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Archive: Here's an idea: you tell me what archiving /is/, and I'll tell you whether or not you may. Do we have an accord? ^_^
Chapter 13 **************************************************************************** *
"It's a beautiful day," I said after a while. Jack's hair trailed across my face
as he turned to look as well.
"Pretty," he agreed, "but red. 'Red sky in mornin', ' ye know. We'll have
to go inside soon enough."
"It's not red, it's pink," I protested, not wanting to move.
"Pink, red, 't'all adds up teh the same thing," he said, pulling me up with
him as he sat up with a groan, "a bloody good gale. C'mon, love, up ye get." I
sighed and stood up, glancing around in search of my bikini. I picked it up from
where it lay half-concealed under a corner of the blanket and pulled it on before I
realized that Jack hadn't moved. I scowled at him, and he smirked impishly back.
"Jest enjoyin' the view, love." I rolled my eyes.
"You can do that later. Now get off your pirate butt and help me fold the
blanket." He gave me his best puppy-dog eyes, but I continued glowering until
he finally relented and slurped liquidly to his feet. Muttering incoherently under
his breath, he donned his trousers and threw his unbuttoned vest haphazardly
over his bare chest. I found my top where it had been discarded the night before,
and after a token protest Jack helped me tie it back on. While I shook the sand
out of the blanket, he used a couple of empty coconut shells to douse the
smouldering embers of our fire with seawater. I raised an eyebrow at that: surely
the coming storm would completely extinguish the coals without any help from
Jack. Said pirate, however, failed to notice my puzzlement, and I decided not to
comment. We headed back to the cabin, my arms full of the blanket and Jack's
rum and the pirate's own arms full of coconuts for later. It was a good thing we
had decided to get up when we did: already the brilliant sky had clouded over
and as we reached the hut a cool, damp breeze began to blow. Jack dumped the
coconuts unceremoniously on the table as I shut and securely latched the door.
As I peered out the window, I saw the palm trees beginning to sway in a strong
wind. I heard Jack come up behind me, then felt his arms slip around my waist.
"You were right about the storm," I said, indicating the steadily darkening
view from the window. "Are all sailor's proverbs this accurate?"
"Aye. Mostly, anyway. Especially the one about a lady's hair and the size
of her-"
"Okay, okay! Too much information!" Jack chuckled into my neck and
then removed his arms, turning to rummage through the fridge. I left the
window and sat down at the table, picking absently at a coconut as I gazed at
Jack, my eyes unfocused and my mind on holiday. He dug out two PB&Js and
held one out to me triumphantly. I took it with a grin and a mocking bow, and he
sat down across from me as we ate. He finished first, and avidly watched me
devour the last of my sandwich. I licked my fingers free of the sticky jam,
causing Jack to give an audible gulp. Suddenly, rain hit the window like water
from a fire hose, making both of us jump. Jack gave me a rueful grin.
"'t always surprises me how fast these bloody storms roll in. Should be
used teh it by now, but.ah well. Ready for that inkin', love?" I smiled.
"Sure. Let me get the supplies." I went into my room and dug through the
debris on the floor until I found my sewing kit and two bottles of ink, one black
and one blue. I carried my findings back to the living room, but when I entered
Jack was nowhere to be seen. I was about to turn around to look for him in the
hallway when I felt strong arms wrap around me from behind and hoist me into
the air. I somehow managed not to drop the ink in surprise, but it was a near
thing. Jack's eyes sparkled mischievously as he deposited me on the futon,
simultaneously relieving me of my burden.
"Now love," he purred, unscrewing the lid of the black ink, "if yeh'd be so
kind, jest lie back and relax. This may hurt a little." I stretched out on the couch,
noting as I did so that the bedding smelled like Jack.
"What are you going to draw?" I asked, watching him pull a couple
needles out of the sewing kit.
