Hi all of my faithful readers! Sorry it took so long to update! I'm really
busy, but this Tuesday I have a day off so expect updates on the weekend
and on Tuesday!
Felicity Wood: Thank you for pointing that out. Usually I'm more careful
about that sort of thing, but I guess it slipped by me!
This chapter is dedicated to all of my pirate sisters Jess, Emi, and
Caitlyn! I love you guys!
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Chapter 7: Not Rightfully Yours Jack's POV * * *
I watched the Kitty as she slept. Fear 'aunts 'er delicate frame even now as she struggles violently in 'er sleep. As Anamaria bandaged 'er now infected wounds, 'Stupid girl,' I studied the medallion closely. This was me father's medallion, but 'ow did she get it? It was supposed to be mine, but me father delivered it 'to the 'ands of another, to a woman 'e loved. Her signature is on the back with me father's, but I can't make it out. It was forged quickly wit' a common knife.
Out of the corner of me eye I could 'ee Cat jerk violently under Anamaria's touch. I an attempt to calm the lass I tucked a single strand of fiery 'air behind 'er ear, and caressed 'er 'orehead gently, wiping away the beads of sweat that remained 'ere. I let me finger trace over the slight patter of freckles on the bridge of 'er nose.
She was such a beautiful little creature. She was not like the other 'omen that I 'ad relations wit'. She made me feel somethin' 'at I 'ad not 'elt in many years. I was angry and confused 'at a simple lass 'ould make me feel this way.
I got up from the bed, 'aking 'er medallion wit' me. I rubbed me thumb over the mysterious signature. Me father 'ad denied me the medallion for a stupid witch 'ho seduced 'im an' left 'im 'eartbroken to wander the sea 'opeless until 'is death.
I slipped the medallion into the leather pouch on me 'ip. She wasn' getting' it back until she answered some of me questions. Before I left me cabin, I looked back at the lass on the bed wondein' why it was me such luck to come upon 'er in the ocean.
* * *
A strong odor of rum and sea air invaded her senses as she woke.
"Good mornin' Cat, me luv!" Reluctantly, Cat opened her eyes, groaning at the sight in front of her. Jack stood over her with a silver tray in his hands. He set the tray down on the end table as Cat groaned - more loudly this time - and rolled away from Jack, pulling the sheets above her head.
"Go away!" Cat's muffled yell could hardly be heard under the heavy sheets.
"Now, now, luv," Jack pulled the sheets away from her head, "I brought you breakfast and some of Anamaria's clothes 'or ya to wear. You other's are a bloody mess I 'spect." When Cat made no move to untangle herself from the blankets, Jack inched closer to the bed. Quickly, Jack pulled the off of Cat, revealing that she had buried her head deep into one of his pillows.
Jack sat down beside her on the bed. He began to gently and steadily rub her back in an attempt to coax her from the bed. His fingers melted all of the tension, fear, and worry that had plagued her for the last few days. She relaxed under his touch, and made no move to push him away.
"Remember what I said yesterday, Kitty me luv." Swiftly, she turned, bringing a hand up to slap him, but her wrist just inches away from his face and squeezed it gently.
"I wouldn' be doin' 'at, luv." Cat stopped suddenly, noticing the absence of the familiar swinging sensation of her medallion against her chest. She looked sown, clawing frantically at the place on her chest where the medallion usually hung. Her eyes rose slowly to meet Jack's. He gave her a slow smile.
"CAPTAIN SPARROW!" Cat yelled, "WHERE IS MY MEDALLION?" The expression on the Captain's face never wavered. Slowly, he undid the leather pouch at his side, taking the medallion out from its hiding place, and swung it in front of her, teasingly.
"You mean this, luv?" His expression was one of pure innocence. Cat lunged at him, reaching desperately for the medallion. This time Jack caught both of her wrists in his hands.
"You will not be getting' this back until you 'ell me where ya got such a treasure." With that he released her, pushing her back onto the bed.
"My father gave it to me," Cat growled, straightening.
"Your father," Jack echoed with amusement, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"Yes, my father."
"And 'ere did your father acquire such a pretty little treasure, eh?"
"It's been in my family for generations, passed down from father to son."
