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Chapter 2 Conversations Over Soup
Jack groaned loudly as he opened his eyes slowly, painfully. His head was throbbing, making it feel as though he'd been whacked with an oar by a whelp again. Painfully, groggily, he sat himself up in bed, noticing vaguely that this small, shabby bed was not his.
"But," he thought, smiling to himself as he stretched his arms, "that's not unusual for Captain Jac-OUCH!"
Jack jumped in pain, clutching at his right arm, which he now noticed was bandaged and in a roughly tied sling.
"What the-"
The door to the small room opened, and a woman of about twenty-two came in carrying a small loaf of bread and some soup in a chipped bowl. And, even though he was in intense pain, Jack's manly self couldn't help noticing that she was extremely pretty, not to mention she had perfect-sized..Jack grinned.
"Oh, good!" The woman said. "You're awake. I brought you some bread and soup." She held up the bowl and loaf, and walked to the bed. "How's your arm? Does it hurt? What am I saying? Of course it hurts. You sprained it. Well, at least that's what Mr. Parker said. Mr. Parker's a doctor that lives down the hall. He says you'll need to wear that sling for a few days. And if you-"
She cut off, smiling and blushing. "You'll have to forgive me," she said, putting her bundle on the small table next to Jack and looking at her hands as they twisted in her lap. "I talk too much when I'm nervous."
"Not a problem, luv," Jack replied, smiling in return. "You helped me out, let me stay in your room, and it seems as though you've just brought me breakfast, or," he looked out the window at the sun. "Lunch, rather. Anyway, feel free to talk all you want."
* * *
Tara blushed again. What was she doing? If she didn't stop blushing and fidgeting, this man was going to think she was spastic. She paused to collect herself, and then said "Don't worry about your clothes. I swear I wasn't in here when Mr. Parker undressed you. I wouldn't do that." And why was she being so sincere? If she didn't have the tiny bit of reformity that she actually possessed, she would have ripped his clothes off with her teeth. Damn, he was gorgeous.
The man lifted the blanket and looked underneath, no doubt seeing that he was just wearing underwear.
"Strange," he said. "I hadn't even noticed. So, luv, you got a name?"
"Tara," she said, now suddenly tense. "Just Tara. And you are?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow, milady," he replied, sitting up straighter and doing a sort of half-bow in the bed.
Tara went and pulled a chair next to the bed. She could feel Jack's eyes on her. "Probably on my ass," she thought. Though, she couldn't help thinking that if it had to be done, it was at least by someone as beautiful and seemingly kind as this man. She sat in the chair and put her hands in her lap.
"Mr. Sparrow," she started, but Jack cut in.
"Jack'l do, luv. Don't go bein' politically correct, or my head'l start spinnin'"
"Alright, Jack," Tara said, resisting the urge to smile and determinately continuing. I've been thinking. I noticed by your apparel that you're a pirate, and therefore probably don't live here or, in that case, have a place to stay."
When Jack didn't say anything, she plunged on: "So, I thought that, if you wanted to, you could stay here with me while your arm heals. I mean," she watched him clumsily feed himself soup left-handedly. "It'll take time to learn to do things with your other hand, and I can help if you want."
Jack put down his spoon and didn't say anything for a moment. He seemed to be considering.
"As long as you don't feel upset having a man in your room, luv, it sounds great to me."
Tara started to say that having men in her room wasn't anything out of the ordinary for her, but stopped before she had really started. For some reason, she rather wanted to keep the fact that she was a prostitute a secret. This was probably the only man around that didn't start off a conversation with a money offer. She thought for a moment.
"Sounds great," she said.
"But don't worry luv," Jack said, now replacing the bread and soup back on the table. "You can have your bed. I'll take the floor."
"Deal."
"Well," Jack said, taking off the blanket and starting to get up (Tara spun around so as not to see him). "I'm parched. Will you accompany me to the closest bottle of rum?"
Back still to him, Tara smiled once more. "There's a bar down the street. And yes, I'll come with you." ~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~
Well, there's chapter 2! I hope you like it. Like I said, please review and let me know what you think.