"It's a surprise. Shush now, I need teh concentrate." I saw him dip a
needle into the ink and bend over me, pulling down my bikini bottom just
enough to expose my right hipbone. I winced as I felt the needle pierce my skin,
but I didn't flinch for fear of messing up Jack's work. Hours passed, and
eventually I got accustomed to the sharp pain of the needle. Despite my tendency
to get bored easily, I discovered that I didn't find the process of getting tattooed
at all tedious. I kept my eyes away from Jack's drawing, instead focusing on the
graceful and yet slightly jerky movement of his hands as he wielded his ink-
stained needle. His eyes were narrowed in concentration, mere dark slits below
his bandana. Every now and then he'd lean back to survey his inking, tilting his
head from side to side, then re-dipping the needle and returning to work. As I
lay there, I listened to the rain pounding on the windows and gazed contentedly
at Jack's face. To this day, whenever a storm blows through I almost feel my hip
prickle, reminding me of a lovely, mad pirate and filling my nostrils with the
warm scent of saltwater and rum.
A/N: Can you guess what the tattoo is going to be? Bet you can't! ^_~ And now for my thank-you notes! (for reviews since 11/20)
goldensnidget: Yes, me and Jack.*snicker* I love being bad. And thanks for your sympathy, but I won't sue you even if I never find someone. 'S not polite to sue reviewers. ^_^
Dimonah Tralon: Thanks for the feedback! Yeah, I'm not into writing stuff that's *too* graphic, especially as I do a lot of my writing in school.
i LuV jAcK SpArRoW: I'M GONNA GET A TATTOO TOO! Just wait until the next chapter.*evil cackle* he he he.depply in love, good one! ^_~
Black Ice Dragoness: Cool name! And thanks, I will continue. *bows*
Pervy Elf-Fancier: I'm an elf-fancier too! Though mostly a pervy pirate- fancier, as you can probably tell. Yeah, Jack is a bit modern. I realized that when I read back over what I'd written, but I think it'd change my story too much if I went back and corrected it. Thanks for noticing, though.
StoryTellerJS: Yay! I made somebody laugh their socks off! ^_^ I'm so glad you liked it! This was the first time you've ever laughed out loud while reading? I'm touched. (awww.) Btw, does the JS in your name stand for Jack Sparrow?
Flip-flop hobbit: You read it in one go? Wow. I know it's pretty long, but I couldn't help myself. I love writing. * 'Duh!' echoes across the web* And thanks for mentioning specific parts you liked, it helps me write better when I know what works and what doesn't. PB&J forever!
.and for all of you I didn't respond to, I'm going to do a massive 'thank you' page at the end of my story. So don't worry, you're not forgotten!
Archive: Here's an idea: you tell me what archiving /is/, and I'll tell you whether or not you may. Do we have an accord? ^_^
Chapter 13 **************************************************************************** *
"It's a beautiful day," I said after a while. Jack's hair trailed across my face
as he turned to look as well.
"Pretty," he agreed, "but red. 'Red sky in mornin', ' ye know. We'll have
to go inside soon enough."
"It's not red, it's pink," I protested, not wanting to move.
"Pink, red, 't'all adds up teh the same thing," he said, pulling me up with
him as he sat up with a groan, "a bloody good gale. C'mon, love, up ye get." I
sighed and stood up, glancing around in search of my bikini. I picked it up from
where it lay half-concealed under a corner of the blanket and pulled it on before I
realized that Jack hadn't moved. I scowled at him, and he smirked impishly back.
"Jest enjoyin' the view, love." I rolled my eyes.
"You can do that later. Now get off your pirate butt and help me fold the
blanket." He gave me his best puppy-dog eyes, but I continued glowering until
he finally relented and slurped liquidly to his feet. Muttering incoherently under
his breath, he donned his trousers and threw his unbuttoned vest haphazardly
over his bare chest. I found my top where it had been discarded the night before,
and after a token protest Jack helped me tie it back on. While I shook the sand
out of the blanket, he used a couple of empty coconut shells to douse the
smouldering embers of our fire with seawater. I raised an eyebrow at that: surely
the coming storm would completely extinguish the coals without any help from
Jack. Said pirate, however, failed to notice my puzzlement, and I decided not to
comment. We headed back to the cabin, my arms full of the blanket and Jack's
rum and the pirate's own arms full of coconuts for later. It was a good thing we
had decided to get up when we did: already the brilliant sky had clouded over
and as we reached the hut a cool, damp breeze began to blow. Jack dumped the
coconuts unceremoniously on the table as I shut and securely latched the door.
As I peered out the window, I saw the palm trees beginning to sway in a strong
wind. I heard Jack come up behind me, then felt his arms slip around my waist.
"You were right about the storm," I said, indicating the steadily darkening
view from the window. "Are all sailor's proverbs this accurate?"
