Chapter 3
"Rum & Slumber Parties with Pirates"
You head below deck and clamber into the kitchen. AnaMaria is already in there boiling up water and peeling potatoes.
"Always the same thing everyday!" you hear her hiss.
She sees you and wipes her brow with her hand.
"You be Luke?" she asks.
"Yes," you say.
"Well, I won't be takin' to kindly to any wrong moves or back talking. Now ya either help me boil up some potatoes and figure out to do with them fish, or I'll have ya clean the entire kitchen!" she says.
"Yes, mam," you say.
She cocks an eyebrow at you.
"Where ya tryin' to get at by calling me mam?" she asks you.
"Oh, I don't mean to get anywhere. I was just raised that way," you say.
There's a short silence.
"Well, I appreciate it. Every man on here is a drunk or pervert or pig, 'specially that jack Sparrow!" says AnaMaria.
You walk over to the fish, which looks fresh.
"Did you buy these at the market?" you ask.
"Oh, no caught them meself," AnaMaria beams.
"Wow! I wish I could learn how to fish. Never really had time to do so, although I have been hunting a few times," you say, suddenly hearing your own words.
"Great, she probably thinks I'm a sissy boy since I don't know how to fish," you think.
"I'll teach ya when there is time," says AnaMaria. "Got any ideas on how to prepare the fish. I've been tired of making fish soup."
You scrunch your nose up at the thought of eating stale water and fish parts. Your mother was an excellent cook and so was your father. You scanned your mind for any recipes for fish and snap your fingers when you think of one.
You clean the fish, eew, and remove the bones. You then toss on some flour and spice and fry them. Once the fish are done, you add a dash of lemon juice and rum. This recipe was your grandmother's on your father's side of the family. AnaMaria smiles over your shoulder as you set up the table.
"I be jealous! Haven't seen or smelt food that good in a while. I bet it tastes wonderful as well," she says as you place the plates down.
"Thank you, mam," you say.
AnaMaria smiled and placed several mugs of rum on the table. She then walked over to a bell and rang it.
"Come and get it ya pigs!" she yelled up the stairs to the deck.
You heard a pound of what seemed thunder on the deck. You watched as the crew ran down the flight of stairs like a pack of hungry, rabid wolves. Jack struts in and sees everyone sitting at the table, eagerly waiting for him to give them the go-ahead to eat. He sat down at the end of the table and looked at the food.
"Wow! Someone surely outdid themselves for dinner," you hear him say.
He nods his head and you watch in horror as all the men began wolfing down their food and chugging down rum. You eat slowly and try not to watch anyone else eat. You hesitate at the rum. You had only small sips of it before, but it gave you such a headache then. You carefully sniff it and see a few men staring at you.
"What?" you ask one of them.
"Ya gonna drink it or wish in it?" the man said, everyone starring at you and the noise stopping.
"I.uh.never had rum before," you say sheepishly.
Everyone begins to laugh. You sit your mug down and twitch your mustache.
"Why is that so funny?" you growl, your manly voice going a bit shaky.
Jack comes up to you and drapes an arm around your shoulders.
"Calm down, ladd. We all been there before, but once ya tasted the devil's juice, ya never go back! Here, try it!" he says, lifting up your mug closer to your mouth.
You take it and take a sip, tasting a bitter taste. As it goes down though, it seems to warm your whole insides. You take another sip, though large than before.
"See, I told ya you'd like it!" Jack says, patting you on the back.
Three bottles later, you're singing along with everyone on deck. Even AnaMaria joins in.
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. Maraud and embezzle and even highjack. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We kindle and char and in flame and ignite. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. We burn up the city, we're really a fright. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We're rascals and scoundrels, we're villains and knaves. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. We're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads, Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads, Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me"
You laugh as everyone drunkenly walks off to go to sleep or to take up night watches. You and AnaMaria clean the dishes, giggling now and then and humming the song you sang a-thousand times in the last few hours.
You start to sober up a bit and see a strand of hair fall out from your hat. You push it back in and hold your head. It was spinning. You check to make sure your mustache is still on. Yes, it is. Jack comes up to humming the song.
"Arrg! Me be happy!" he says a bit drunkenly.
He must have had ten bottles of rum. You smile at him.
"Well, I best show ya where you'll be bunking at for tonight," he says.
You follow him to the Captain's Quarters. Inside, the room is cozy with several bookshelves and a large, soft-looking bed. You see several cases in the corner and suspect that that is the best rum. A small door, you suspect, leads to a small bathroom. You spot your pillowcase on the floor next to the bed. Jack plops down and removes his shoes.