"Passed on fer generations, you say?" He gestured wildly as he spoke, shooting glances at her to emphasize each of his words. "'ell I know for a fact, luv, that that medallion had been in my family fer generations until some strumpet like yourself stole it from me father. You wouldn' 'appen to be 'at strumpet, would ya?"
Cat shook her head wildly. Jack smiled, internally pleased that she was falling for his ploy.
"She looked jus' like ya, long fiery 'air, mischievous blue eyes. Do you know what the punishment 'or stealin' another man's treasure on the Pearl is, luv? Death." He moved to unsheathe his sword, but Cat put a single hand up to stop him.
"Wait! It couldn't possibly have been me."
"'ell why not?"
"Because I'm-" Cat stopped. It even sounded crazy to her, "from the future."
"You're what, luv?" his tone grew more impatient.
"From the future." Cat's meek response could hardly be heard. Jack became angry almost instantly. She may have know that he had been leading her to admittance, but she had no right to carry on this façade any longer.
"Aye luv, aye. Do you know what the punishment 'or lying is?" Cat opened her mouth to answer, but in one fluid motion Jack had unsheathed his sword. The tip came to rest only inches from her nose.
"I didn' expect ya to. You're ta scrub the decks an' 'elp the crew wit' anythin' they ask of ya, savvy? Now get dressed an' meet me on the deck." He strode to the door, turning to face her once again,
"An' if ya 'ave any objections you'll be swimmin' wit' the fishes, and I won't be savin' ya this time, savvy?"
* * *
Another one of Cat's tears dripped down upon the Black Pearl's deck. With the brush that she held in her hand, she wiped it away, leaving only a gleaming spot of wood in its place. She stopped for a moment, massaging the pain out of her sore wrists. Since earlier that morning, she had been scrubbing every surface of the ship, and helping the crew with the masts. Her memory was haunted with each appraising glance that she had received from them. Her tears quickly turned to anger as a vision of Jack's face entered her mind. He had taken her only link to her old life, the medallion, insisting that it was his to hold, to possess.
A pair of worn, rugged boots appeared in front of her, pulling her out of her reverie.
"Why did ya stop scrubbing, lass?" Jack's voice carried an undertone of irritation.
"I'm finished." Cat raised her eyes to him as he held out a hand in offer to help her up. She ignored the hand, raising herself from the deck, depositing the brush and bucket in a corner of the ship. Jack waited expectantly beside her as she wiped a last stray tear from her cheek.
"Come, come, now, we don' 'ave all day. I wan' a speak to ya in me cabin."
The cabin seemed surprisingly comfortable after a full day of work. Shadows created by candlelight danced across the walls of the cabin crating an almost majestic effect. Cat settled herself uneasily on the bed, watching Jack curiously as he rummaged through a trunk at the end of the bed. He held up a bottle of amber liquid, triumphantly. Uncorking it, he held it to his lips, taking a long sip.
"Ah, me best rum. Only 'or special occasions," he announced, winking. Jack pushed the bottle into Cat's hands, urging her to take a sip.
"Come on luv, take a little sip. Takes all yer problems 'way!" Cat raised the bottle to her lips, sipping cautiously. The rum burned her throat and filled her with an unnatural warm sensation. Several sips later she felt herself relax.
"You're right Jack, I feel so much better!" she let out a stream of giggles leaning toward him.
"I've never had rum before."
"Never 'ad rum! 'ow do ya 'ave fun?"
"I don't know Jack, no one's ever cared enough to ask me that question. You're the only one I've really ever felt safe with, the only one who has every really cared about me." As she spoke, she leaned closer, finally meeting his lips. She locked him in a passionate kiss, one that he couldn't bring himself to resist, though he knew it was wrong. He pulled away after a minute.
"I think ye've 'ad enough, luv," he stated, snatching the bottle form her hand.
"Hey!" She dove toward him; quickly finding herself sprawled out on the cold wooden floor. He picked her up, placing her softly into the bed. As he leaned down to pull the blankets around her, she brought him in for another kiss. She pulled him into the bed next to her, and he did not resist. She wondered briefly if it was the rum that filled her with a sudden warmth that spread to every inch of her body.
He caressed her cheek softly as his tongue explored her mouth, a feeling of uncertainty suddenly coming over him. He broke off their kiss, breathless. Rolling away, she took him in, studying his features.
"I love you Jack," she smiled slowly, laying her head on one of his pillows.
