A/N – Whoa . . . a while since I updated . . . sorry, I had lots of homework . . . and very lovely drama classes, but here is another one . . . yes, it does portray Jack a bit as a horrible guy . . . but it's not my intention, I mean, he is a pirate, pillage and plunder and all that, right? So without any further adieu . . .
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"Savvy?" – speaking
*Savvy?* – thinking
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Roxanne let the door close behind her. The sun had begun to come up while she was changing. The light pinks and blues, melding from the dark gray's and blacks. Roxanne walked over to the side of the ship, and rested against the railing. For some strange reason, she felt so "at peace". She just stood there and watched the sun rise. All she could see was the sky meeting the water. She was so far from home . . .
*God, I miss Will and Elizabeth . . .*
She let a few tears escape from her eyes before she hastily wiped them away.
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Jack stood at the helm, boring his eyes into Roxanne's back, muttering softly to himself, "Bloody women."
He saw her bring her sleeve up to her face quickly, before dropping her arm back to her side. Jack was tempted to go over to her; but what little better judgment he had left, told him not to. He hit the ship's wheel hard with his fist. Annamaria stepped up beside him, "Ah, Cap'n? maybe I should take th' wheel, ye seem a bit . . ."
She didn't have time to finish her sentence, as she had to grab the wheel before it tilted the ship, seeing as Jack had let go so suddenly. Once she had a good hold on the wheel, she glared at Jack, spitting out at him, "Are ye bloody well trying to kill us?!"
Jack turned back to her, and narrowed his eyes, "I swear, if ye weren't a woman . . . I'd 'ave brought me knuckles across yer jaw long ago."
He turned away from her again. Annamaria noticed how he was stared at Roxanne, well, the back of Roxanne. Jack turned back to see Annamaria grinning at him. She was tempted to make a comment, but something in her head prevented her from doing so, though, she didn't know what. Instead, she turned her head towards Roxanne, just in time to see her keel back and hit the hard wooden planks.
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Roxanne felt her stomach growl, and for the first time in nearly two days, she realized that she hadn't eaten.
*Damn, I'm famished . . . but I don't think Jack is really going to be in the generous mood at the moment . . . I'll just have to hold out a bit longer.*
Roxanne's body began to feel heavier, and she slumped a bit on the railing. Her head drooped down to her chest and her knees buckled. She slid back off of the railing, dropping to the deck floor, and hit her head on the wood, knocking her unconscious.
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Annamaria wasn't the only one to see Roxanne's drop. First Jack's head snapped around at the sudden loud THUD, his lips ready to bawl out whoever had dropped something; but when his eyes found only Roxanne, lying motionless on the deck, his mouth hung agape, and his heart seemed to leap to his throat. He grabbed the upper railing and swung himself over it, landing on the main deck. He ran over to Roxanne, sliding down onto his knees next to her, "Luv? Can ye hear me? Come on now luv, t'is not funny no more."
He breathed a long sigh of relief; when Roxanne groaned, and lifted her head slightly. Though it seemed premature, as her head slumped back down against the cool deck moments later, her eyes delicately closed. Jack scooped her up into his arms, and staggered to his feet. His eyes met with his crew, most bewildered from the spectacle of some unknown woman being able to get Captain Jack Sparrow so worked up. He glared a grave death graze at his crew, "Wha' are ye standin' around fer?! Ge' back ter work!"
The men hastily returned to their posts, and tried their dammed ness not to make eye contact with their Captain. Jack growled under his breath, but another groan brought him back to Roxanne, who needed tending. He brought her back into the cabin, and laid her on the bed for the second time. Jack sat down at the desk, and set his feet up. A rapping on the door, brought his feet crashing down in fury, "Who the bloody 'ell is it?!"
Jack thrust the door open, to find one of his crewmen holding a tray of food, "Sorry Cap'n . . . bu', Annamaria said ter bring this fer yer woman . . ."
He smirked a bit as he said that, and thrust the tray at Jack, before turning around, most likely going back to pass a few rumors with his mates. Jack growled, and slammed the door, dropping the tray on the desk. The loud BANG of metal on wood caused Roxanne to flinch. Jack turned towards the bed,
"Luv, are ye awake?"
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*If I don't move, he won't know I'm awake . . .*
A loud BANG caused her to flinch.
"Luv, are ye awake?"
*Well, so much for that.*
Roxanne turned to face Jack, "Yes Jack, I am."
Jack sat back down on the chair near the desk, and grabbed an apple off of the tray, polishing it off on his shirt, "So wha' was wit' th' act ou' there?"
Roxanne bolted up, and after a few moments of collecting herself, she struck a finger out at Jack, "ACT?! I haven't had the easiest two days you know! Before meeting you, my life was a paradise. I had good friends, a loving father, and a HOME. Now I'm stuck on a ship with bloody dirty pirates, my friend's gone, and my father . . ."
She turned away from Jack, blinking away the tears. Jack leaned in to her, and set a hand on her shoulder. Roxanne spun back towards him, "Don't bloody well touch me!"
She spit in his face. Jack's eyes lit up in a fiery rage. Before he could level himself, he had brought the back of his hand across her cheek, and spit back at her, "You ruddy little bitch!"
Roxanne's cheek stung terribly, and she was clutching her head, the terrible memories flooding back. At the realization of what he had just done, Jack tried to apologize, though; he was never quite good at it, "Luv, I . . . ye brought it on yer . . . if ye hadn't . . ."
"Get out." Roxanne's finger pointed at the door.
"Bu' luv, this is me . . ."
"GET OUT NOW!!!" she screamed through a ragged sob.
Jack backed up, and threw the door open, again facing his crew, staring absurdly at him. He slammed the door behind him, "What are you bloody well looking at?!"
The crew turned away from him, and Jack turned back to the door, "T'rown ou' o' me own room."