"Aye, me feet hurt from all that dancing," he says, flexing his feet.
You watch him with severe interest. This man was so weird, yet so mysterious in a good way. He begins to remove his dirty white shirt and you hold back a gasp as your eyes travel overt he firm, tanned chest and incredible abs.
"Control yourself! Remember, think like a guy and act like a guy!" you tell yourself.
You bend down and untie the not in the pillowcase and begin rummaging through it for a clean shirt. You hide your brush in a shirt and take it. You hear a belt buckle and dare not look up as you know Jack is changing into some different pants.
"That be better," he says.
You look up and stand up. He's wearing a simple black shirt and black pants. His hat is off and only his bandana remains.
"Um, may I change in your restroom?" you ask him, pointing to the door.
Jack gives you a strange look, but nods his head.
"Go right ahead," he says.
"Thank you," you say as you walk to the door and go inside.
You lock the door and take off your hat. You remove your bandana and let your hair down. You remove the mustache and pour water from a small pitcher into a basin. Your wash your face, removing all the dirt and sweat. You take off both shirts and the pants. You kick off your boots and wash your feet. You wash every part of your body and them comb your hair. You grimace at the slight tangles. You carefully put it back into a tight bun and replace the bandana over it. You put on a faded green shirt and blue pants. You melt some candle wax from a candle you stole from the kitchen and replaced the mustache. You then took a look in the mirror and then headed back out.
You placed your dirty clothes back into your pillowcase and looked around. Jack was sitting on his bed, starring at you.
"Um, where do I sleep?" you ask.
Jack smiles.
"You be bunking in me bed. Floor's uncomfortable and I'd feel bad if I put me new mate somewhere uncomfortable," he says.
You choke and stare at him.
"Great, sleeping in the same bed with the same man who I think is handsome who thinks I'm just another bloody pirate. Pirate, hah, I like that. Oh well, just like slumber party, except with a pirate," you think.
You reluctantly climb into the bed. Jack is already under the covers, his back facing you. You pull the covers up to you and have your back facing his.
"Night Jack," you say.
"Night Luke," says Jack.
You blow out the candle near you and close your eyes. If only he knew who you were. If only.
"Rum & Slumber Parties with Pirates"
You head below deck and clamber into the kitchen. AnaMaria is already in there boiling up water and peeling potatoes.
"Always the same thing everyday!" you hear her hiss.
She sees you and wipes her brow with her hand.
"You be Luke?" she asks.
"Yes," you say.
"Well, I won't be takin' to kindly to any wrong moves or back talking. Now ya either help me boil up some potatoes and figure out to do with them fish, or I'll have ya clean the entire kitchen!" she says.
"Yes, mam," you say.
She cocks an eyebrow at you.
"Where ya tryin' to get at by calling me mam?" she asks you.
"Oh, I don't mean to get anywhere. I was just raised that way," you say.
There's a short silence.
"Well, I appreciate it. Every man on here is a drunk or pervert or pig, 'specially that jack Sparrow!" says AnaMaria.
You walk over to the fish, which looks fresh.
"Did you buy these at the market?" you ask.
"Oh, no caught them meself," AnaMaria beams.
"Wow! I wish I could learn how to fish. Never really had time to do so, although I have been hunting a few times," you say, suddenly hearing your own words.
"Great, she probably thinks I'm a sissy boy since I don't know how to fish," you think.
"I'll teach ya when there is time," says AnaMaria. "Got any ideas on how to prepare the fish. I've been tired of making fish soup."
You scrunch your nose up at the thought of eating stale water and fish parts. Your mother was an excellent cook and so was your father. You scanned your mind for any recipes for fish and snap your fingers when you think of one.
You clean the fish, eew, and remove the bones. You then toss on some flour and spice and fry them. Once the fish are done, you add a dash of lemon juice and rum. This recipe was your grandmother's on your father's side of the family. AnaMaria smiles over your shoulder as you set up the table.
"I be jealous! Haven't seen or smelt food that good in a while. I bet it tastes wonderful as well," she says as you place the plates down.
"Thank you, mam," you say.
AnaMaria smiled and placed several mugs of rum on the table. She then walked over to a bell and rang it.
"Come and get it ya pigs!" she yelled up the stairs to the deck.
You heard a pound of what seemed thunder on the deck. You watched as the crew ran down the flight of stairs like a pack of hungry, rabid wolves. Jack struts in and sees everyone sitting at the table, eagerly waiting for him to give them the go-ahead to eat. He sat down at the end of the table and looked at the food.
