Eh. I gave in. Again. Here's the sixth chapter. I've been writing like mad,
and I'll try and get the next one up tomorrow. So, enjoy, R&R, and I want
reviews, please! Is 2 really the best you can do?
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The quarters I stepped into was vastly better than I'd expected. It was well lit, with a wash bin in the corner, cushions on the window seats, and a large wooden table in the middle of the room at which two people were seated. One was a man, well dressed and skinny, with dark hair tied back in a black ribbon. The other was a young woman, also well dressed, and abnormally tan for how wealthy she appeared to be. Her chestnut brown hair tumbled over her shoulders and shone in the candlelight.
Jack waved his hand towards the man. "This is Will Turner," he paused and motioned toward the woman. "And this is his fiancée, Elizabeth Swann." They both looked at me curiously. Jack saw their looks and said, "Ah, yes. This 'ere is Jules." he smiled, "I don't believe I caught your last name, love." The smile stayed on his face, slightly tilted, and cocky. I couldn't help but smile myself.
"It's Hawk. Fer me eyes. Me old crew always said I had the sharpest eyes in the 'ole Caribbean." Will and Elizabeth nodded, like it was completely reasonable thing to change your last name. Jack's grin spread wider.
"Seems like ye'd be useful on this 'ere ship. Best lookout we've got now is Cotton, and 'e's practically an old man." He swaggered over to me, placing his hands on my hips. His eyes covered my body again and I could feel my cheeks burning. I could hear Will and Elizabeth chuckling, but I couldn't see past Jack; he was a good four inches taller than me.
"Hm." he let go of my hips, but he still looked at me. "Ye'd be a very good lookout, love. What d' ye say?" He grinned that lopsided grin and I thought, Good God, what am I getting myself into? How could I turn down anything he asked? And how could I pass up the Black Pearl herself?
I nodded and Will and Elizabeth both broke out into full out laughter. Jack glared at them, and then shook his head and turned away, brining me back outside again. We leaned against the railing of the Pearl and stared into the night. We'd both been silent for quite a while when he broke the tension.
"So, how long 'ave ye been a pirate, then, love?" I could tell, even in the darkness of the night, that he was looking at me. I kept my gaze on the waves breaking on the hull below.
"Near eleven years now. ever since me parents died." I placed one of my hands over the other and began to tap a rhythm on the hull.
"Sorry t' hear they're gone," he said quietly. I turned to look at him, but could only make out a few features now in the pale moonlight.
"What about you, Ja- Captain?" He chuckled softly, looking out at the dark water.
"I've been a pirate me whole life, love. Born into it, ye see," he said. "Me dad died in a battle at sea when I was small, and me mum ran off when I was sixteen." His voice trailed off and he stared at the sliver of moon that was shining. It seemed like something snapped in his head, because his posture changed very quickly and he turned to face me.
"So, what do you say we get to bed, love?" he asked, smirking.
"Where'll I be sleepin', Jack?" I asked, peering at him curiously.
"Well, ye can sleep with the crew and the giggly folks," he cocked his head towards a door near his quarters, "or ye can sleep with me. Yer choice, love." He grinned. I hadn't taken an immediate liking to Will and Elizabeth, and I hadn't even met the crew yet, but I figured they'd be just like anything other pirate crew I'd met: rowdy, loud, and horny. Jack's grin remained on his mouth as I decided.
"Well, I suppose I'll sleep in yer quarters," his grin turned quite lopsided, "but don't think this means ye'll be havin' any fun with me." He chuckled and swaggered off towards his quarters, his hips swinging slightly. It was almost hypnotic and when he turned around, I realized I'd been staring at him.
"Ye like, love?" he smirked. I shook my head and glared at him, feeling my cheeks turn red as a ripe apple. Jack just smiled and turned around again, walking into his quarters. I stayed on deck for a few minutes, staring out at the sea. I couldn't see my ship, but it didn't matter that much to me anymore. I had no crew and it was a piece of shit, at best. I signed and walked back into Jack's quarters.
