Chapter 5
Disclaimer: Nope, owns nothing. I do own Courtney, but owns nutin else, damn.
That night went she went into Jack's room she found him passed out in a chair in the corner clutching his rum bottle. He appeared to have the death grip on the poor thing.
'I was wondering where he went!' She thought, smiling a little.
She changed in the corner watching him to make sure if he woke up, he wouldn't see anything. When fully dressed she went and took out her contacts. She once again fell asleep rather quickly.
The next morning she woke to find Jack next to her, but with his head on her stomach and knees on the floor, and rum bottle still in hand. She tried her hardest not to wake him, but as his head hit the sheets he stirred and grunted.
"What, wha. Oh, hey, luv!" He said, squinting at the sun.
"Good morning, sleep well" she mocked.
It's not often you wake up and find a sleeping man on your stomach that wasn't there the night before.
"Well I'll go make breakfast for the crew..." She said, pulling herself off of the bed.
She put up her hair in a quick ponytail and walked off. He watched her go. He wondered what made her so different then any of the other girls he had met. She seemed more quite, but there was something else... He had seen it in her eyes, a deep sadness that he couldn't quite put his thumb on.
In the kitchen Courtney picked up some rice and started to boil it. She had to find something to light the stove with. Unfortunately it was a wooden stove, not an easy thing to work. She went out and got a bucket of salt water and once again began to boil it.
She thought about her family. This was the first time she had thought about them. She wondered how her mother was, and her little half brothers. She knew her stepmother didn't give a shit about her and was probably happy she was gone. She missed her dad most of all though. She only saw him maybe once or twice a month if she was lucky.
'Divorce, it also sucks'. She thought.
She heard someone come down the stairs to the kitchen. When she looked up she saw Mr. Gibbs, the man she had talked to when she first came aboard.
"Hey did ye hear, we are throwin' a lil party tonight up on deck. Get your dancin' shoes on girlie!" He said.
'Oh great, a dance'. She though, she had never had a good experience with those.
That night she hears a great commotion up on the deck. Then she remembered that there was the "dance" thing Gibbs had told her about. She went up and decided to check it out. When she reached the deck she saw the lanterns had been lit and there was a golden glow about the deck. There were a few men to make up the bend, and two men dancing. Al the rest stood around them in a circle. Courtney walked up and put her hand on Jack's shoulder. He jumped a little and turned to see who touched him.
"Oh hey luv, don't be sneakin' up on a pirate, you might get cut. Just for future reference. Oh hey glad to see ya made it! Wanna dance luv!?" he said, startled at his own words.
He didn't really know why he asked her to dance but it just slipped out. When she heard this she hesitated but accepted.
"Ok umm sure... one problem; I don't know how to dance." She said, smiling.
"Now is the time to learn then isn't it luv!" he grabbed her hand and towed her out in the middle of the people.
He grabbed her waist in one hand and her left hand in the other. He noticed that she had some rough spots on them.
"What are these from luv?"
"Oh, they're old blisters. Where I come from I do rowing, you know, where there are 1, 2, 4, or 8 people in a boat and they row? Well the oars give you blisters, after a while of bleeding they heal and turn into rough spots. Sorry if they bother you, but mist of them have healed." She said, blushing a bit.
"Oh its ok luv, I was just wondering..."He said.
After he grabbed her hand again he started to lead her around in a circle. Remarkably she didn't step on his feet.
'Geez, well at least I haven't killed anyone yet! I may not be that graceful, but at least I have some coordination.'
She looked up and saw his eyes locked on hers. She did a little mental *gasp*. He had beautiful eyes. They looked as if they were boring into her soul.
When she looked up, he finally got to see a good look at her face in the light. He tried to look at her one night but it was too dark and he passed out on her stomach. But he saw the same sadness again. He also saw the green in her eyes that he hadn't noticed before. He saw that she had full lips that were a pale pink color. Her skin was olive with a hint of pink. On her neck she had a single mole, a small one on the right side. Around her neck she had a piece of dark amber glass on a string of lighter amber beads. When he looked back into her eyes he again saw the sadness but now he also saw something else he couldn't quite pin point.
When the song ended, Courtney walked away as more men came out to the dance floor. When she reached the cabin that her and Jack shared she sat down on the bed and pulled out her beloved MP3 player. In doing so, Jack saw her leave and followed her. When he opened the door he found her rummaging through her bag.
"Hey luv you ok, you seem sad." He said.
"I'm fine!" she lied.
"I might not have known you long, but there is somethin' on Ur mind luv, you can tell ol' Capt. Jack!"
"Hon, ya don't want to know. It's a little too personal to be sharing with an almost complete stranger." She said, looking up.
"We're not stranger here luv, hell the two of us have been sharin' the same bed!" He said, smiling.
She winced at that. "Ok fine, here's the short version. Parents divorced due to cheating father, married woman cheated with had two sons, he was an alcoholic, the woman he married beat her new stepdaughter, yours truly, and so on an so on. Happy now?"
"Well love if that's the short version, I don't wanna hear the longer one! Just kiddin', but still, I'm sorry that all that happened... how old were you when Ur father left ya?" He asked, walking into the room
She thought about it. "I was about a week old," she said bluntly.
He came over and sat next to her putting his arm around her and pulling her into him. "If it helps any, I sorta know how ya feel. Ya see this scar, me own father did this..." he pulled up his left sleeve and showed her a disfigured 'y' shaped scar on his arm.
"Hey jack can we please go sleep know..." she said with a tired yawn.
"Sure luv, anything you want." He said.
He pushed back a piece of her hair and placed it behind her ear. She lay down on her side, and felt Jack lie next to her and put his arm around her hip and pull her in close. For the first time in a long time, she felt happy and safe, just lying there in his arms.