"Wow! Someone surely outdid themselves for dinner," you hear him say.
He nods his head and you watch in horror as all the men began wolfing down their food and chugging down rum. You eat slowly and try not to watch anyone else eat. You hesitate at the rum. You had only small sips of it before, but it gave you such a headache then. You carefully sniff it and see a few men staring at you.
"What?" you ask one of them.
"Ya gonna drink it or wish in it?" the man said, everyone starring at you and the noise stopping.
"I.uh.never had rum before," you say sheepishly.
Everyone begins to laugh. You sit your mug down and twitch your mustache.
"Why is that so funny?" you growl, your manly voice going a bit shaky.
Jack comes up to you and drapes an arm around your shoulders.
"Calm down, ladd. We all been there before, but once ya tasted the devil's juice, ya never go back! Here, try it!" he says, lifting up your mug closer to your mouth.
You take it and take a sip, tasting a bitter taste. As it goes down though, it seems to warm your whole insides. You take another sip, though large than before.
"See, I told ya you'd like it!" Jack says, patting you on the back.
Three bottles later, you're singing along with everyone on deck. Even AnaMaria joins in.
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. Maraud and embezzle and even highjack. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We kindle and char and in flame and ignite. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. We burn up the city, we're really a fright. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We're rascals and scoundrels, we're villains and knaves. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. We're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads, Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads, Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me"
You laugh as everyone drunkenly walks off to go to sleep or to take up night watches. You and AnaMaria clean the dishes, giggling now and then and humming the song you sang a-thousand times in the last few hours.
You start to sober up a bit and see a strand of hair fall out from your hat. You push it back in and hold your head. It was spinning. You check to make sure your mustache is still on. Yes, it is. Jack comes up to humming the song.
"Arrg! Me be happy!" he says a bit drunkenly.
He must have had ten bottles of rum. You smile at him.
"Well, I best show ya where you'll be bunking at for tonight," he says.
You follow him to the Captain's Quarters. Inside, the room is cozy with several bookshelves and a large, soft-looking bed. You see several cases in the corner and suspect that that is the best rum. A small door, you suspect, leads to a small bathroom. You spot your pillowcase on the floor next to the bed. Jack plops down and removes his shoes.
"Aye, me feet hurt from all that dancing," he says, flexing his feet.
You watch him with severe interest. This man was so weird, yet so mysterious in a good way. He begins to remove his dirty white shirt and you hold back a gasp as your eyes travel overt he firm, tanned chest and incredible abs.
"Control yourself! Remember, think like a guy and act like a guy!" you tell yourself.
You bend down and untie the not in the pillowcase and begin rummaging through it for a clean shirt. You hide your brush in a shirt and take it. You hear a belt buckle and dare not look up as you know Jack is changing into some different pants.
"That be better," he says.
You look up and stand up. He's wearing a simple black shirt and black pants. His hat is off and only his bandana remains.
"Um, may I change in your restroom?" you ask him, pointing to the door.
Jack gives you a strange look, but nods his head.
"Go right ahead," he says.
"Thank you," you say as you walk to the door and go inside.
You lock the door and take off your hat. You remove your bandana and let your hair down. You remove the mustache and pour water from a small pitcher into a basin. Your wash your face, removing all the dirt and sweat. You take off both shirts and the pants. You kick off your boots and wash your feet. You wash every part of your body and them comb your hair. You grimace at the slight tangles. You carefully put it back into a tight bun and replace the bandana over it. You put on a faded green shirt and blue pants. You melt some candle wax from a candle you stole from the kitchen and replaced the mustache. You then took a look in the mirror and then headed back out.
You placed your dirty clothes back into your pillowcase and looked around. Jack was sitting on his bed, starring at you.
"Um, where do I sleep?" you ask.
Jack smiles.
"You be bunking in me bed. Floor's uncomfortable and I'd feel bad if I put me new mate somewhere uncomfortable," he says.
You choke and stare at him.
"Great, sleeping in the same bed with the same man who I think is handsome who thinks I'm just another bloody pirate. Pirate, hah, I like that. Oh well, just like slumber party, except with a pirate," you think.
You reluctantly climb into the bed. Jack is already under the covers, his back facing you. You pull the covers up to you and have your back facing his.
"Night Jack," you say.
"Night Luke," says Jack.
You blow out the candle near you and close your eyes. If only he knew who you were. If only.