"Aye. Mostly, anyway. Especially the one about a lady's hair and the size
of her-"
"Okay, okay! Too much information!" Jack chuckled into my neck and
then removed his arms, turning to rummage through the fridge. I left the
window and sat down at the table, picking absently at a coconut as I gazed at
Jack, my eyes unfocused and my mind on holiday. He dug out two PB&Js and
held one out to me triumphantly. I took it with a grin and a mocking bow, and he
sat down across from me as we ate. He finished first, and avidly watched me
devour the last of my sandwich. I licked my fingers free of the sticky jam,
causing Jack to give an audible gulp. Suddenly, rain hit the window like water
from a fire hose, making both of us jump. Jack gave me a rueful grin.
"'t always surprises me how fast these bloody storms roll in. Should be
used teh it by now, but.ah well. Ready for that inkin', love?" I smiled.
"Sure. Let me get the supplies." I went into my room and dug through the
debris on the floor until I found my sewing kit and two bottles of ink, one black
and one blue. I carried my findings back to the living room, but when I entered
Jack was nowhere to be seen. I was about to turn around to look for him in the
hallway when I felt strong arms wrap around me from behind and hoist me into
the air. I somehow managed not to drop the ink in surprise, but it was a near
thing. Jack's eyes sparkled mischievously as he deposited me on the futon,
simultaneously relieving me of my burden.
"Now love," he purred, unscrewing the lid of the black ink, "if yeh'd be so
kind, jest lie back and relax. This may hurt a little." I stretched out on the couch,
noting as I did so that the bedding smelled like Jack.
"What are you going to draw?" I asked, watching him pull a couple
needles out of the sewing kit.
"It's a surprise. Shush now, I need teh concentrate." I saw him dip a
needle into the ink and bend over me, pulling down my bikini bottom just
enough to expose my right hipbone. I winced as I felt the needle pierce my skin,
but I didn't flinch for fear of messing up Jack's work. Hours passed, and
eventually I got accustomed to the sharp pain of the needle. Despite my tendency
to get bored easily, I discovered that I didn't find the process of getting tattooed
at all tedious. I kept my eyes away from Jack's drawing, instead focusing on the
graceful and yet slightly jerky movement of his hands as he wielded his ink-
stained needle. His eyes were narrowed in concentration, mere dark slits below
his bandana. Every now and then he'd lean back to survey his inking, tilting his
head from side to side, then re-dipping the needle and returning to work. As I
lay there, I listened to the rain pounding on the windows and gazed contentedly
at Jack's face. To this day, whenever a storm blows through I almost feel my hip
prickle, reminding me of a lovely, mad pirate and filling my nostrils with the
warm scent of saltwater and rum.
A/N: Can you guess what the tattoo is going to be? Bet you can't! ^_~ And now for my thank-you notes! (for reviews since 11/20)
goldensnidget: Yes, me and Jack.*snicker* I love being bad. And thanks for your sympathy, but I won't sue you even if I never find someone. 'S not polite to sue reviewers. ^_^
Dimonah Tralon: Thanks for the feedback! Yeah, I'm not into writing stuff that's *too* graphic, especially as I do a lot of my writing in school.
i LuV jAcK SpArRoW: I'M GONNA GET A TATTOO TOO! Just wait until the next chapter.*evil cackle* he he he.depply in love, good one! ^_~
Black Ice Dragoness: Cool name! And thanks, I will continue. *bows*
Pervy Elf-Fancier: I'm an elf-fancier too! Though mostly a pervy pirate- fancier, as you can probably tell. Yeah, Jack is a bit modern. I realized that when I read back over what I'd written, but I think it'd change my story too much if I went back and corrected it. Thanks for noticing, though.
StoryTellerJS: Yay! I made somebody laugh their socks off! ^_^ I'm so glad you liked it! This was the first time you've ever laughed out loud while reading? I'm touched. (awww.) Btw, does the JS in your name stand for Jack Sparrow?
Flip-flop hobbit: You read it in one go? Wow. I know it's pretty long, but I couldn't help myself. I love writing. * 'Duh!' echoes across the web* And thanks for mentioning specific parts you liked, it helps me write better when I know what works and what doesn't. PB&J forever!
.and for all of you I didn't respond to, I'm going to do a massive 'thank you' page at the end of my story. So don't worry, you're not forgotten!