=The Jewel of the Ocean=
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Ok, hey everybody. I'm back….with another chapter. Just to let you know, I came up with a TITLE, and a vague plot (it's extremely vague). Oh, and if my story shares any similarity to anyone else's, it is purely coincidental because basically, I haven't read that many other stories. And I take suggestions, so if you have any at all please don't hesitate to email me! I personally think this chapter is disappointing, I wrote most of it when I was having a bad day. Without further ado…Chapter Three!
Recap:
"We're here! Me own Black Pearl!" Jack's booming? Voice once again snapped you back.
=CHAPTER 3: Getting Where it Counts=
You weren't paying much attention to where you were going and kept your eyes glued to the ground while following Jack. Faintly, you can hear the bell that is suspended from your bag (keychain thing) jingling at your side as you walk. As soon as Jack had said, "We're here!" you automatically bolt your head up to fix your eyes on upon his ship. You find yourself inside of a damp and somewhat lighted cove inhabited with lush Caribbean greenery. You can still see the port from here so you weren't that far away. Jack's ship was hidden well inside with the overgrown garden. You realize yourself unable to tear your eyes off his ship, like your eyes were drawn to it by a magnetic force to it. You stand and watch in awe, since you have never been in such close proximity to a ship, any ship for that matter. I mean, yes, you always visited the docks and seen ships from afar. Every time you would try and get a closer look, the watch boys or the cabin boys would shoo you away fretting that you were some common stowaway. But occasionally when you protest, they let you stay from a safe distance. After a while of staring at the ship and marveling its wonder you manage to break the eye contact and stare elsewhere, your eyes wandered towards Jack.
"Beaut, ain't it?" Jack asked as he proudly stood in front of his Pearl.
You looked into his eyes for a brief moment and something flickered in them. It was very strange, it wasn't there long enough for you to figure out what it was, but it was definitely there.
"Yes, it is beautiful piece of work." You responded.
"I'll give ye the grand tour!" He walked up the plank that temporarily attached the dirt road
to the ship.
"It looks like a huge boat -," "Ship, luv, it's a ship, not a boat." Jack corrected you waving his ringed fingers in front of your face.
"Oh, sorry. Ship, " you continued, " It looks like a big ship, and as much as I want to see the rest of the ship, it may take the rest of the day. I was thinking maybe bandages first, and then grand tour, time permitting." You explain to him your reasoning, cocking you head slightly.
" Smart thinking. " He saunters up to you and patted your shoulder smiling. He walks into a cabin and a gust of air that smells distinctly of rum welcomes you. At first glance you can tell it was the Captain's Quarters. To the left of the room, there were aged maps scattered all over the wooden desk to the point that you could barely make out the furniture piece. There was also a burnt out candle with dried wax melted onto the desk, probably from late night "research". The candle was sitting about a half inch off the wood table. On the right side of the room was the bed with a regular wood chair next to it. It was big enough for two people to sleep comfortably on (queen) and it was covered with clean white sheets. The bed seemed to glow and look out of place because the rest of the room had this permanent layer of filth on it. Next to the bed there was a night table with an old looking lamp on it. And right above the night table there was a mid- sized window that provided a gateway to the ocean's view.
"So, why don't you sit there and I'll clean?" you ask pointing to the immaculate bed.
"Aye, lemme jest grab a…bottle.. o' rum!" He reaches for the bottle of the floor next to your feet, as you pick up your bag from the floor.
"Oh! I'll need that, " you say to Jack, " I ran out." digging into your small bag and pull out an empty brown bottle in your hand.
Jack hands over the bottle and stands up to pull another bottle, seemingly from nowhere. As he makes his way over to the bed you sit down on the chair still digging through your things, not paying attention to him. Before he takes a seat on the bed, he slowly takes his blood-stained-once-white shirt off and tosses it behind him. You turn around and find him shirtless, sitting on his bed and you involuntarily blush furiously. 'Gladly Jack didn't see your reddened face, at least I didn't think he noticed.' You mentally thought. You couldn't have been more wrong.
"Does me body offend ye?" he smirked his trademark smile.
" Uh….n-n-no….n-not exactly." You manage to spit out and you can still feel your face burning. To an average passerby, you probably looked like you had a fever and should be in bed.
"Well, tha's a first! Usually, when I take me shirt off in front o' most women in port here, they slap me senseless." Jack said, lightly chuckling.
"First off, I'm not 'most women'. And secondly, I'm not the slapping type. I get it where it counts." You say, with an intimidating look about you. "Put your arm on the nightstand." You order.
To your immediate surprise, he actually does what you say to. ' To think, a Captain taking 'orders' from me.' You thought.
