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Also, in this chapter, when Jack says something like 'lo-urgh.', remember, he's concentrating on not calling her love, savvy?
Chapter two-An improvement in ships
"So, lo.erm.what's your name?"
"Juniper.Juniper Skylark."
"Hmmm." He thought for a minute before responding. "Your father wouldn't happen to be Jim Skylark, would he?"
Slowly thinking whether I should answer him correctly or not, I decided why not and told him. "That's true.you knew him, I'm assuming?"
"Course I knew him! One of the best pirates that ever sailed the seven seas! He told me he had a daughter, you were ten when I knew him, I was twenty at the time. That was when I just became first mate on the Silver Manatee."
"Is that so?" I answered, in deep thought. Why hadn't my father introduced me to this man before?
"Yes. Anyway, lo-urgh, Juniper, here is your cabin."
Looking around mesmerized, I noticed how big it was. It was the size of our old galley which had room for all the pots and pans and the ovens, etc.
"This is amazing! And it's mine?"
"Well, one problem there. There weren't enough cabins, so ye'll be sharing with meself. Is this alright with ye?"
I was amazed. I had to share a room with him? This is impossible.
"Well, I need a place to sleep. But let me tell you this now, I'll be sleeping on the opposite side of the room with a dagger tied tightly to my calf and I won't be afraid to use it, ye savvy?" I answered him, my eyes as cold as ice.
"Makes sense. You're the first lass for a while who didn't want to sleep with me."
"Amazing, isn't it? Yes, well there's a first time for everything."
"Hmm.yes, I suppose there is. Well, lass, I can call you lass, can't I?"
"I don't see why not."
"Ok, lass, your blankets are over there along with pillows and other necessities. Anything else ye need, ye can ask me or go out and find it yourself. Also, ye clean up after yourself, I am not your maid, ye savvy?"
"Savvy."
"Also, lass, if ye have a drinking problem, I suggest ye find your own rum, because you're not getting it from me."
"What if I have a wound? How will I clean it?"
"That, lass, is the only time ye will get rum out of me. Otherwise, find your own." And with that, he turned on his heel and left the room, probably going to the helm. I looked around the room. It was a huge improvement of my last ship; my last cabin was damp and cold at night, with no room to even move. We didn't have blankets or pillows; heck, it was amazing to have a cot to sleep on. This one had room in it, even if I was sharing it with someone else.
I couldn't say I was happy sharing a cabin with Jack, but beggars can't be choosers. I do admit, he was handsome, but I couldn't fall in love with someone like that. Not after all I heard he had done to women. I especially couldn't stand to be with anyone who had purchased even one woman before. And believe me, I've heard of him seducing woman, and if he even tried, I swear I would leave the room.
Wrapping a blanket around my shoulders, I walked up to the upper deck where Jack and the crew were. I walked to the edge and hung over the rail, like I had done that morning. I felt a hand on my shoulder and quickly spun around, looking the person in the eye.
"You don't want to be doing that, mate." Jack said.
"No, I really think I do."
"Oh no ye don't!"
With that he yanked me from around the waist so I was standing on the deck.
"Why can't I?!"
"Because, young missy," He started, and in my head I was wondering when people were going to stop calling me that. "You go overboard, I have nothing to haggle with, ye savvy?"
"Your problem, not mine." With that, I jumped onto the railing again.
"I grew up on a pirate ship, Sparrow. You of all people should know that I am well adapted with sea legs."
He moaned. "Just go and eat dinner. We can't have ye starving here."
"Fine."
"And by the way!" He shouted over his shoulder as I sauntered past. "It's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow!"
"Right."
A younger pirate with shoulder length brown hair tied back walked up to Jack and patted him on the back.
"According to Gibbs, it's bad luck to have a woman on board. And I think she proved that point."
"Shut up, Turner. Get back to work!"
The Turner kid laughed and did as was told.
Anyway, I went down to the galley and walked straight up to the chef. He was a young man with brown hair and brown eyes.
"'Ello there, miss! What would ye like?"
"I have a choice?"
"Well, there's fish, meat, soup.that's about it. Ye can have bread as well, miss."
"Wow.ok.fish it is then, and bread, please." I asked, not forgetting my manners.
There was a short silence which the chef soon interrupted. "So, ye must be the hostage that Captain Sparrow brought on."
"I'm not a hostage, I am now part of this crew, thank you." I answered.
"'S that so?! Well, welcome then. My name is John. As you can see, I'm the chef."
"I'm Juniper Skylark."
"Wait a bloody minute. You wouldn't happen to be the daughter of Jim Skylark, would ye?"
"The one and only."
"Oh my goodness!" With that, he took a knee and bowed his head. "It's an honor meetin' ye, miss." Then he got back up, took my hand and kissed it.