Somehow, while we'd been talking on the deck, Will and Elizabeth had snuck off to below deck. I closed the wood door behind me and washed my eyes over the dark room. I saw Jack's figure sitting on the edge of his bed, a bottle of rum in his hands. He took a swig, swallowed and grinned. I saw a flash of gold in his mouth as it caught a strand of moonlight.
"So, bedtime, love?" A trace of lust was in his voice, as well as drunkenness. I cursed myself for climbing onboard in the first place. Honestly, how dumb was I getting?
"Gimme that," I mumbled, reaching for the bottle. He handed it to me, smirking like there was no tomorrow, and leaned back on his hands. I took a swig and felt it rush down my throat. Then, that all too familiar burning sensation and finally utter calm. I smiled and handed it back to him.
"Good rum, eh, love?" he still smirked. I then realized why it was so easy to see him in here; he'd lit candles here and there around the room, which gave everything a slightly yellow glow. I shook my head; honestly, I'd only known this man for an hour, maybe two, and he was already trying to pull that on me.
He patted the bed next to him and I reluctantly sat there. He grinned and I shook my finger at him.
"Jack Sparrow, I swear, if you try anything, you'll find yourself floa-" I accidentally cut myself short with a yawn. Since when had I been tired? Jack had that odd grin on his face but I just rolled my eyes and lay down, facing the wall. "No funny business, Sparrow, ye scurvy dog," I managed to get out before I yawned again. Jack just laughed and said, "That's Captain to you, love." My eyes were slowly closing and I was too tired to come up with anything to say back.
I was nearly asleep already when he lay down next to me. I wasn't prepared for the sudden shifting of the mattress and it woke me up a little. I grunted and changed my position until I was comfortable again. I'd just settled into the mattress when Jack's arm placed itself around my waist, very slowly pulling me closer to him. I was exhausted and didn't do anything but say, "Jack."
"Yes, love?" he murmured. His body was pressed against mine now, and even though we were both incredibly warm, I felt a shiver rush down my spine. He chuckled softly, running his finger down the same line. "Is anything wrong, love?" I shook my head and turned more onto my stomach.
"Tired," I mumbled. I heard a soft chuckle from behind me.
"Jest sleep, love," came Jack and we both lay there until I fell asleep. Even in my sleep, I felt a light kiss on my right temple and within moments, Jack was asleep as well. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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The quarters I stepped into was vastly better than I'd expected. It was well lit, with a wash bin in the corner, cushions on the window seats, and a large wooden table in the middle of the room at which two people were seated. One was a man, well dressed and skinny, with dark hair tied back in a black ribbon. The other was a young woman, also well dressed, and abnormally tan for how wealthy she appeared to be. Her chestnut brown hair tumbled over her shoulders and shone in the candlelight.
Jack waved his hand towards the man. "This is Will Turner," he paused and motioned toward the woman. "And this is his fiancée, Elizabeth Swann." They both looked at me curiously. Jack saw their looks and said, "Ah, yes. This 'ere is Jules." he smiled, "I don't believe I caught your last name, love." The smile stayed on his face, slightly tilted, and cocky. I couldn't help but smile myself.
"It's Hawk. Fer me eyes. Me old crew always said I had the sharpest eyes in the 'ole Caribbean." Will and Elizabeth nodded, like it was completely reasonable thing to change your last name. Jack's grin spread wider.
"Seems like ye'd be useful on this 'ere ship. Best lookout we've got now is Cotton, and 'e's practically an old man." He swaggered over to me, placing his hands on my hips. His eyes covered my body again and I could feel my cheeks burning. I could hear Will and Elizabeth chuckling, but I couldn't see past Jack; he was a good four inches taller than me.
"Hm." he let go of my hips, but he still looked at me. "Ye'd be a very good lookout, love. What d' ye say?" He grinned that lopsided grin and I thought, Good God, what am I getting myself into? How could I turn down anything he asked? And how could I pass up the Black Pearl herself?
I nodded and Will and Elizabeth both broke out into full out laughter. Jack glared at them, and then shook his head and turned away, brining me back outside again. We leaned against the railing of the Pearl and stared into the night. We'd both been silent for quite a while when he broke the tension.
"So, how long 'ave ye been a pirate, then, love?" I could tell, even in the darkness of the night, that he was looking at me. I kept my gaze on the waves breaking on the hull below.