"I'll try te remember tha'." Said Jack.
As he puts his elbow on the table you gently start to dab it clean with a wet cloth. Once it is clean, you throw away the now bloodstained cloth and grab another cloth. Picking up the rum bottle from the floor, you uncork it and take a big swig of it as you feel the warm liquid run down your throat.
"Now, that is good stuff!" you say to Jack after you swallowed a fourth swig of the liquor, finishing the bottle. You dab the cut once then look up to his eyes to check if it hurts and yet again, to your surprise, you find his eyes as big as saucers, staring back at you.
"What? Is there something wrong?" you ask because of his odd expression.
"Me never seen a girl drink tha' fast 'fore." Was his gradual answer. You gently wrap his arm with a bandage as he answers your question.
" When you work in a bar for God knows how long, there are a limited number of things you can do. Sneaking drinks happens to be one of them." You shrug and slowly watch as Jack reverts back to his normal self (Well as normal as he can get.). "All done!" You add, lightly tapping his bandaged arm.
"Thanks, love." He said as he got up and walked out the door, still shirtless and pants hanging dangerously low, without saying a word. You could hear his faint footsteps becoming softer.
"Oh! That's nice of him! Just leaving me here on this huge ship of his, with no sense of direction of where I'm going!" You shout out randomly while getting up out of the wooden chair and starting towards the door that Jack had left open. You stick your head out the door to see if you can spot anyone wandering around on this massive boat- err…..ship. Seeing nobody in sight, you walk out of the room keeping a mental note which door it is, just so you can always come back. You slowly walk up a plight of stairs holding the rail for support and before you know it, your on deck.
"Where's the crew?" you whisper silently to yourself a question that has been nagging at you ever since you saw the ship.
" All of 'em are in Tortuga."
The sudden voice out of nowhere made you jump a little off the permanently stained deck. Turning around, you see Jack leaning on the rail?(what is it called?).
"You know it wasn't very nice of you to just leave me there in – " you cut yourself off when you realized he wasn't paying any attention to you. But you see him staring at the people scurrying around the cobblestone streets of Port Royal. They are some people carrying boxes, tugging at mules connected to carts and some small children running around aimlessly playing familiar childhood games. The rest of the people are leaned up in the shade against the hay-roofed houses taking a short rest. And you too, are entranced of what Jack was observing just a couple of minutes ago.
"Look at 'em, luv. Look at the way they go 'bout them lives. Inna rush, in a hurry. Not even aware of other things that appear right in front of their faces."
"They're trapped, like a vicious animal in a locked cage. They're restrained and limited to the monotonous working life around them...." You catch on as you stand there next to Jack, still looking at the citizens of Port Royal and can't stop feeling pitiful for them. "And to think, I am one of them." You gradually come to comprehend. Your yearning for the ocean, at this second, grew bigger than you can ever imagine it would. You just wanted out. Out of this place. Out of your so-called 'life'. And you were about to do anything that could help you achieve this goal.
"Jack, I think I'm going to go home now… I don't feel all that good anymore." You tell him. You were disappointed now and you didn't want to take out your disappointment on Jack.
" Alright, luv. Come back tomorrow an' I'll give ye the tour and ye can meet me crew. Do ye know yer way back?" He asked, and you nod your head absentmindedly. You really didn't have the slightest clue where you were or how to get back home. All you knew was that you wanted to be in a place where it's quiet and you can think. You start to walk out of the cove and into a plot of land with lots of trees. You were too lazy to care about where you were so you just kept walking forward as if hoping to be able to walk away from it all. While walking all that time, you were thinking about how you just threw away your entire life up until this day. When you were a child, your parents weren't sailors, but oh, how you wished they were. But no, your father was a craftsman and your mother worked in a small bookstore. You don't remember seeing them or talking to them much after they left you to your Grandmother. As a teenager, you made some close friends and usually would go spend time with them. But now, after your grandmother had died a couple years back, you had to find work to support yourself. You had to take a job in a bar and take all those suggestive comments, drunken men, the nightly brawls, and your boss yelling at you at the top of his lungs at least ten times a day. God! You just couldn't take it anymore, reliving when you stormed out of the bar this morning.
It soon grew dark, you were in a cluster of trees as far as the eye can see and the port or the cove were nowhere in sight. Growing frightened, lonesome and chilly you become more aware of your surroundings. Your sensitive ears are picking up every bit of sound from the wind blowing to the rustle of leaves. Then you came to recognize you are here, away from all humanity, away from it all, you were completely and utterly abandoned. Nobody out in the cold searching and distressing on your whereabouts. Without anyone who loves you.
"So this is what it feels like…" you mutter and begin to cry in the black of night.
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