A/N – I KNOW I KNOW!!!! And I'm sorry! But I've had school, writer's block, and I just got a BF! EEK! . . . he's not Captain Jack Sparrow, but he's not half bad *wink wink* . . . anyways, here is the next Chapter, Enjoy!
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"Savvy?" – speaking
*Savvy?* – thinking
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Jack fidgeted at the helm, looking back at the cabin door. It had been nearly an hour since Annamaria had entered to talk to Roxanne. She commented that she would have spit at him too, and that he was a right fuck-up for speaking to her like that. Jack had just stared back at her, and told Annamaria to get on with it. He stared out at the open water, and took in a deep breath, "Bloody women."
"Wha' about women?" Annamaria tapped her foot on the deck and glared at Jack.
Jack grinned at her, "Annamaria! Wha' did ye find out?"
Annamaria shook her head, "It was a woman's chat Jack, no' a interrogation, bu' I can tell ye, she's sorry she spit at ye, an' she's got a lovely red cheek thanks t' ye."
"I didne mean to." Jack resigned, dropping head slightly.
She shook her head at him, "Roxanne knows that, bu' it's not so much tha' ye hit her . . ."
Jack looked up at Annamaria, "Then whas got 'er so upset?"
"I ain't tellin' ye anymore." She told him sternly.
Jack pounded the wheel hard with his fist, "You bloody women . . . if ye ain't goin' ter tell me, I'll go find out fer meself!"
Jack made to take his hands off the wheel, but Annamaria held her hand up before he could, "Don't ye dare, she'll be needin' time away from ye."
Jack growled half-heartedly, and slunk back, "Fine."
He took one look back at his "former" cabin, and then set his eyes back to the open waters.
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Roxanne grabbed the last bit of crumbs off of the tray and licked her fingers clean. She hadn't realized how hungry she really was until she had set her eyes on the tray, shortly after Annamaria had left.
*My eating habits are getting more atrocious, must have been father's influence . . .*
Roxanne's eyes blinked, shoving away tears, she wasn't going to cry every time she thought of her father. She slammed her fist on the desk, "I will not be weak!"
She heard a metal tinkling against wood. Roxanne looked down and noticed a drawer to the desk. She carefully slid the drawer open. Roxanne peered into the near empty crevice. Her eyes set on a small glistening gem. She reached her hand in and pulled out a small ring. It was a glowing gold with a beautiful flawless diamond. Roxanne could tell immediately that it was an engagement ring. But, what in god's name was Jack Sparrow doing with an engagement ring? Her mind raced to think of a plausible explanation, and finally settled.
*He must not have known this was in here, probably forgot to pawn it off or something.*
As she was thinking, Roxanne slipped the ring onto her finger. She didn't realize until she began tapping her fingers on the desk. Roxanne heard a soft CLANK scraping the wood. She looked down and saw the ring, "Oh my!"
She went to pull it off of her finger, but hesitated, feeling it wasn't right to take it off. She shook that thought from her head and yanked the ring off, tossing it back in the drawer. Roxanne slammed it shut and stood up from the desk, dropping back down on the bed. As she stared around the room, her mind came into realization. She had commandeered Jack's quarters. She felt a small pang of guilt in her stomach.
*I'm being petty. I mean I know that Jack was being a horrible rowdy bloody pirate . . . but that's who he is. I cannot fault him for that.*
Roxanne stood up and stepped over to the door. She looked out, and saw Jack, well, the back of him, standing at the helm. She saw him standing proudly, and she admired the way he could command the ship. She watched his arms steer at the helm, and she remember how it felt for them to be around her. She gasped as she realized what she was thinking.
*God no! I do not want Captain Jack Sparrow. I'll go insane before letting myself think that.
He's a pirate, albeit a devilishly handsome one . . . a pirate nonetheless. It would never work.*
She gathered herself before letting her hand touch the doorknob, taking soft deep breaths, still staring at Jack. She blinked a few times, her head swimming at the sight of him. She shook her head again, and swung the door open. Her eyes caught Jack's. Roxanne was so surprised he had noticed her so quickly, that she stumbled a bit. Luckily she caught herself, and grabbed the side of her doorframe. She cursed Jack under her breath.
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Jack was growing tired of staring out at the water. Usually he loved the sight of freedom, and the ocean was beautiful to him, but the thought of Roxanne sprawled out in his bed, without him there as well, dug deep at his ego. He turned back to glared at the closed door, but his eyes met the soft hazel of Roxanne's. He tilted his head at her, as he saw her reach out for the doorframe. She dropped her gaze from him, and he noticed her knuckles turn white from gripping the frame so hard. Jack then saw her walk over to Annamaria, and speak to her quietly. Annamaria shook her head, and chuckled as she made her way over to Jack, "She says ye can have yer quarters back . . . she's a fine girl Capt'n, too nice though. I'd have stayed where she was."
Jack stared from Annamaria, then over to Roxanne, "I shant be 'avin' a conversation wit' Roxanne t'rough ye, Annamaria. If she's tryin' ter give meself a friendly gesture, tell 'er I ain't acceptin' it 'til she speaks ter me 'erself."
"Yer tempting yer fate Cap'n." Annamaria shook her head and walked back over to Roxanne.
Jack watched them speak, and grinned at the murderous glare in Roxanne's eyes. He watched her stride up to him and glare into his eyes, "You want a conversation?! I try to be civilized, and you throw it back in my face! You're lucky I only spit at you once!"
Jack motioned one hand to Annamaria, "Calm yerself luv, I'm only wantin' a word wit ye. Annamaria, could ye take th' wheel fer me, Roxanne an' I need ter speak in private."
Annamaria held the wheel with one hand, and watched Jack try to slip his arm around Roxanne. She spun out of his reach and glared at him, "NO! I'm through speaking in private!"
"Now luv, ye betta be calmin' yerself down. T'aint no cause for a commotion." Jack held his arm up at Roxanne, and grinned at her.
Roxanne's mouth twitched fiercely at his grin, and instantaneously, her hand was at her side. She pulled her cutlass free from its sheath, and pointed it out at Jack, "Oh, on the contrary . .
. I believe it is."
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of the crewmen reach for his sword. She shot her other hand at her waist and cocked her gun, "It isn't your place to interfere."
He dropped his hand from his side and stared at the barrel of the gun. Jack, still grinning, raised his arms to his men, "Now now men, I do believe she's serious. Don' be gittin' in her way."
Roxanne's head cocked to one side, and she slid her glance back at Jack, her nostrils flared, her teeth grinding against each other. She clicked her tongue against her teeth, pulled her blade back, and then thrust is forward, slicing Jack cleanly. Jack stumbled back . . .