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Chapter 4 New Scars and One Very Annoying Sparrow
A/N: thanks to all who reviewed! Cookies and signed Jack Sparrow posters to you all!!!
Disclaimer: yes, yes, I know I don't own POTC, but there's no need to rub it in! PROCEED!!!!! *points to chapter*
Jack woke up that morning and sat down at his desk. He picked up a blue leather-bound book off the table and began to read. He didn't notice Morgan laying there, staring at him, until she said; "Captain Jack Sparrow reads books?" he jumped and looked up at her. She could have sworn she saw him blush a little.
"Aye that I do." He slurred, setting the book down. She sat up, put her hat and boots on and walked over to him.
"King Lear?" she read. "Damn." She walked out of the cabin and to the galley, where she asked Mr. Cotton if he had any apples, carrots, oats and other things for her horse. Mr. Cotton nodded and handed over the food. She took it too the hold and tossed it in a makeshift manger. Patting the horse, she cooed to him, "I don't know, boy. I mean he's nice an' all, but he is a bit of a womanizer. I'll just have to see where this goes, eh?" the horse nickered quietly and shook its head. Morgan patted the horse one last time and walked up on deck. She spotted a ship in the west, which was coming ever closer. "Captain! There's a ship o'er there, and its headin' right fer us!!! Jack turned and followed her arm to the ship. It was the 'Dark Horizon,' which was captained by Oliver Meade. The ship got ever closer, and they raised the Jolly Roger. When the ship was close enough, jack yelled," PREPARE TO BOARD!!!!!!!!" they grabbed ropes and swung over to the enemy ship. The fighting did not last very long, Meade's crew wasn't strong enough, and soon all were dead. They raided the ship, and among a few dead bodies, Morgan found Jack, lying with his body splayed and his hat almost off. She took notice of all his wounds and exclaimed, "Bloody hell!" she heaved him in her arms and they went back on the Pearl, where Morgan took Jack down to his quarters.
Jack woke to someone bandaging a wound on his arm. It was Morgan. "What are ye doing?" he asked her groggily.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" she muttered, pouring some rum on a cloth and applying it to another wound. He hissed in pain but she held it and finally pulled the cloth off, bandaging his last wound carefully. Jack tried to sit up but Morgan stopped him. "I wouldn't be doin' that so soon, mate. Ye got a nasty cut on yer stomach. Deep, too. Barely missed yer kidneys." She swigged some rum and Jack started eyeing her like a sad puppy. An extremely hot, sad puppy. She smirked knowingly and grabbed another bottle of rum from the cupboard overhead. She handed it to him and sat on the bed next to him.
"What do ye think yer doing?" Jack asked.
"Well, I'm TRYING to sleep." She replied.
"In MY bed?! Not that I mind."
"Yeah! Where else?"
"Yer own cot? Ugh. Women."
"Women my fat ass!!!!" " I happen to like yer ass!"
"JACK!!!!!!!!!" "Sorry, love!"
The next morning, Morgan woke slowly, with an arm wrapped comfortably around her waist. Jack. She tried to get up, but was only pulled closer to him. He muttered something that sounded like, "I love you, Captain Snuggles." He woke slowly and released Morgan. "G'mornin', love! Sleep well? Hehehehehehe."
"Mornin' Jack." She got up and went to stare out the window, soon noticing Jack staring at her butt. "Jack, if ye keep starin' where yer starin', I'll box yer ears off!"
But all Jack did was grin perversely and kept staring.
This was gonna be a long day.
Chapter 4 New Scars and One Very Annoying Sparrow
A/N: thanks to all who reviewed! Cookies and signed Jack Sparrow posters to you all!!!
Disclaimer: yes, yes, I know I don't own POTC, but there's no need to rub it in! PROCEED!!!!! *points to chapter*
Jack woke up that morning and sat down at his desk. He picked up a blue leather-bound book off the table and began to read. He didn't notice Morgan laying there, staring at him, until she said; "Captain Jack Sparrow reads books?" he jumped and looked up at her. She could have sworn she saw him blush a little.
"Aye that I do." He slurred, setting the book down. She sat up, put her hat and boots on and walked over to him.
"King Lear?" she read. "Damn." She walked out of the cabin and to the galley, where she asked Mr. Cotton if he had any apples, carrots, oats and other things for her horse. Mr. Cotton nodded and handed over the food. She took it too the hold and tossed it in a makeshift manger. Patting the horse, she cooed to him, "I don't know, boy. I mean he's nice an' all, but he is a bit of a womanizer. I'll just have to see where this goes, eh?" the horse nickered quietly and shook its head. Morgan patted the horse one last time and walked up on deck. She spotted a ship in the west, which was coming ever closer. "Captain! There's a ship o'er there, and its headin' right fer us!!! Jack turned and followed her arm to the ship. It was the 'Dark Horizon,' which was captained by Oliver Meade. The ship got ever closer, and they raised the Jolly Roger. When the ship was close enough, jack yelled," PREPARE TO BOARD!!!!!!!!" they grabbed ropes and swung over to the enemy ship. The fighting did not last very long, Meade's crew wasn't strong enough, and soon all were dead. They raided the ship, and among a few dead bodies, Morgan found Jack, lying with his body splayed and his hat almost off. She took notice of all his wounds and exclaimed, "Bloody hell!" she heaved him in her arms and they went back on the Pearl, where Morgan took Jack down to his quarters.
Jack woke to someone bandaging a wound on his arm. It was Morgan. "What are ye doing?" he asked her groggily.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" she muttered, pouring some rum on a cloth and applying it to another wound. He hissed in pain but she held it and finally pulled the cloth off, bandaging his last wound carefully. Jack tried to sit up but Morgan stopped him. "I wouldn't be doin' that so soon, mate. Ye got a nasty cut on yer stomach. Deep, too. Barely missed yer kidneys." She swigged some rum and Jack started eyeing her like a sad puppy. An extremely hot, sad puppy. She smirked knowingly and grabbed another bottle of rum from the cupboard overhead. She handed it to him and sat on the bed next to him.
"What do ye think yer doing?" Jack asked.
"Well, I'm TRYING to sleep." She replied.
"In MY bed?! Not that I mind."
"Yeah! Where else?"
"Yer own cot? Ugh. Women."
"Women my fat ass!!!!" " I happen to like yer ass!"
"JACK!!!!!!!!!" "Sorry, love!"
The next morning, Morgan woke slowly, with an arm wrapped comfortably around her waist. Jack. She tried to get up, but was only pulled closer to him. He muttered something that sounded like, "I love you, Captain Snuggles." He woke slowly and released Morgan. "G'mornin', love! Sleep well? Hehehehehehe."
"Mornin' Jack." She got up and went to stare out the window, soon noticing Jack staring at her butt. "Jack, if ye keep starin' where yer starin', I'll box yer ears off!"
But all Jack did was grin perversely and kept staring.
This was gonna be a long day.