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Chapter 6: A Truth You Cannot Hide Cat's POV * * *
I let out a small groan as I slowly regained consciousness. Panic overtook me the moment I felt the texture of the silky sheets below me. I was not where I wanted to be. I was still trapped in a dream that was slowly becoming a nightmare.
Sighing loudly, I slowly rose from the bed. I breathed heavily from exertion while trying to test my legs, unsure if they would hold me up. When I was finally able to stand, I noticed someone's sleeping form in a rocking chair on the other side of the bed. I inched closer and saw that it was the woman who had been with Jack before, the one from my dream.
I backed away from her slowly, so as to not be discovered. The pain still held me, and beads of sweat dampened my forehead. Quickly, I wiped them away, thinking that I must look like hell.
I could see a mirror propped up on top of the wardrobe in the corner. Cautiously, I walked over to it. I peered into to, but the girl staring back wasn't me. She had strawberry-blonde hair that hung down her back in thick, wavy strands, and intense aquamarine eyes that held many secrets.
I reached up to touch my cheek. The girl did the same. I gasped, backing away. Several beads of sweat dripped down my forehead. I struggled to breathe, an invisible vice gripping my lungs.
I threw open the cabin door, running up the wooden staircase that led to the ship's deck. The cool, night sir was a relief to my feverish being. I leaned against a side railing of the ship, staring into the midnight black waters of the sea. The moonlight reflected brightly onto the surface of the Caribbean. Billions of twinkling stars accented the moonlight, blinking vibrantly.
I stared up at the sky in amazement. I had never seen each star in the sky gleam so brightly. There were no lights around to destroy this sight.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" A deep voice asked gently, from behind. I jumped only slightly, immediately recognizing the somewhat throaty purr of Jack's lulling voice.
"Yeah, it is," I answered, choosing my words carefully, the pounding in my head becoming more intense. "I just needed a little fresh air, that's all."
My voice! It carried tones of a melodious English accent, something that I had not noticed before. My hand flew quickly to my mouth.
"Oh God," I muttered, turning.
"Somethin' wrong, lass?" He eyed me curiously with depthy brown eyes.
"No.no, nothing." I looked away, knowing he would win this little game.
He caught my wrist as I passed him, pulling me close.
"Oh, I 'ink 'ere is, luv." I could feel his warm breath dance over the back of my neck. A shiver crept down my spine.
"Captain Sparrow, please let me go," I asked, my voice trembling. Abruptly, he pulled me around to face him.
"Why, scared of me, luv?" Softly, I drew in a sharp breath. Looking up to meet his eyes, I saw that they held gentleness and understanding. "I 'ink we need to 'ave a 'alk, Cat."
I fought against him as he led me toward the staircase. I let out a hiss of pain when his hand brushed against the still bleeding cut on my arm.
" 'ave to take 'are of that," I thought I heard him mumble. Continuing to fight, he easily picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. I struggled under his grip, kicking and screaming,
"Captain Sparrow, put me down now!" H e ignores my pleas and continued to walk down the hall toward his cabin.
When we entered the cabin, the single that had been flickering dangerously only moments before had blown out. A faint stream of moonlight that poured in from the only window lit the room poorly. I could still see the woman's figure asleep in the rocking chair. Jack didn't seem to notice, though, as he fumbled around in the dark, searching for a light source.
Moving to place me on the bed, he set me down quickly. I landed with a sickening thump on the hard wooden floor.
"Oops, sorry, luv." I could clearly hear the smirk in his voice. I let out a frustrated growl as I tried to sit up.
The light from two candles lit the room suddenly. I gave up my struggle and lay on the cool floor, closing my eyes. Jack's heavy footsteps could be heard walking around the bed and stopping next to my head. He picked me up, gently and laid me among the silky sheets of the bed.
I heard him wake up the woman who had been assigned to watch over me.
"Anamaria, what 'ere ya thinkin' fallin' asleep 'en I told ya to keep an eye on 'er?" he whispered harshly.
"I'm not any brat's babysitter, Captain," she growled viciously, getting up from the rocking chair and slamming the cabin door behind her.
"You'll 'ave ro excuse Anamaria, luv, she's not used to 'aving competition. Now," he sat down on the end of the bed, " 'ell ol' Jack why yer bein' so stubborn with 'im." I opened my eyes, finding that his face hovered only inches from mine. Jumping back from him, I nearly fell off of the bed, but he reached out a hand to steady me. He inched closer to me, his brown eyes boring intensely into my green.
"You wouldn't believe me, Jack," I managed to choke out.
"Captain Jack, luv, Captain; and 'ow do ya know I wouldn' believe ya if ya 'aven't told me yet?"
My gaze settled on my hands as I silently debated whether to tell him or not. A war was raging inside. I was startled when I saw his hand slip into mine. His skin was soothingly rough, and a wave of exhilaration coursed through me as he caressed my hand with his thumb. He reached out and tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. My breath came in short gasps.
