Jack stormed down the rickety steps below deck, when suddenly one of the planks of wood snapped and his foot fell through it. He growled in frustration.
'Who replaced the stair with a flaming piece of bloody wood!?!' he shouted at Anna Maria, who was staring at him bemused as she picked at an apple with her knife.
'You did cap.' She said taking a large juicy bite. 'The last time your foot went threw the stair.' Jack wrung the air and pulled his foot up and out, stumbling over to the bench across from Anna Maria. 'So either Gibbs drank all ya're rum again, or you and shark bait are fighting again.'
Jack mumbled something about bloody females, and received a quick kick to the shin. He winced in pain as Anna Maria eyed him wearily. 'So what if we have… can't wait till that wench is off my ship…' he grumbled, trying to soothe his aching leg. Anna Maria let out a 'pfft' which caused Jack's eyes to shoot up and meet hers. 'What now?'
'Nothin… mark me words though, when it's time for her to go, you may be a little less optimistic bout her leavin…' she said as she heaved herself up from her seat. Jack just stared at her, eyes wide with disbelief.
'You think I'm that bloody thick? That I'd go after a woman who insults me, throws things at me, disobeys me, and lies to me? Do you really think I'm that daft?'
'Well…. Yeah!' Anna Maria said, stating an obvious point. Jack looked down at his leg. Anna Maria let out a slightly exaggerated breath and sank down in the seat beside him. 'Look, if ya think about all the bad stuff, course she seems unbearable… but why haven't you thrown her over board already and been rid of her?'
'Well, it's not that simple, is it?' he said massaging his still stinging leg. 'She's gonna make me rich…' Anna Maria rolled her eyes. She then turned to Jack, stabbing the table with her knife, and grabbed him. Jack was thrown off balance, as she pulled him forward and kissed him passionately.
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Anya sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the window. What was the matter with him? He was so strange, so difficult, so aggravating! First all he wanted to do was sleep with her… then when she kissed him, he pulled away and made any excuse to leave…
Anya sighed as she fell back onto the bed, staring up at the grotty, rotting ceiling. She took in a deep breath to calm herself, but instead made herself feel even worse. All she could smell was Jack. His salty, rum and smoke scent, imprinted into the bed sheets. But that wasn't all she could smell… she could also smell a hint of herself. She sighed.
Sitting up, Anya pushed back her hair, and walked to the door opening it and walking out onto the deck. She padded along the dingy wood, toward the stairs to the deck below. She felt badly for what she'd said.
She crept down quietly, just in case Jack was trying to command attention, but she halted only a couple steps down. There, on the bench, was Anna Maria and Jack, embracing each other in a kiss. Anya clutched the banister, the only thing she felt she had to hold onto. As they began to break apart, she jumped back up the stairs and quietly ran back to Jack's cabin.
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Jack pulled away. That had been… that had been… different.
'Well…' he said, his voice strange and changing pitch. 'I've never done that with you before.' He said leaning back against the table.
'Don't think it will happen again, Sparrow.' Anna Maria said pulling her knife out of the soggy wood and placing it back to her belt. Jack frowned and shook his head waving his hands in front of him.
'Wait, wait. Then what exactly was that in aid of love?' he asked slamming his fist onto the table. Two kisses in one evening and both with consent… this would usually be considered a good night. So how come Jack felt so… out of breath…
It was hard to explain how he felt. For once in his life, Jack was lost for words.
'Look. I'm guessing you and the landlubber snogged already.' She said matter of factly as she began tying up the laces of her boot. Jack's mouth hung open at how Anna Maria knew.
'Anna Maria you amaze me.' He said. 'I thought that you had gotten so manly you had no female intuition left…' Anna Maria glared menacingly at him, which shut him up good. 'So?' he said urging her to continue.
'So… what you had with her was different, right?' she said as if explaining to a child. Jack nodded slowly. 'It's coz you like her!' she said loudly, smacking Jack upside the head. Jack frowned at this and laughed.
'Like her? I can't stand her!' he shouted back, standing up. 'You think I actually like her?'