"Goodnight," she yawed, closing her eyes, the smile still etched into her features. Almost instantly she was asleep, snoring softly.
He pulled her close, kissing her cheek gently.
"I love ye too."
Chapter 7: Not Rightfully Yours Jack's POV * * *
I watched the Kitty as she slept. Fear 'aunts 'er delicate frame even now as she struggles violently in 'er sleep. As Anamaria bandaged 'er now infected wounds, 'Stupid girl,' I studied the medallion closely. This was me father's medallion, but 'ow did she get it? It was supposed to be mine, but me father delivered it 'to the 'ands of another, to a woman 'e loved. Her signature is on the back with me father's, but I can't make it out. It was forged quickly wit' a common knife.
Out of the corner of me eye I could 'ee Cat jerk violently under Anamaria's touch. I an attempt to calm the lass I tucked a single strand of fiery 'air behind 'er ear, and caressed 'er 'orehead gently, wiping away the beads of sweat that remained 'ere. I let me finger trace over the slight patter of freckles on the bridge of 'er nose.
She was such a beautiful little creature. She was not like the other 'omen that I 'ad relations wit'. She made me feel somethin' 'at I 'ad not 'elt in many years. I was angry and confused 'at a simple lass 'ould make me feel this way.
I got up from the bed, 'aking 'er medallion wit' me. I rubbed me thumb over the mysterious signature. Me father 'ad denied me the medallion for a stupid witch 'ho seduced 'im an' left 'im 'eartbroken to wander the sea 'opeless until 'is death.
I slipped the medallion into the leather pouch on me 'ip. She wasn' getting' it back until she answered some of me questions. Before I left me cabin, I looked back at the lass on the bed wondein' why it was me such luck to come upon 'er in the ocean.
* * *
A strong odor of rum and sea air invaded her senses as she woke.
"Good mornin' Cat, me luv!" Reluctantly, Cat opened her eyes, groaning at the sight in front of her. Jack stood over her with a silver tray in his hands. He set the tray down on the end table as Cat groaned - more loudly this time - and rolled away from Jack, pulling the sheets above her head.
"Go away!" Cat's muffled yell could hardly be heard under the heavy sheets.
"Now, now, luv," Jack pulled the sheets away from her head, "I brought you breakfast and some of Anamaria's clothes 'or ya to wear. You other's are a bloody mess I 'spect." When Cat made no move to untangle herself from the blankets, Jack inched closer to the bed. Quickly, Jack pulled the off of Cat, revealing that she had buried her head deep into one of his pillows.
Jack sat down beside her on the bed. He began to gently and steadily rub her back in an attempt to coax her from the bed. His fingers melted all of the tension, fear, and worry that had plagued her for the last few days. She relaxed under his touch, and made no move to push him away.
"Remember what I said yesterday, Kitty me luv." Swiftly, she turned, bringing a hand up to slap him, but her wrist just inches away from his face and squeezed it gently.
"I wouldn' be doin' 'at, luv." Cat stopped suddenly, noticing the absence of the familiar swinging sensation of her medallion against her chest. She looked sown, clawing frantically at the place on her chest where the medallion usually hung. Her eyes rose slowly to meet Jack's. He gave her a slow smile.
"CAPTAIN SPARROW!" Cat yelled, "WHERE IS MY MEDALLION?" The expression on the Captain's face never wavered. Slowly, he undid the leather pouch at his side, taking the medallion out from its hiding place, and swung it in front of her, teasingly.
"You mean this, luv?" His expression was one of pure innocence. Cat lunged at him, reaching desperately for the medallion. This time Jack caught both of her wrists in his hands.
"You will not be getting' this back until you 'ell me where ya got such a treasure." With that he released her, pushing her back onto the bed.
"My father gave it to me," Cat growled, straightening.
"Your father," Jack echoed with amusement, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"Yes, my father."
"And 'ere did your father acquire such a pretty little treasure, eh?"
"It's been in my family for generations, passed down from father to son."
"Passed on fer generations, you say?" He gestured wildly as he spoke, shooting glances at her to emphasize each of his words. "'ell I know for a fact, luv, that that medallion had been in my family fer generations until some strumpet like yourself stole it from me father. You wouldn' 'appen to be 'at strumpet, would ya?"