"No need to be formal, mate. I'm a pirate, just like yeself."
"That's very kind of ye, miss."
I waited for him to finish cooking, and then ate the food greedily seeing as I ate nothing that day. When I finished, I thanked John and reverted back to the deck again.
I looked hard, but couldn't see Jack anywhere. I stood there for literally 10 minutes before someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"Ye lost, lass?" He said as I stared deep into the eyes of Jack Sparrow.
"I was looking for you. I need work to do."
"NEED work? I never heard someone say they, 'needed work.' Just take the day off, lass. I'm takin' a likin' to ye." He winked and walked off.
Taking a liking to me? What's that supposed to mean? I ignored the comment and went to my cabin. Reaching into my coat pocket, I pulled out a small journal and a pen. I was addicted to writing and did almost every day; in fact, every time I got a chance to write, that's what I was doing.
Entering the date, I began my first entry upon the beloved Black Pearl.
Dear Log,
Remember my dream of sailing along side Captain Jack Sparrow? Well, my dream came true and I'm not quite sure if I want it anymore.
Captain Jack is an interesting man, but all in all, I get a little frightened when I'm around him. I won't show it of course, but he does make me nervous. I've heard of what he does to women; buying them to have fun for one night, then leaving them a tip before deporting to his beloved sea the next day. It sickens me.
I met his cook as well, who was as polite as can be. The food here was excellent as is the size of the cabin. Only.I have to share my cabin with Jack Sparrow. I know I used to write in here begging for the chance of that, but now my dreams have definitely left.
"Lass?"
I looked up and quickly shut the book I was writing in.
"Yes, Jack?"
"Are ye hungry?" He said, slowly walking in.
"No, I just ate."
"Oh, alright then. I'd like ye to know what I expect of ye to do tomorrow."
"Then sit and explain." Jack sat down and leaned forward in the chair.
"Ok, the decks need a good swabbing and the ladders up to the crows nest are comin' loose." He smiled and sat back in his chair again.
I stared at him with my mouth agape.
"And?"
"And what?"
"There must be something else!"
"You actually want work? Lass, ye frighten me."
"I may be a woman, Sparrow, but I like to work, and I don't mean cleaning all day and tying ropes."
"Fine then, I'll think about what else needs to be done."
He left after that, leaving the door ajar. I opened my journal and started again.
Jack also doesn't think a woman can do anything a man can. Well, Mr. Sparrow, I'll show you tomorrow!
Also, in this chapter, when Jack says something like 'lo-urgh.', remember, he's concentrating on not calling her love, savvy?
Chapter two-An improvement in ships
"So, lo.erm.what's your name?"
"Juniper.Juniper Skylark."
"Hmmm." He thought for a minute before responding. "Your father wouldn't happen to be Jim Skylark, would he?"
Slowly thinking whether I should answer him correctly or not, I decided why not and told him. "That's true.you knew him, I'm assuming?"
"Course I knew him! One of the best pirates that ever sailed the seven seas! He told me he had a daughter, you were ten when I knew him, I was twenty at the time. That was when I just became first mate on the Silver Manatee."
"Is that so?" I answered, in deep thought. Why hadn't my father introduced me to this man before?
"Yes. Anyway, lo-urgh, Juniper, here is your cabin."
Looking around mesmerized, I noticed how big it was. It was the size of our old galley which had room for all the pots and pans and the ovens, etc.
"This is amazing! And it's mine?"
"Well, one problem there. There weren't enough cabins, so ye'll be sharing with meself. Is this alright with ye?"
I was amazed. I had to share a room with him? This is impossible.
"Well, I need a place to sleep. But let me tell you this now, I'll be sleeping on the opposite side of the room with a dagger tied tightly to my calf and I won't be afraid to use it, ye savvy?" I answered him, my eyes as cold as ice.
"Makes sense. You're the first lass for a while who didn't want to sleep with me."
"Amazing, isn't it? Yes, well there's a first time for everything."
"Hmm.yes, I suppose there is. Well, lass, I can call you lass, can't I?"
"I don't see why not."
"Ok, lass, your blankets are over there along with pillows and other necessities. Anything else ye need, ye can ask me or go out and find it yourself. Also, ye clean up after yourself, I am not your maid, ye savvy?"
"Savvy."
"Also, lass, if ye have a drinking problem, I suggest ye find your own rum, because you're not getting it from me."
"What if I have a wound? How will I clean it?"
"That, lass, is the only time ye will get rum out of me. Otherwise, find your own." And with that, he turned on his heel and left the room, probably going to the helm. I looked around the room. It was a huge improvement of my last ship; my last cabin was damp and cold at night, with no room to even move. We didn't have blankets or pillows; heck, it was amazing to have a cot to sleep on. This one had room in it, even if I was sharing it with someone else.