Chapter 2 Conversations Over Soup
Jack groaned loudly as he opened his eyes slowly, painfully. His head was throbbing, making it feel as though he'd been whacked with an oar by a whelp again. Painfully, groggily, he sat himself up in bed, noticing vaguely that this small, shabby bed was not his.
"But," he thought, smiling to himself as he stretched his arms, "that's not unusual for Captain Jac-OUCH!"
Jack jumped in pain, clutching at his right arm, which he now noticed was bandaged and in a roughly tied sling.
"What the-"
The door to the small room opened, and a woman of about twenty-two came in carrying a small loaf of bread and some soup in a chipped bowl. And, even though he was in intense pain, Jack's manly self couldn't help noticing that she was extremely pretty, not to mention she had perfect-sized..Jack grinned.
"Oh, good!" The woman said. "You're awake. I brought you some bread and soup." She held up the bowl and loaf, and walked to the bed. "How's your arm? Does it hurt? What am I saying? Of course it hurts. You sprained it. Well, at least that's what Mr. Parker said. Mr. Parker's a doctor that lives down the hall. He says you'll need to wear that sling for a few days. And if you-"
She cut off, smiling and blushing. "You'll have to forgive me," she said, putting her bundle on the small table next to Jack and looking at her hands as they twisted in her lap. "I talk too much when I'm nervous."
"Not a problem, luv," Jack replied, smiling in return. "You helped me out, let me stay in your room, and it seems as though you've just brought me breakfast, or," he looked out the window at the sun. "Lunch, rather. Anyway, feel free to talk all you want."
* * *
Tara blushed again. What was she doing? If she didn't stop blushing and fidgeting, this man was going to think she was spastic. She paused to collect herself, and then said "Don't worry about your clothes. I swear I wasn't in here when Mr. Parker undressed you. I wouldn't do that." And why was she being so sincere? If she didn't have the tiny bit of reformity that she actually possessed, she would have ripped his clothes off with her teeth. Damn, he was gorgeous.
The man lifted the blanket and looked underneath, no doubt seeing that he was just wearing underwear.
"Strange," he said. "I hadn't even noticed. So, luv, you got a name?"
"Tara," she said, now suddenly tense. "Just Tara. And you are?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow, milady," he replied, sitting up straighter and doing a sort of half-bow in the bed.
Tara went and pulled a chair next to the bed. She could feel Jack's eyes on her. "Probably on my ass," she thought. Though, she couldn't help thinking that if it had to be done, it was at least by someone as beautiful and seemingly kind as this man. She sat in the chair and put her hands in her lap.
"Mr. Sparrow," she started, but Jack cut in.
"Jack'l do, luv. Don't go bein' politically correct, or my head'l start spinnin'"
"Alright, Jack," Tara said, resisting the urge to smile and determinately continuing. I've been thinking. I noticed by your apparel that you're a pirate, and therefore probably don't live here or, in that case, have a place to stay."
When Jack didn't say anything, she plunged on: "So, I thought that, if you wanted to, you could stay here with me while your arm heals. I mean," she watched him clumsily feed himself soup left-handedly. "It'll take time to learn to do things with your other hand, and I can help if you want."
Jack put down his spoon and didn't say anything for a moment. He seemed to be considering.
"As long as you don't feel upset having a man in your room, luv, it sounds great to me."
Tara started to say that having men in her room wasn't anything out of the ordinary for her, but stopped before she had really started. For some reason, she rather wanted to keep the fact that she was a prostitute a secret. This was probably the only man around that didn't start off a conversation with a money offer. She thought for a moment.
"Sounds great," she said.
"But don't worry luv," Jack said, now replacing the bread and soup back on the table. "You can have your bed. I'll take the floor."
"Deal."
"Well," Jack said, taking off the blanket and starting to get up (Tara spun around so as not to see him). "I'm parched. Will you accompany me to the closest bottle of rum?"
Back still to him, Tara smiled once more. "There's a bar down the street. And yes, I'll come with you." ~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~
Well, there's chapter 2! I hope you like it. Like I said, please review and let me know what you think.