Cat shook her head wildly. Jack smiled, internally pleased that she was falling for his ploy.
"She looked jus' like ya, long fiery 'air, mischievous blue eyes. Do you know what the punishment 'or stealin' another man's treasure on the Pearl is, luv? Death." He moved to unsheathe his sword, but Cat put a single hand up to stop him.
"Wait! It couldn't possibly have been me."
"'ell why not?"
"Because I'm-" Cat stopped. It even sounded crazy to her, "from the future."
"You're what, luv?" his tone grew more impatient.
"From the future." Cat's meek response could hardly be heard. Jack became angry almost instantly. She may have know that he had been leading her to admittance, but she had no right to carry on this façade any longer.
"Aye luv, aye. Do you know what the punishment 'or lying is?" Cat opened her mouth to answer, but in one fluid motion Jack had unsheathed his sword. The tip came to rest only inches from her nose.
"I didn' expect ya to. You're ta scrub the decks an' 'elp the crew wit' anythin' they ask of ya, savvy? Now get dressed an' meet me on the deck." He strode to the door, turning to face her once again,
"An' if ya 'ave any objections you'll be swimmin' wit' the fishes, and I won't be savin' ya this time, savvy?"
* * *
Another one of Cat's tears dripped down upon the Black Pearl's deck. With the brush that she held in her hand, she wiped it away, leaving only a gleaming spot of wood in its place. She stopped for a moment, massaging the pain out of her sore wrists. Since earlier that morning, she had been scrubbing every surface of the ship, and helping the crew with the masts. Her memory was haunted with each appraising glance that she had received from them. Her tears quickly turned to anger as a vision of Jack's face entered her mind. He had taken her only link to her old life, the medallion, insisting that it was his to hold, to possess.
A pair of worn, rugged boots appeared in front of her, pulling her out of her reverie.
"Why did ya stop scrubbing, lass?" Jack's voice carried an undertone of irritation.
"I'm finished." Cat raised her eyes to him as he held out a hand in offer to help her up. She ignored the hand, raising herself from the deck, depositing the brush and bucket in a corner of the ship. Jack waited expectantly beside her as she wiped a last stray tear from her cheek.
"Come, come, now, we don' 'ave all day. I wan' a speak to ya in me cabin."
The cabin seemed surprisingly comfortable after a full day of work. Shadows created by candlelight danced across the walls of the cabin crating an almost majestic effect. Cat settled herself uneasily on the bed, watching Jack curiously as he rummaged through a trunk at the end of the bed. He held up a bottle of amber liquid, triumphantly. Uncorking it, he held it to his lips, taking a long sip.
"Ah, me best rum. Only 'or special occasions," he announced, winking. Jack pushed the bottle into Cat's hands, urging her to take a sip.
"Come on luv, take a little sip. Takes all yer problems 'way!" Cat raised the bottle to her lips, sipping cautiously. The rum burned her throat and filled her with an unnatural warm sensation. Several sips later she felt herself relax.
"You're right Jack, I feel so much better!" she let out a stream of giggles leaning toward him.
"I've never had rum before."
"Never 'ad rum! 'ow do ya 'ave fun?"
"I don't know Jack, no one's ever cared enough to ask me that question. You're the only one I've really ever felt safe with, the only one who has every really cared about me." As she spoke, she leaned closer, finally meeting his lips. She locked him in a passionate kiss, one that he couldn't bring himself to resist, though he knew it was wrong. He pulled away after a minute.
"I think ye've 'ad enough, luv," he stated, snatching the bottle form her hand.
"Hey!" She dove toward him; quickly finding herself sprawled out on the cold wooden floor. He picked her up, placing her softly into the bed. As he leaned down to pull the blankets around her, she brought him in for another kiss. She pulled him into the bed next to her, and he did not resist. She wondered briefly if it was the rum that filled her with a sudden warmth that spread to every inch of her body.
He caressed her cheek softly as his tongue explored her mouth, a feeling of uncertainty suddenly coming over him. He broke off their kiss, breathless. Rolling away, she took him in, studying his features.
"I love you Jack," she smiled slowly, laying her head on one of his pillows.
"Goodnight," she yawed, closing her eyes, the smile still etched into her features. Almost instantly she was asleep, snoring softly.
He pulled her close, kissing her cheek gently.
"I love ye too."