Disclaimer: Nope, owns nothing. I do own Courtney, but owns nutin else, damn.
That night went she went into Jack's room she found him passed out in a chair in the corner clutching his rum bottle. He appeared to have the death grip on the poor thing.
'I was wondering where he went!' She thought, smiling a little.
She changed in the corner watching him to make sure if he woke up, he wouldn't see anything. When fully dressed she went and took out her contacts. She once again fell asleep rather quickly.
The next morning she woke to find Jack next to her, but with his head on her stomach and knees on the floor, and rum bottle still in hand. She tried her hardest not to wake him, but as his head hit the sheets he stirred and grunted.
"What, wha. Oh, hey, luv!" He said, squinting at the sun.
"Good morning, sleep well" she mocked.
It's not often you wake up and find a sleeping man on your stomach that wasn't there the night before.
"Well I'll go make breakfast for the crew..." She said, pulling herself off of the bed.
She put up her hair in a quick ponytail and walked off. He watched her go. He wondered what made her so different then any of the other girls he had met. She seemed more quite, but there was something else... He had seen it in her eyes, a deep sadness that he couldn't quite put his thumb on.
In the kitchen Courtney picked up some rice and started to boil it. She had to find something to light the stove with. Unfortunately it was a wooden stove, not an easy thing to work. She went out and got a bucket of salt water and once again began to boil it.
She thought about her family. This was the first time she had thought about them. She wondered how her mother was, and her little half brothers. She knew her stepmother didn't give a shit about her and was probably happy she was gone. She missed her dad most of all though. She only saw him maybe once or twice a month if she was lucky.
'Divorce, it also sucks'. She thought.
She heard someone come down the stairs to the kitchen. When she looked up she saw Mr. Gibbs, the man she had talked to when she first came aboard.
"Hey did ye hear, we are throwin' a lil party tonight up on deck. Get your dancin' shoes on girlie!" He said.
'Oh great, a dance'. She though, she had never had a good experience with those.
That night she hears a great commotion up on the deck. Then she remembered that there was the "dance" thing Gibbs had told her about. She went up and decided to check it out. When she reached the deck she saw the lanterns had been lit and there was a golden glow about the deck. There were a few men to make up the bend, and two men dancing. Al the rest stood around them in a circle. Courtney walked up and put her hand on Jack's shoulder. He jumped a little and turned to see who touched him.
"Oh hey luv, don't be sneakin' up on a pirate, you might get cut. Just for future reference. Oh hey glad to see ya made it! Wanna dance luv!?" he said, startled at his own words.
He didn't really know why he asked her to dance but it just slipped out. When she heard this she hesitated but accepted.
"Ok umm sure... one problem; I don't know how to dance." She said, smiling.
"Now is the time to learn then isn't it luv!" he grabbed her hand and towed her out in the middle of the people.
He grabbed her waist in one hand and her left hand in the other. He noticed that she had some rough spots on them.
"What are these from luv?"
"Oh, they're old blisters. Where I come from I do rowing, you know, where there are 1, 2, 4, or 8 people in a boat and they row? Well the oars give you blisters, after a while of bleeding they heal and turn into rough spots. Sorry if they bother you, but mist of them have healed." She said, blushing a bit.
"Oh its ok luv, I was just wondering..."He said.
After he grabbed her hand again he started to lead her around in a circle. Remarkably she didn't step on his feet.
'Geez, well at least I haven't killed anyone yet! I may not be that graceful, but at least I have some coordination.'
She looked up and saw his eyes locked on hers. She did a little mental *gasp*. He had beautiful eyes. They looked as if they were boring into her soul.
When she looked up, he finally got to see a good look at her face in the light. He tried to look at her one night but it was too dark and he passed out on her stomach. But he saw the same sadness again. He also saw the green in her eyes that he hadn't noticed before. He saw that she had full lips that were a pale pink color. Her skin was olive with a hint of pink. On her neck she had a single mole, a small one on the right side. Around her neck she had a piece of dark amber glass on a string of lighter amber beads. When he looked back into her eyes he again saw the sadness but now he also saw something else he couldn't quite pin point.
When the song ended, Courtney walked away as more men came out to the dance floor. When she reached the cabin that her and Jack shared she sat down on the bed and pulled out her beloved MP3 player. In doing so, Jack saw her leave and followed her. When he opened the door he found her rummaging through her bag.
"Hey luv you ok, you seem sad." He said.
"I'm fine!" she lied.
"I might not have known you long, but there is somethin' on Ur mind luv, you can tell ol' Capt. Jack!"
"Hon, ya don't want to know. It's a little too personal to be sharing with an almost complete stranger." She said, looking up.
"We're not stranger here luv, hell the two of us have been sharin' the same bed!" He said, smiling.
She winced at that. "Ok fine, here's the short version. Parents divorced due to cheating father, married woman cheated with had two sons, he was an alcoholic, the woman he married beat her new stepdaughter, yours truly, and so on an so on. Happy now?"
"Well love if that's the short version, I don't wanna hear the longer one! Just kiddin', but still, I'm sorry that all that happened... how old were you when Ur father left ya?" He asked, walking into the room
She thought about it. "I was about a week old," she said bluntly.
He came over and sat next to her putting his arm around her and pulling her into him. "If it helps any, I sorta know how ya feel. Ya see this scar, me own father did this..." he pulled up his left sleeve and showed her a disfigured 'y' shaped scar on his arm.
"Hey jack can we please go sleep know..." she said with a tired yawn.
"Sure luv, anything you want." He said.
He pushed back a piece of her hair and placed it behind her ear. She lay down on her side, and felt Jack lie next to her and put his arm around her hip and pull her in close. For the first time in a long time, she felt happy and safe, just lying there in his arms.