I couldn't say I was happy sharing a cabin with Jack, but beggars can't be choosers. I do admit, he was handsome, but I couldn't fall in love with someone like that. Not after all I heard he had done to women. I especially couldn't stand to be with anyone who had purchased even one woman before. And believe me, I've heard of him seducing woman, and if he even tried, I swear I would leave the room.
Wrapping a blanket around my shoulders, I walked up to the upper deck where Jack and the crew were. I walked to the edge and hung over the rail, like I had done that morning. I felt a hand on my shoulder and quickly spun around, looking the person in the eye.
"You don't want to be doing that, mate." Jack said.
"No, I really think I do."
"Oh no ye don't!"
With that he yanked me from around the waist so I was standing on the deck.
"Why can't I?!"
"Because, young missy," He started, and in my head I was wondering when people were going to stop calling me that. "You go overboard, I have nothing to haggle with, ye savvy?"
"Your problem, not mine." With that, I jumped onto the railing again.
"I grew up on a pirate ship, Sparrow. You of all people should know that I am well adapted with sea legs."
He moaned. "Just go and eat dinner. We can't have ye starving here."
"Fine."
"And by the way!" He shouted over his shoulder as I sauntered past. "It's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow!"
"Right."
A younger pirate with shoulder length brown hair tied back walked up to Jack and patted him on the back.
"According to Gibbs, it's bad luck to have a woman on board. And I think she proved that point."
"Shut up, Turner. Get back to work!"
The Turner kid laughed and did as was told.
Anyway, I went down to the galley and walked straight up to the chef. He was a young man with brown hair and brown eyes.
"'Ello there, miss! What would ye like?"
"I have a choice?"
"Well, there's fish, meat, soup.that's about it. Ye can have bread as well, miss."
"Wow.ok.fish it is then, and bread, please." I asked, not forgetting my manners.
There was a short silence which the chef soon interrupted. "So, ye must be the hostage that Captain Sparrow brought on."
"I'm not a hostage, I am now part of this crew, thank you." I answered.
"'S that so?! Well, welcome then. My name is John. As you can see, I'm the chef."
"I'm Juniper Skylark."
"Wait a bloody minute. You wouldn't happen to be the daughter of Jim Skylark, would ye?"
"The one and only."
"Oh my goodness!" With that, he took a knee and bowed his head. "It's an honor meetin' ye, miss." Then he got back up, took my hand and kissed it.
"No need to be formal, mate. I'm a pirate, just like yeself."
"That's very kind of ye, miss."
I waited for him to finish cooking, and then ate the food greedily seeing as I ate nothing that day. When I finished, I thanked John and reverted back to the deck again.
I looked hard, but couldn't see Jack anywhere. I stood there for literally 10 minutes before someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"Ye lost, lass?" He said as I stared deep into the eyes of Jack Sparrow.
"I was looking for you. I need work to do."
"NEED work? I never heard someone say they, 'needed work.' Just take the day off, lass. I'm takin' a likin' to ye." He winked and walked off.
Taking a liking to me? What's that supposed to mean? I ignored the comment and went to my cabin. Reaching into my coat pocket, I pulled out a small journal and a pen. I was addicted to writing and did almost every day; in fact, every time I got a chance to write, that's what I was doing.
Entering the date, I began my first entry upon the beloved Black Pearl.
Dear Log,
Remember my dream of sailing along side Captain Jack Sparrow? Well, my dream came true and I'm not quite sure if I want it anymore.
Captain Jack is an interesting man, but all in all, I get a little frightened when I'm around him. I won't show it of course, but he does make me nervous. I've heard of what he does to women; buying them to have fun for one night, then leaving them a tip before deporting to his beloved sea the next day. It sickens me.
I met his cook as well, who was as polite as can be. The food here was excellent as is the size of the cabin. Only.I have to share my cabin with Jack Sparrow. I know I used to write in here begging for the chance of that, but now my dreams have definitely left.
"Lass?"
I looked up and quickly shut the book I was writing in.
"Yes, Jack?"
"Are ye hungry?" He said, slowly walking in.
"No, I just ate."
"Oh, alright then. I'd like ye to know what I expect of ye to do tomorrow."
"Then sit and explain." Jack sat down and leaned forward in the chair.
"Ok, the decks need a good swabbing and the ladders up to the crows nest are comin' loose." He smiled and sat back in his chair again.
I stared at him with my mouth agape.
"And?"
"And what?"
"There must be something else!"
"You actually want work? Lass, ye frighten me."
"I may be a woman, Sparrow, but I like to work, and I don't mean cleaning all day and tying ropes."
"Fine then, I'll think about what else needs to be done."
He left after that, leaving the door ajar. I opened my journal and started again.
Jack also doesn't think a woman can do anything a man can. Well, Mr. Sparrow, I'll show you tomorrow!