'A lot, I'll wager.' She said smiling to herself. She too stood and made her way toward the bunks at the back. 'Face it, Jackass, you have feelins for the wench… you'll see…'
'No I won't coz I hate her! I hate her with a passion! And that's CAPTAIN Jackass to you!' he yelled as he moved toward the stairs and began storming back up them, even though his foot got stuck again.
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Jack stood out on deck, leaning against the mast, deep in thought. He hated her… he couldn't like her… he was Captain Jack Sparrow, a pirate, a ladies' man, and he had gotten damn fine at beating back any emotions that tried to surface.
He blew out a long puff of smoke, put out his pipe and swaggered over to his lodgings. He reached for the handle and turned the knob. Only the doors didn't open. He frowned and grabbed it with both hands, trying to wrench it open, but it seemed the little wench had locked the doors. Jack frowned and cursed and even kicked the door.
'Great,' he muttered, 'now I'm locked out and I've got a broken foot to go with my bruised shin.' He finally grasped the handles and jerked the door open. He threw open the doors and waltzed in, ready to have it out with Anya for the hundredth time since he'd known her. But he hesitated noticing the moon casting light over her small body lying on his bed.
He jutted out his jaw and managed to restrain himself from waking her and yelling at her. Instead he shrugged off his coat and took of his hat, pulled off his boots and made his own way to the bed. But as he came closer, he saw her cheeks were damp and her lips were red and looked as if they'd been bleeding. He slid beneath the sheets and turned away from the sleeping body next to him, the one that he didn't want to touch.
The one he couldn't touch.
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HEY EVERYBODY! Hahaha I made another chapter (this is a huge accomplishment for me! Heehee!) Btw big shout out to all my reviewers but especially to Cloud Person (liz), Brando321, cap'nsparrow'sfeistylass, all American girl 50, cassie, and elvish dream… thanks for the awesome reviews, u guys made my day ^-^ ……
Anyway, another chappie up… and I promise (cross my heart) that I'll post again and it'll be a loooong chapter… I'm gonna start working on it tomorrow. SO yeah, something that one reviewer did that I really liked was that she said what she liked about the story so far… kinda gives me an idea on what to write about more, u know? So anyway, take care, no worries, peace out, love ya'll!!
~*~ STOKES ~*~
'Who replaced the stair with a flaming piece of bloody wood!?!' he shouted at Anna Maria, who was staring at him bemused as she picked at an apple with her knife.
'You did cap.' She said taking a large juicy bite. 'The last time your foot went threw the stair.' Jack wrung the air and pulled his foot up and out, stumbling over to the bench across from Anna Maria. 'So either Gibbs drank all ya're rum again, or you and shark bait are fighting again.'
Jack mumbled something about bloody females, and received a quick kick to the shin. He winced in pain as Anna Maria eyed him wearily. 'So what if we have… can't wait till that wench is off my ship…' he grumbled, trying to soothe his aching leg. Anna Maria let out a 'pfft' which caused Jack's eyes to shoot up and meet hers. 'What now?'
'Nothin… mark me words though, when it's time for her to go, you may be a little less optimistic bout her leavin…' she said as she heaved herself up from her seat. Jack just stared at her, eyes wide with disbelief.
'You think I'm that bloody thick? That I'd go after a woman who insults me, throws things at me, disobeys me, and lies to me? Do you really think I'm that daft?'
'Well…. Yeah!' Anna Maria said, stating an obvious point. Jack looked down at his leg. Anna Maria let out a slightly exaggerated breath and sank down in the seat beside him. 'Look, if ya think about all the bad stuff, course she seems unbearable… but why haven't you thrown her over board already and been rid of her?'
'Well, it's not that simple, is it?' he said massaging his still stinging leg. 'She's gonna make me rich…' Anna Maria rolled her eyes. She then turned to Jack, stabbing the table with her knife, and grabbed him. Jack was thrown off balance, as she pulled him forward and kissed him passionately.
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Anya sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the window. What was the matter with him? He was so strange, so difficult, so aggravating! First all he wanted to do was sleep with her… then when she kissed him, he pulled away and made any excuse to leave…
Anya sighed as she fell back onto the bed, staring up at the grotty, rotting ceiling. She took in a deep breath to calm herself, but instead made herself feel even worse. All she could smell was Jack. His salty, rum and smoke scent, imprinted into the bed sheets. But that wasn't all she could smell… she could also smell a hint of herself. She sighed.
