Disclaimer: Check part one. It should be there.
A/N: If you're looking for the action/adventure aspect of this story, this chapter isn't it. It's more an argument than a chapter, but it explains a little of the odd relationship between Eitan, Sheridan, and Linda. It does have some information about the Shadow Cat though, if you're wondering.
Anything's Possible Part Three: Fight in the Brig
Eitan heard her sigh and pick up the bottle before he had even sat down in the grimy brig. After hearing another gasp of disgust - he guessed Sheridan had just received her first taste of rum - he heard the girl step directly behind him. "So, what's with all the theatrics?" She asked, her temper and voice even for once in the long time Eitan had known her. "You haven't acted this selfish since....since you met Linda." He could hear the dislike in her voice, and when he turned, the dark look on her face made it harder for him to actually be mad at her. But when his mind processed her words his temper quickly returned itself.
"They've taken Linda and all you can say is that I'm acting selfish? You're the one who..." He stopped himself, but Sheridan gave him the same look a wise old owl would give a mouse before it became supper. Looking into those eyes, Eitan's anger flared more than it had in years. "All you want to do is go home. Have you even thought about what would happen if we came home without Linda? We'd be accused of having something to do with it. If we say pirates from the fourteen-hundreds took her, they'll think we're crazy." The bottle in Sheridan's hand was shaking slightly as the normal anger settled into its rightful place on Sheridan's features.
"You think I want to go home?" She demanded, her voice harsh. When Eitan didn't answer, she continued, eyes flashing with some mixture of annoyance and restrained compassion that confused Eitan to no end. "Why would I want to go back to my home? I'd rather be out here, as far away from the death in my family and far away from Mr. Crow as humanly possible." She made a face. "And Linda can take care of herself. I don't care what happens to her."
Eitan gave her a look he hoped said everything in his mind, but when her eyes remained cold, he shook his head, the anger bubbling more and blinding his usually calm thoughts with the one thing that had been raking the back of him mind for nearly two years. "You're just jealous that I'm willing to go after her. You wouldn't understand until you love someone." He clamped his mouth shut, realizing what he had said a moment too late. Sheridan let the bottle drop to her side, making a dull smashing sound as it hit the shellacked pine. The anger in the face of the girl in front of him was what Eitan guessed Norrington had seen when Sheridan had finally pinned him after playing her mind games with the Commodore of the Royal Navy.
"I know exactly what love is like, Eitan Daniels, and I know it's not worth fighting for. You either lose it by death, or you lose it when the person you love turns their back on you." It was about this moment Eitan was glad Sheridan had seemed to forget that a broken bottle made almost as good a weapon as a sword. He was also - for a reason he couldn't understand other than he was afraid of being left in a room for too long with a sixteen-year-old girl who was not just willing but also able to kill him instantly in her rage - very thankful when Jack came down the steps, giving them both wary looks.
"I thought I heard something break," he surveyed the broken cordial next to Sheridan, the pieces and the pine soaking up the rum that was in it. "I was hoping my stock would be spared by you, Sheridan love." Sheridan turned dark, angry eyes onto the captain. Eitan took it as a good time to move into the shadows of the brig and as far away from Sheridan as he could manage without being back in the water. Jack caught the look Sheridan was sending him and shook his head. "You don't look much like a sparrow with that look about you," he smiled when she stopped, looking slightly flustered and confused, "you look more like a wild cat of some sort. And I thought two Sparrows were sailing together." The anger surrounding Sheridan was gone almost immediately, and Eitan wondered to himself how Jack had managed it. Jack moved to the side of the stairway, indicating the two children in front of him. "I'll have Gibbs clean this up," he promised, "now, you two should be back getting used to the smell o' salt air and the spray of the sea." The two did as they were told, although Eitan could feel the tension surrounding Sheridan as he walked next to her.
He was glad to be back near Will again on board, and practically glued himself to the side of the young blacksmith. "So, what was all that noise for?" Will asked. It was the first time it had occurred to Eitan that the reason Jack had come down to check on the two of them was because he could hear Sheridan and Eitan yelling at each other, not to mention the lovely sound of the bottle of rum breaking.