"Cat, luv, I would never 'urt ya, savvy?" I shook my head, slowly, in understanding. The truth came pouring out, slightly changed in order to fit the time. I wasn't ready to reveal the whole truth.
"I come from a working class family where I'm ignored. I did call the attention of a man, though and believed he was decent. He had his eye on me for a while and the other night he asked me to take a walk down to the docks with him under the moonlight. While we were there," I stopped not wanting to voice what had happened next, "he-he tried to rape me, and I fell into the water in order to get away from him." Tears threatened to spill over onto my cheeks. "I tried to swim to the surface, but the current held me under. Then, I woke up here.
My tears dripped down onto our intertwined fingers. He tilted my chin up again, and kissed my tears away softly. I had the sudden urge to touch him, to kiss him.
His lips moved toward my moth and I welcomed the kiss, reluctantly. His lips were soft, and they parted almost instantly, his tongue exploring my lips. I opened my mouth to him and let his tongue explore each inch of it. I returned the kiss, air a stranger to my lungs. He kissed me with more passion, more intensity, a bubble of anxiety rising within me. This is how it had started before. I broke away from the kiss, breathless.
"I can't do this," I admitted. He gave me a mischievous grin, and moved in to kiss me again. Instead, he stopped next to my ear, whispering softly,
"Why, I thought you couldn't resist me, luv." He flashed me a gold- toothed smile.
I slapped him across the face. Looking slightly surprised, he rubbed his jaw line where a bright red handprint now stood out among his tanned skin.
"I didn't deserve that." He got up from the bed, his face still holding amusement.
"I'll 'ave Anamaria bandage yer wounds and 'ome morning ye'll be ready to earn yer keep." He closed the door of the cabin, gently, flashing me a fleeting smile before shutting the door completely. I lay back among the cool, silk pillows, wiping away my fresh tears. Who did Jack, oh, excuse me, Captain Sparrow, and think he was, taking advantage of me? I knew I felt something for him that I hadn't ever felt for any one, but I couldn't let those emotions take over as I had before. Look where it had gotten me, on a ship with lust-craving pervert pirates who had no real emotion; especially their captain.
There was another feeling growing inside of me. A feeling of need, a feeling of want. A new feeling that both satisfied and scared. A feeling that I wanted to hold onto for just a little bit longer.
Chapter 6: A Truth You Cannot Hide Cat's POV * * *
I let out a small groan as I slowly regained consciousness. Panic overtook me the moment I felt the texture of the silky sheets below me. I was not where I wanted to be. I was still trapped in a dream that was slowly becoming a nightmare.
Sighing loudly, I slowly rose from the bed. I breathed heavily from exertion while trying to test my legs, unsure if they would hold me up. When I was finally able to stand, I noticed someone's sleeping form in a rocking chair on the other side of the bed. I inched closer and saw that it was the woman who had been with Jack before, the one from my dream.
I backed away from her slowly, so as to not be discovered. The pain still held me, and beads of sweat dampened my forehead. Quickly, I wiped them away, thinking that I must look like hell.
I could see a mirror propped up on top of the wardrobe in the corner. Cautiously, I walked over to it. I peered into to, but the girl staring back wasn't me. She had strawberry-blonde hair that hung down her back in thick, wavy strands, and intense aquamarine eyes that held many secrets.
I reached up to touch my cheek. The girl did the same. I gasped, backing away. Several beads of sweat dripped down my forehead. I struggled to breathe, an invisible vice gripping my lungs.
I threw open the cabin door, running up the wooden staircase that led to the ship's deck. The cool, night sir was a relief to my feverish being. I leaned against a side railing of the ship, staring into the midnight black waters of the sea. The moonlight reflected brightly onto the surface of the Caribbean. Billions of twinkling stars accented the moonlight, blinking vibrantly.
I stared up at the sky in amazement. I had never seen each star in the sky gleam so brightly. There were no lights around to destroy this sight.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" A deep voice asked gently, from behind. I jumped only slightly, immediately recognizing the somewhat throaty purr of Jack's lulling voice.
"Yeah, it is," I answered, choosing my words carefully, the pounding in my head becoming more intense. "I just needed a little fresh air, that's all."
My voice! It carried tones of a melodious English accent, something that I had not noticed before. My hand flew quickly to my mouth.
"Oh God," I muttered, turning.
"Somethin' wrong, lass?" He eyed me curiously with depthy brown eyes.
"No.no, nothing." I looked away, knowing he would win this little game.
He caught my wrist as I passed him, pulling me close.
"Oh, I 'ink 'ere is, luv." I could feel his warm breath dance over the back of my neck. A shiver crept down my spine.
"Captain Sparrow, please let me go," I asked, my voice trembling. Abruptly, he pulled me around to face him.