Sitting up, Anya pushed back her hair, and walked to the door opening it and walking out onto the deck. She padded along the dingy wood, toward the stairs to the deck below. She felt badly for what she'd said.
She crept down quietly, just in case Jack was trying to command attention, but she halted only a couple steps down. There, on the bench, was Anna Maria and Jack, embracing each other in a kiss. Anya clutched the banister, the only thing she felt she had to hold onto. As they began to break apart, she jumped back up the stairs and quietly ran back to Jack's cabin.
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Jack pulled away. That had been… that had been… different.
'Well…' he said, his voice strange and changing pitch. 'I've never done that with you before.' He said leaning back against the table.
'Don't think it will happen again, Sparrow.' Anna Maria said pulling her knife out of the soggy wood and placing it back to her belt. Jack frowned and shook his head waving his hands in front of him.
'Wait, wait. Then what exactly was that in aid of love?' he asked slamming his fist onto the table. Two kisses in one evening and both with consent… this would usually be considered a good night. So how come Jack felt so… out of breath…
It was hard to explain how he felt. For once in his life, Jack was lost for words.
'Look. I'm guessing you and the landlubber snogged already.' She said matter of factly as she began tying up the laces of her boot. Jack's mouth hung open at how Anna Maria knew.
'Anna Maria you amaze me.' He said. 'I thought that you had gotten so manly you had no female intuition left…' Anna Maria glared menacingly at him, which shut him up good. 'So?' he said urging her to continue.
'So… what you had with her was different, right?' she said as if explaining to a child. Jack nodded slowly. 'It's coz you like her!' she said loudly, smacking Jack upside the head. Jack frowned at this and laughed.
'Like her? I can't stand her!' he shouted back, standing up. 'You think I actually like her?'
'A lot, I'll wager.' She said smiling to herself. She too stood and made her way toward the bunks at the back. 'Face it, Jackass, you have feelins for the wench… you'll see…'
'No I won't coz I hate her! I hate her with a passion! And that's CAPTAIN Jackass to you!' he yelled as he moved toward the stairs and began storming back up them, even though his foot got stuck again.
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Jack stood out on deck, leaning against the mast, deep in thought. He hated her… he couldn't like her… he was Captain Jack Sparrow, a pirate, a ladies' man, and he had gotten damn fine at beating back any emotions that tried to surface.
He blew out a long puff of smoke, put out his pipe and swaggered over to his lodgings. He reached for the handle and turned the knob. Only the doors didn't open. He frowned and grabbed it with both hands, trying to wrench it open, but it seemed the little wench had locked the doors. Jack frowned and cursed and even kicked the door.
'Great,' he muttered, 'now I'm locked out and I've got a broken foot to go with my bruised shin.' He finally grasped the handles and jerked the door open. He threw open the doors and waltzed in, ready to have it out with Anya for the hundredth time since he'd known her. But he hesitated noticing the moon casting light over her small body lying on his bed.
He jutted out his jaw and managed to restrain himself from waking her and yelling at her. Instead he shrugged off his coat and took of his hat, pulled off his boots and made his own way to the bed. But as he came closer, he saw her cheeks were damp and her lips were red and looked as if they'd been bleeding. He slid beneath the sheets and turned away from the sleeping body next to him, the one that he didn't want to touch.
The one he couldn't touch.
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HEY EVERYBODY! Hahaha I made another chapter (this is a huge accomplishment for me! Heehee!) Btw big shout out to all my reviewers but especially to Cloud Person (liz), Brando321, cap'nsparrow'sfeistylass, all American girl 50, cassie, and elvish dream… thanks for the awesome reviews, u guys made my day ^-^ ……
Anyway, another chappie up… and I promise (cross my heart) that I'll post again and it'll be a loooong chapter… I'm gonna start working on it tomorrow. SO yeah, something that one reviewer did that I really liked was that she said what she liked about the story so far… kinda gives me an idea on what to write about more, u know? So anyway, take care, no worries, peace out, love ya'll!!
~*~ STOKES ~*~