Disclaimer: I added this to chapter two, but it never showed up! Urgh,
anyway, I don't own POTC, you don't sue me, get it?
Chapter 3-Work
I started doing my duties, judging by the sun, at around 5 in the morning. I finished by 6.
"Now what can I do, Jack?"
He looked at me baffled. "That only took you an hour?!"
I smiled and shook my head. "Pirate." I reminded him.
"Fine, lass, I'm moving ye up to a more challenging task. The rudder is coming loose and we're throwing down the anchor in a good half hour once we reach Tortuga. So, with that said, once anchors down, refasten the rudder."
"Ok!"
Once the anchor was down, it took me a matter of 5 minutes to refasten the rudder. Jack, scratching his head, was beyond confused.
I looked at him and smiled.
He moaned. "Lass, go and steal a loaf of bread. You're makin' me angry!"
I went down to a store and came back empty-handed.
Jack laughed at me. "Well, where is it, lass? Too scared to steal?"
I, however, wasn't amused. I opened my jacket and pulled out of the side pocket a large loaf of bread.
"IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!" Jack yelled.
"Not probable, actually." I smirked. (A/N: Can u guess where I got that from?)
"Lass," He said, grabbing the bread from my small hands, "Get down to your cabin and remain there for the rest of the day unless I tell ye otherwise."
I turned on my heel and marched down to my quarters. Sooner or later he'd have to come down there; he did sleep down there, after all. It was understandable why he was angry; he probably didn't know too many female pirates that could do the same things as him.
But I laid down there all night, waiting for the pirate captain to show up. I kept assuring myself that he would come down and call me for dinner or something. He didn't. It wasn't until around midnight that he came in.
I was shaking from cramping and hunger. "Why didn't you come down?" My voice was quivering.
"I did, lass. I'm here now, aren't I?"
"You never called me for dinner."
"You deserve it for showing me up." He said, his back towards me. He was cleaning the lens on his spyglass.
"I never showed you up; I was only proving that I can do anything you can."
"Well, a good job you did, aye?" Jack said, his eyes like daggers. Turning around again, he continued. "Girls aren't supposed to be pirates."
"What about Anamaria?" I asked. "She's on this ship too!"
"Only because I'm in debt to her! You are a hostage, there's a difference."
"I'm not a hostage! You promised me a part on this crew and here I am!"
"Think again, lass. You are only part of this crew until your original crew comes back for ye."
My mouth went agape and the blood went from my face. "You're sending me back?"
"Ye got that right, love."
"I told you not to call me that!"
"Too bad, love. My ship, my rules."
"What about the pirate's code? Any man who gets left behind, stays behind."
"Think about what ye just said lass. Any man who gets left behind. Last time I looked at ye, ye we were a woman." He said with another smirk.
"What happened to you?!"
"I got shown up by a scrawny pirate girl!" With that, he left and slammed the door.
Tears came from my eyes and crawled down my face. I had never cried before; at least I don't remember crying. I considered those who cried babies. But the sobs in my throat were painful and I couldn't breath. Jack changed. And he really scared me.
Getting up from my cabin with a new confidence, I was about to try a new technique. If Mr. Sparrow doesn't like it when I work, he won't get work out of me. At all.
I went up to the upper deck and saw Jack running around frantically.
"There's a storm a brewin', young missy! Help!"
"What can I do about it? I'm just a dumb woman." I said, no smile, no emotion, nothing. I was leaning up against the rail again, not caring if I went overboard or not.
Jack was frustrated and furious, but he had it coming to him.
"Listen, lass.I'm.I'm." He was obviously having trouble with this.
"Stupid? An asshole? Sorry?" I provided for him.
He moaned. "THE THIRD ONE!"
"No, I think it was all of the above." I said, smiling.
"JUST HELP, WOULD YE!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. Seeing he wasn't kidding, I prepared for the storm of our lives.
Chapter 3-Work
I started doing my duties, judging by the sun, at around 5 in the morning. I finished by 6.
"Now what can I do, Jack?"
He looked at me baffled. "That only took you an hour?!"
I smiled and shook my head. "Pirate." I reminded him.
"Fine, lass, I'm moving ye up to a more challenging task. The rudder is coming loose and we're throwing down the anchor in a good half hour once we reach Tortuga. So, with that said, once anchors down, refasten the rudder."
"Ok!"
Once the anchor was down, it took me a matter of 5 minutes to refasten the rudder. Jack, scratching his head, was beyond confused.
I looked at him and smiled.
He moaned. "Lass, go and steal a loaf of bread. You're makin' me angry!"
I went down to a store and came back empty-handed.
Jack laughed at me. "Well, where is it, lass? Too scared to steal?"
I, however, wasn't amused. I opened my jacket and pulled out of the side pocket a large loaf of bread.
"IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!" Jack yelled.
"Not probable, actually." I smirked. (A/N: Can u guess where I got that from?)
"Lass," He said, grabbing the bread from my small hands, "Get down to your cabin and remain there for the rest of the day unless I tell ye otherwise."
I turned on my heel and marched down to my quarters. Sooner or later he'd have to come down there; he did sleep down there, after all. It was understandable why he was angry; he probably didn't know too many female pirates that could do the same things as him.
But I laid down there all night, waiting for the pirate captain to show up. I kept assuring myself that he would come down and call me for dinner or something. He didn't. It wasn't until around midnight that he came in.
I was shaking from cramping and hunger. "Why didn't you come down?" My voice was quivering.
"I did, lass. I'm here now, aren't I?"
"You never called me for dinner."
"You deserve it for showing me up." He said, his back towards me. He was cleaning the lens on his spyglass.
"I never showed you up; I was only proving that I can do anything you can."
"Well, a good job you did, aye?" Jack said, his eyes like daggers. Turning around again, he continued. "Girls aren't supposed to be pirates."
"What about Anamaria?" I asked. "She's on this ship too!"
"Only because I'm in debt to her! You are a hostage, there's a difference."
"I'm not a hostage! You promised me a part on this crew and here I am!"
"Think again, lass. You are only part of this crew until your original crew comes back for ye."
My mouth went agape and the blood went from my face. "You're sending me back?"
"Ye got that right, love."
"I told you not to call me that!"
"Too bad, love. My ship, my rules."
"What about the pirate's code? Any man who gets left behind, stays behind."
"Think about what ye just said lass. Any man who gets left behind. Last time I looked at ye, ye we were a woman." He said with another smirk.
"What happened to you?!"
"I got shown up by a scrawny pirate girl!" With that, he left and slammed the door.
Tears came from my eyes and crawled down my face. I had never cried before; at least I don't remember crying. I considered those who cried babies. But the sobs in my throat were painful and I couldn't breath. Jack changed. And he really scared me.
Getting up from my cabin with a new confidence, I was about to try a new technique. If Mr. Sparrow doesn't like it when I work, he won't get work out of me. At all.
I went up to the upper deck and saw Jack running around frantically.
"There's a storm a brewin', young missy! Help!"
"What can I do about it? I'm just a dumb woman." I said, no smile, no emotion, nothing. I was leaning up against the rail again, not caring if I went overboard or not.
Jack was frustrated and furious, but he had it coming to him.
"Listen, lass.I'm.I'm." He was obviously having trouble with this.
"Stupid? An asshole? Sorry?" I provided for him.
He moaned. "THE THIRD ONE!"
"No, I think it was all of the above." I said, smiling.
"JUST HELP, WOULD YE!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. Seeing he wasn't kidding, I prepared for the storm of our lives.