"You don't want to know." The two watched silently as Sheridan passed them without a glance in the direction of Eitan. "So," the younger male asked, eager to change the subject, "do we know anything about the Shadow Cat or the captain at least?" He looked pleadingly at Will, who gave the male a small smile.
"The captain's name is Bahari Mariel. He's African, and many people know of him in Tortuga."
"Tortuga..." Eitan looked up at Will. "Is that where we're headed?" When Will nodded, Eitan smiled, breathing a sigh of relief. "That's wonderful!" He went over to tell Sheridan the good news, but stopped when he remembered Sheridan's less than happy appearance when they had last talked. He moved around like a hurt bird as he thought of what to do. As he stood there twittering, words wafted over to him from Sheridan and Jack.
"Why were you so upset, love? The rum not settle with you?" He laughed, but Sheridan just sighed, throwing a piece of glass from her shoe into the sea. "Come on, you can tell me." The captain said, giving Sheridan a worried look. "We Sparrow's have got to stay together, you know. And we can't have bad feelings on this ship, since we've all got to work together so we can get to Tortuga, then to wherever Captain Mariel's bringing Eitan's bonny lass." Sheridan gave a low growl in her throat and angrily threw the last piece of glass into the glassy water. Eitan could see Jack smile again. "Ah, so that's it." The captain said, leaning closer to Sheridan. "You want to take the place of Linda."
"I did once." Sheridan said stiffly. Eitan blinked. He hadn't known Sheridan had liked him, he had always assumed she was just friends with him because he was David's brother. "I don't want to be in her place anymore. I just..." She cut herself off when she saw something in the distance, as did Eitan. "Is that...?" Sheridan looked up at Jack, who smiled lightly.
"That, love, would be Tortuga. We'll be docked before tomorrow's out." Eitan's heart leapt when he heard Jack, and he turned to see Will behind him.
"Tomorrow?" He asked, unsure.
"Tomorrow. And then we'll go find the young lady."
A/N: If you're looking for the action/adventure aspect of this story, this chapter isn't it. It's more an argument than a chapter, but it explains a little of the odd relationship between Eitan, Sheridan, and Linda. It does have some information about the Shadow Cat though, if you're wondering.
Anything's Possible Part Three: Fight in the Brig
Eitan heard her sigh and pick up the bottle before he had even sat down in the grimy brig. After hearing another gasp of disgust - he guessed Sheridan had just received her first taste of rum - he heard the girl step directly behind him. "So, what's with all the theatrics?" She asked, her temper and voice even for once in the long time Eitan had known her. "You haven't acted this selfish since....since you met Linda." He could hear the dislike in her voice, and when he turned, the dark look on her face made it harder for him to actually be mad at her. But when his mind processed her words his temper quickly returned itself.
"They've taken Linda and all you can say is that I'm acting selfish? You're the one who..." He stopped himself, but Sheridan gave him the same look a wise old owl would give a mouse before it became supper. Looking into those eyes, Eitan's anger flared more than it had in years. "All you want to do is go home. Have you even thought about what would happen if we came home without Linda? We'd be accused of having something to do with it. If we say pirates from the fourteen-hundreds took her, they'll think we're crazy." The bottle in Sheridan's hand was shaking slightly as the normal anger settled into its rightful place on Sheridan's features.
"You think I want to go home?" She demanded, her voice harsh. When Eitan didn't answer, she continued, eyes flashing with some mixture of annoyance and restrained compassion that confused Eitan to no end. "Why would I want to go back to my home? I'd rather be out here, as far away from the death in my family and far away from Mr. Crow as humanly possible." She made a face. "And Linda can take care of herself. I don't care what happens to her."