"Near eleven years now. ever since me parents died." I placed one of my hands over the other and began to tap a rhythm on the hull.
"Sorry t' hear they're gone," he said quietly. I turned to look at him, but could only make out a few features now in the pale moonlight.
"What about you, Ja- Captain?" He chuckled softly, looking out at the dark water.
"I've been a pirate me whole life, love. Born into it, ye see," he said. "Me dad died in a battle at sea when I was small, and me mum ran off when I was sixteen." His voice trailed off and he stared at the sliver of moon that was shining. It seemed like something snapped in his head, because his posture changed very quickly and he turned to face me.
"So, what do you say we get to bed, love?" he asked, smirking.
"Where'll I be sleepin', Jack?" I asked, peering at him curiously.
"Well, ye can sleep with the crew and the giggly folks," he cocked his head towards a door near his quarters, "or ye can sleep with me. Yer choice, love." He grinned. I hadn't taken an immediate liking to Will and Elizabeth, and I hadn't even met the crew yet, but I figured they'd be just like anything other pirate crew I'd met: rowdy, loud, and horny. Jack's grin remained on his mouth as I decided.
"Well, I suppose I'll sleep in yer quarters," his grin turned quite lopsided, "but don't think this means ye'll be havin' any fun with me." He chuckled and swaggered off towards his quarters, his hips swinging slightly. It was almost hypnotic and when he turned around, I realized I'd been staring at him.
"Ye like, love?" he smirked. I shook my head and glared at him, feeling my cheeks turn red as a ripe apple. Jack just smiled and turned around again, walking into his quarters. I stayed on deck for a few minutes, staring out at the sea. I couldn't see my ship, but it didn't matter that much to me anymore. I had no crew and it was a piece of shit, at best. I signed and walked back into Jack's quarters.
Somehow, while we'd been talking on the deck, Will and Elizabeth had snuck off to below deck. I closed the wood door behind me and washed my eyes over the dark room. I saw Jack's figure sitting on the edge of his bed, a bottle of rum in his hands. He took a swig, swallowed and grinned. I saw a flash of gold in his mouth as it caught a strand of moonlight.
"So, bedtime, love?" A trace of lust was in his voice, as well as drunkenness. I cursed myself for climbing onboard in the first place. Honestly, how dumb was I getting?
"Gimme that," I mumbled, reaching for the bottle. He handed it to me, smirking like there was no tomorrow, and leaned back on his hands. I took a swig and felt it rush down my throat. Then, that all too familiar burning sensation and finally utter calm. I smiled and handed it back to him.
"Good rum, eh, love?" he still smirked. I then realized why it was so easy to see him in here; he'd lit candles here and there around the room, which gave everything a slightly yellow glow. I shook my head; honestly, I'd only known this man for an hour, maybe two, and he was already trying to pull that on me.
He patted the bed next to him and I reluctantly sat there. He grinned and I shook my finger at him.
"Jack Sparrow, I swear, if you try anything, you'll find yourself floa-" I accidentally cut myself short with a yawn. Since when had I been tired? Jack had that odd grin on his face but I just rolled my eyes and lay down, facing the wall. "No funny business, Sparrow, ye scurvy dog," I managed to get out before I yawned again. Jack just laughed and said, "That's Captain to you, love." My eyes were slowly closing and I was too tired to come up with anything to say back.
I was nearly asleep already when he lay down next to me. I wasn't prepared for the sudden shifting of the mattress and it woke me up a little. I grunted and changed my position until I was comfortable again. I'd just settled into the mattress when Jack's arm placed itself around my waist, very slowly pulling me closer to him. I was exhausted and didn't do anything but say, "Jack."
"Yes, love?" he murmured. His body was pressed against mine now, and even though we were both incredibly warm, I felt a shiver rush down my spine. He chuckled softly, running his finger down the same line. "Is anything wrong, love?" I shook my head and turned more onto my stomach.
"Tired," I mumbled. I heard a soft chuckle from behind me.
"Jest sleep, love," came Jack and we both lay there until I fell asleep. Even in my sleep, I felt a light kiss on my right temple and within moments, Jack was asleep as well. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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