"Why, scared of me, luv?" Softly, I drew in a sharp breath. Looking up to meet his eyes, I saw that they held gentleness and understanding. "I 'ink we need to 'ave a 'alk, Cat."
I fought against him as he led me toward the staircase. I let out a hiss of pain when his hand brushed against the still bleeding cut on my arm.
" 'ave to take 'are of that," I thought I heard him mumble. Continuing to fight, he easily picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. I struggled under his grip, kicking and screaming,
"Captain Sparrow, put me down now!" H e ignores my pleas and continued to walk down the hall toward his cabin.
When we entered the cabin, the single that had been flickering dangerously only moments before had blown out. A faint stream of moonlight that poured in from the only window lit the room poorly. I could still see the woman's figure asleep in the rocking chair. Jack didn't seem to notice, though, as he fumbled around in the dark, searching for a light source.
Moving to place me on the bed, he set me down quickly. I landed with a sickening thump on the hard wooden floor.
"Oops, sorry, luv." I could clearly hear the smirk in his voice. I let out a frustrated growl as I tried to sit up.
The light from two candles lit the room suddenly. I gave up my struggle and lay on the cool floor, closing my eyes. Jack's heavy footsteps could be heard walking around the bed and stopping next to my head. He picked me up, gently and laid me among the silky sheets of the bed.
I heard him wake up the woman who had been assigned to watch over me.
"Anamaria, what 'ere ya thinkin' fallin' asleep 'en I told ya to keep an eye on 'er?" he whispered harshly.
"I'm not any brat's babysitter, Captain," she growled viciously, getting up from the rocking chair and slamming the cabin door behind her.
"You'll 'ave ro excuse Anamaria, luv, she's not used to 'aving competition. Now," he sat down on the end of the bed, " 'ell ol' Jack why yer bein' so stubborn with 'im." I opened my eyes, finding that his face hovered only inches from mine. Jumping back from him, I nearly fell off of the bed, but he reached out a hand to steady me. He inched closer to me, his brown eyes boring intensely into my green.
"You wouldn't believe me, Jack," I managed to choke out.
"Captain Jack, luv, Captain; and 'ow do ya know I wouldn' believe ya if ya 'aven't told me yet?"
My gaze settled on my hands as I silently debated whether to tell him or not. A war was raging inside. I was startled when I saw his hand slip into mine. His skin was soothingly rough, and a wave of exhilaration coursed through me as he caressed my hand with his thumb. He reached out and tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. My breath came in short gasps.
"Cat, luv, I would never 'urt ya, savvy?" I shook my head, slowly, in understanding. The truth came pouring out, slightly changed in order to fit the time. I wasn't ready to reveal the whole truth.
"I come from a working class family where I'm ignored. I did call the attention of a man, though and believed he was decent. He had his eye on me for a while and the other night he asked me to take a walk down to the docks with him under the moonlight. While we were there," I stopped not wanting to voice what had happened next, "he-he tried to rape me, and I fell into the water in order to get away from him." Tears threatened to spill over onto my cheeks. "I tried to swim to the surface, but the current held me under. Then, I woke up here.
My tears dripped down onto our intertwined fingers. He tilted my chin up again, and kissed my tears away softly. I had the sudden urge to touch him, to kiss him.
His lips moved toward my moth and I welcomed the kiss, reluctantly. His lips were soft, and they parted almost instantly, his tongue exploring my lips. I opened my mouth to him and let his tongue explore each inch of it. I returned the kiss, air a stranger to my lungs. He kissed me with more passion, more intensity, a bubble of anxiety rising within me. This is how it had started before. I broke away from the kiss, breathless.
"I can't do this," I admitted. He gave me a mischievous grin, and moved in to kiss me again. Instead, he stopped next to my ear, whispering softly,
"Why, I thought you couldn't resist me, luv." He flashed me a gold- toothed smile.
I slapped him across the face. Looking slightly surprised, he rubbed his jaw line where a bright red handprint now stood out among his tanned skin.
"I didn't deserve that." He got up from the bed, his face still holding amusement.
"I'll 'ave Anamaria bandage yer wounds and 'ome morning ye'll be ready to earn yer keep." He closed the door of the cabin, gently, flashing me a fleeting smile before shutting the door completely. I lay back among the cool, silk pillows, wiping away my fresh tears. Who did Jack, oh, excuse me, Captain Sparrow, and think he was, taking advantage of me? I knew I felt something for him that I hadn't ever felt for any one, but I couldn't let those emotions take over as I had before. Look where it had gotten me, on a ship with lust-craving pervert pirates who had no real emotion; especially their captain.
There was another feeling growing inside of me. A feeling of need, a feeling of want. A new feeling that both satisfied and scared. A feeling that I wanted to hold onto for just a little bit longer.