Eitan gave her a look he hoped said everything in his mind, but when her eyes remained cold, he shook his head, the anger bubbling more and blinding his usually calm thoughts with the one thing that had been raking the back of him mind for nearly two years. "You're just jealous that I'm willing to go after her. You wouldn't understand until you love someone." He clamped his mouth shut, realizing what he had said a moment too late. Sheridan let the bottle drop to her side, making a dull smashing sound as it hit the shellacked pine. The anger in the face of the girl in front of him was what Eitan guessed Norrington had seen when Sheridan had finally pinned him after playing her mind games with the Commodore of the Royal Navy.
"I know exactly what love is like, Eitan Daniels, and I know it's not worth fighting for. You either lose it by death, or you lose it when the person you love turns their back on you." It was about this moment Eitan was glad Sheridan had seemed to forget that a broken bottle made almost as good a weapon as a sword. He was also - for a reason he couldn't understand other than he was afraid of being left in a room for too long with a sixteen-year-old girl who was not just willing but also able to kill him instantly in her rage - very thankful when Jack came down the steps, giving them both wary looks.
"I thought I heard something break," he surveyed the broken cordial next to Sheridan, the pieces and the pine soaking up the rum that was in it. "I was hoping my stock would be spared by you, Sheridan love." Sheridan turned dark, angry eyes onto the captain. Eitan took it as a good time to move into the shadows of the brig and as far away from Sheridan as he could manage without being back in the water. Jack caught the look Sheridan was sending him and shook his head. "You don't look much like a sparrow with that look about you," he smiled when she stopped, looking slightly flustered and confused, "you look more like a wild cat of some sort. And I thought two Sparrows were sailing together." The anger surrounding Sheridan was gone almost immediately, and Eitan wondered to himself how Jack had managed it. Jack moved to the side of the stairway, indicating the two children in front of him. "I'll have Gibbs clean this up," he promised, "now, you two should be back getting used to the smell o' salt air and the spray of the sea." The two did as they were told, although Eitan could feel the tension surrounding Sheridan as he walked next to her.
He was glad to be back near Will again on board, and practically glued himself to the side of the young blacksmith. "So, what was all that noise for?" Will asked. It was the first time it had occurred to Eitan that the reason Jack had come down to check on the two of them was because he could hear Sheridan and Eitan yelling at each other, not to mention the lovely sound of the bottle of rum breaking.
"You don't want to know." The two watched silently as Sheridan passed them without a glance in the direction of Eitan. "So," the younger male asked, eager to change the subject, "do we know anything about the Shadow Cat or the captain at least?" He looked pleadingly at Will, who gave the male a small smile.
"The captain's name is Bahari Mariel. He's African, and many people know of him in Tortuga."
"Tortuga..." Eitan looked up at Will. "Is that where we're headed?" When Will nodded, Eitan smiled, breathing a sigh of relief. "That's wonderful!" He went over to tell Sheridan the good news, but stopped when he remembered Sheridan's less than happy appearance when they had last talked. He moved around like a hurt bird as he thought of what to do. As he stood there twittering, words wafted over to him from Sheridan and Jack.
"Why were you so upset, love? The rum not settle with you?" He laughed, but Sheridan just sighed, throwing a piece of glass from her shoe into the sea. "Come on, you can tell me." The captain said, giving Sheridan a worried look. "We Sparrow's have got to stay together, you know. And we can't have bad feelings on this ship, since we've all got to work together so we can get to Tortuga, then to wherever Captain Mariel's bringing Eitan's bonny lass." Sheridan gave a low growl in her throat and angrily threw the last piece of glass into the glassy water. Eitan could see Jack smile again. "Ah, so that's it." The captain said, leaning closer to Sheridan. "You want to take the place of Linda."
"I did once." Sheridan said stiffly. Eitan blinked. He hadn't known Sheridan had liked him, he had always assumed she was just friends with him because he was David's brother. "I don't want to be in her place anymore. I just..." She cut herself off when she saw something in the distance, as did Eitan. "Is that...?" Sheridan looked up at Jack, who smiled lightly.
"That, love, would be Tortuga. We'll be docked before tomorrow's out." Eitan's heart leapt when he heard Jack, and he turned to see Will behind him.
"Tomorrow?" He asked, unsure.
"Tomorrow. And then we'll go find the young lady."