl: thank you so much! EVERYBODY WHO IS REDAING THIS- CHECK OUT HER FICS! SHE IS SIGNED IN!!
Mi: Thanx!
Dragon Princess Nikki: aww, *hugs*! Thank you! I always look forward to your reviews! You are so kind to me! Lol. EVERYBODY CHECK OUT HER FICS TOO! ^.^
Bey-Girl-Nicki: Thank! Alas, your reviews are getting shorter and shorter. Do I need to start reviewing your again? Lol. DON'T FORGET TO GIVE ME AN ACCSESORY! Jenny keeps on beating me up with hers. But I'm safe for the mo, she is in Banger, some crappy little college for a few days! Lol. EMAIL ME!!
Gypsy Fire: I know, she should be a blonde! Lol! ^.^
I don't own any of this!
Enjoy!
Chapter six; Dinner Time
"Here's your coat back," Monice said with a weak smile as she handed over the wet coat over to Bootstrap Bill.
He looked from her to the dripping coat.
"How did it get this wet?" he asked. Monice shrugged her small shoulders.
"To be completely honest, I haven't got a clue myself!" she said quite brightly. She gave a ditzy smile as walked off back toward Jack's cabin, humming to herself. Monice seemed oblivious to the stares that she was receiving from the other crewmembers.
She'd changed into a tight upper body fitting red dress that she at first thought Jack must have stolen from a whore or something. But, she shrugged and made him turn to face the wall whilst she changed. The funny thing was, though, that he had already turned around when she told him that she was finished. Wow, he must have been psychic or something, otherwise he wouldn't have known when exactly she was ready without telling him. It was a good job that she knew he wouldn't look at her whilst getting changed then, wasn't it?
When Monice retreated back in to the cabin, she let out a sigh of relief and tried to unfasten the top four little buttons of her dress. It was awfully tight fitting. In fact, if she remembered correctly, she had quite a struggle getting it on. Actually, she fell over in the proceeds of getting the constricting dress on.
Letting out a breath of relief, she fell back down on the bed and lay down. Jack was outside (well, at least she thought so, she had no idea where the pirate was), steering the ship.
"Aaah," she said contently and closed her eyes to get some much needed rest.
She peeked open her left eye to check how high or low the sun was outside the window. It was setting now. She gave another small shrug and fell into a deep slumber.
About three hours later, Jack went in to this room and looked at the person in his bed. In the moonlight he could see her face. He didn't fail to notice a lot of her cleavage hanging out the top of the dress. He raised his eyebrows and gave a rouge-ish smile, walking over to the bed.
"Wake up, luv," he whispered.
She didn't ever stir.
"Come on now, Monice, get up. Dinner is served," he said, louder this time.
He sat down and leaned over the sleeping form, not knowing the dangers of waking up Monice.
"Monice, come on, yer have ter get up!"
Nothing.
He rolled his eyes.
Gently, he poked her shoulder. All she did was shrug off his finger and turn her head towards him (with, much to Jack's annoyance, a little moan). Again he rolled his eyes again and removed his finger from her smooth skin just in case all manners, so to speak, left him completely and he did 'impure' things. That really, was the limit to his manners.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her slightly. All that happened was that her head rolled around a bit.
"MONICE! WAKE UP!" he shouted.
She shot up in bed and head butted Jack.
"Oh my goodness, I thought you were a potato," Monice said, rubbing her own head.
Jack frowned. Was that all she said when she woke up? Or did he really resemble a vegetable?
"Have yer hit yer head luv?" he asked. "Oh yes, this time yer have."
He rubbed his own bump. It was quite sore.
"Ouch! Jack! Why did you wake me up? Are we under attack or something? Oh my gosh! Jack, help me! We're under attack!" she squealed and jumped into his lap, her head now buried in the nook of his shoulder, her arms clinging desperately around his neck.
Well, he didn't know what to do. If this wasn't a hint, then he didn't know what was.
Gently, he lifted her chin to look into her eyes.
"No, luv, we're not under attack," he said softly.
As he was bringing his face closer to hers, he closed his eyes. Monice jumped up briskly and said, "Righty-ho! Now then," she said, brushing herself off. "Why did you wake me up?"
Yes. Why did he wake her up? He had forgotten already. He was so frustrated at her dense mind that he had to bite his tongue to stop the string of curses about to erupt from his mouth. He managed a smile.
"Dinner, luv," he said.
"Oh, is that all? I thought we were under attack!" she repeated stupidly.
What had her father done to her? Who was her mother? Jack was thinking. How could she be so . . . he couldn't describe her dimness.
She was about to walk out of the room, when a loud cough emitted from the bed.
Monice turned around and heaved a heavy sigh.
"What now, Jack? I don't know, first you wake me up . . . no, first you attack my ship and then you bring me over onto this ship. Then you wake me up! What now, eh?"
He gestured to his own chest.
"The top of your dress is undone," he said.
"And now you tell me that my dress is . . . oh!" she said eventually, looking down at her exposed cleavage. "Silly me!" she said, buttoning herself up hastily.
"Yes, silly you," Jack muttered under his breath. What he would've given to see the look on his crew's faces to see Monice walk in, the top of her dress unbuttoned and for him to follow in afterwards with a grin on his own face.
"Come on then! Don't just sit there! Escort a lady to her dinner," Monice said briskly, holding out her arm for him, waiting him to lead her to where they were eating.
"Fine," he said moodily.
"Oh, someone's got out of the wrong side of his bed today," Monice said, winking at him.
That did it.
He got up, marched over to where she was standing and grabbed her arm.
"Dinner time!" he hissed with gritted teeth.
O o o o o oh! D'ya think Jack's gonna be able to put up with her for much longer? Lol
LEAVE A REVIEW (Linz, give me an accessory! Or anybody else who want to for that matter, ^.^, lol!)