Chapter 6
"Arlis Island"
Jack runs out to the deck, his heart pounding furiously against his chest. His eyes are glazed over with shock and fear.
"Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs!" he shouts, running around madly.
Gibbs wakes up by the steering wheel and sees a mad Jack running to him.
"Woah, Jack, what be your problem? Why ya running around like a mad dog?" he asks.
Jack stops by Gibbs and draws in a breath.
"Gibbs! Gibbs! I think I've gone mad! I think I'm cursed or messed up in me head!" says Jack, dancing from foot to foot.
"All right, first of all, calm down and sit," says Gibbs, sitting down on the floor.
Jack does.
"All right, what be your problem?" asks Gibbs.
"Well, ya know Luke?" Jack whispered.
"Aye," replied Gibbs.
Jack looked around to see if anyone was near.
"I think I'm falling for him!" whimpers Jack.
Gibbs gives Jack a "you're crazy" look, but shook his head.
"Aye, ya mean as brotherly falling' or what?" asks Gibbs.
"No, like fallin' for a lass kind of thing," says Jack. "I was watching Luke sleep and me eyes roamed over his body as if I were checking out a lass, but before I could stop meself, I felt me heart flutter! What's wrong with me, Gibbs? Am I mad in the head or what?"
Gibbs smiles and shakes his head.
"Be not worrying your head, Jack. I feel a bit drawn to Luke to. There's just something fishy about him, but I don't know what. I must say he has very feministic charms and looks. I think he may be a eunuch, so that's probably why," says Gibbs. "That would explain the squeaky voice, but as for the curvy legs and hips, I am stumped as you are. You're not mad, just tired and hungry for treasure."
Jack let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank ya, Gibbs, I'll be heading back to me cabin to get some sleep. We should be reaching Arlis by day break," says Jack.
He slowly walked into the dark cabin and took off his boots and hat. He carefully crawled into the bed. He looked over at Luke, sleeping peacefully and snoring. Not snoring? That is definitely wrong. Not like a man to not snore. And what was that smell? It smelled like freshly bathed skin.
"Luke's a fruit!" Jack though as he lay down and tried to go to sleep.
The faded orange light of dawn seeped in through the windows. You sat up in bed, seeing Jack still fast asleep. You were a bit disappointed he didn't have his arm around you, but you smiled mischievously. You had the most wonderful dream about you and him. You were dressed in a flowing blue dress and Jack was dressed in his usual. You both were standing on a balcony. Jack was singing you a song when it began raining, soaking your clothes. You and Jack ran into the house, soaking wet. You started a fire in the fireplace. You then removed your soaked dress and are in nothing but your under gown. You sit down near the fireplace, warming yourself. Jack sits beside you. You stare into each other's eyes, then you started kissing then, you stammered to the bedroom, then.
"Luke? Ya awake?" came a soft voice from the other side of the cabin door.
It was AnaMaria. You got up slowly and put on your hat and boots. You checked to make sure your mustache was in place. You then went outside and met AnaMaria.
"Hey AnaMaria," you say sleepily.
"Morning (your name)," she whispers.
You smile at her, remembering now that AnaMaria knew who you really were.
"I've already prepared some provisions. We'll be at Arlis soon," she said, looking out toward the horizon.
You could see the faint outline of an island loom in the distance. Seeing the man in the crow's nest was fast asleep, you shouted as loud as you could.
"Land ho!"
Everyone filed onto deck. Jack stumbled out. Gibbs snapped awake.
"There be Arlis!" cried a man.
Jack clamped a hand on your shoulder.
"There Luke, be treasure and your first real treasure hunt," he says, flashing you a smile.
You look away and blush. You catch AnaMaria's eye. She cocks an eyebrow, and then winks at you.
The ship docks in shallow water near the shore among thick trees, hiding the ship from view. Provisions are loaded into several lifeboats. A few men stay on board to guard the ship. AnaMaria, you, Jack, and Gibbs load a boat and row to shore. Jack stepped out onto the shore and looked around. Large palm trees littered the small island. Little crabs bobbed into sight from rock to rock. Jack took out a map and looked at it. He then took out a compass.
"Well, let's set up camp before we do anything," he says.
Everyone sets up camp among a clearing in the trees. You and AnaMaria pitch up tents while Jack and some of the men make a fire.
"Luke, go back to the lifeboat we were in and fetch me rum," says Jack.
You nod your head and head out to the boat. You bend over and pick up a bottle of rum and look up. There, distant yet distinguishable, is another ship. You drop the bottle of rum and run back to the camp.
"Jack! Jack! There's another ship!" you shout.
Jack grabs a spyglass and runs back to the lifeboats while others follow. You stand next to him as he looks through the spyglass toward the ship.
"Great," muttered Jack.
"Who it be, Captain?" asked Gibbs.
"Captain Fletcher," says Jack.
You turn to AnaMaria. Her eyes are wide with fear.
"Who's that?" you whisper.
"He's a terrible pirate, almost as bad as Barbosa, but more ruthless," says AnaMaria.
You gulp and stare back at the ship. What will happen now?
"Arlis Island"
Jack runs out to the deck, his heart pounding furiously against his chest. His eyes are glazed over with shock and fear.
"Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs!" he shouts, running around madly.
Gibbs wakes up by the steering wheel and sees a mad Jack running to him.
"Woah, Jack, what be your problem? Why ya running around like a mad dog?" he asks.
Jack stops by Gibbs and draws in a breath.
"Gibbs! Gibbs! I think I've gone mad! I think I'm cursed or messed up in me head!" says Jack, dancing from foot to foot.
"All right, first of all, calm down and sit," says Gibbs, sitting down on the floor.
Jack does.
"All right, what be your problem?" asks Gibbs.
"Well, ya know Luke?" Jack whispered.
"Aye," replied Gibbs.
Jack looked around to see if anyone was near.
"I think I'm falling for him!" whimpers Jack.
Gibbs gives Jack a "you're crazy" look, but shook his head.
"Aye, ya mean as brotherly falling' or what?" asks Gibbs.
"No, like fallin' for a lass kind of thing," says Jack. "I was watching Luke sleep and me eyes roamed over his body as if I were checking out a lass, but before I could stop meself, I felt me heart flutter! What's wrong with me, Gibbs? Am I mad in the head or what?"
Gibbs smiles and shakes his head.
"Be not worrying your head, Jack. I feel a bit drawn to Luke to. There's just something fishy about him, but I don't know what. I must say he has very feministic charms and looks. I think he may be a eunuch, so that's probably why," says Gibbs. "That would explain the squeaky voice, but as for the curvy legs and hips, I am stumped as you are. You're not mad, just tired and hungry for treasure."
Jack let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank ya, Gibbs, I'll be heading back to me cabin to get some sleep. We should be reaching Arlis by day break," says Jack.
He slowly walked into the dark cabin and took off his boots and hat. He carefully crawled into the bed. He looked over at Luke, sleeping peacefully and snoring. Not snoring? That is definitely wrong. Not like a man to not snore. And what was that smell? It smelled like freshly bathed skin.
"Luke's a fruit!" Jack though as he lay down and tried to go to sleep.
The faded orange light of dawn seeped in through the windows. You sat up in bed, seeing Jack still fast asleep. You were a bit disappointed he didn't have his arm around you, but you smiled mischievously. You had the most wonderful dream about you and him. You were dressed in a flowing blue dress and Jack was dressed in his usual. You both were standing on a balcony. Jack was singing you a song when it began raining, soaking your clothes. You and Jack ran into the house, soaking wet. You started a fire in the fireplace. You then removed your soaked dress and are in nothing but your under gown. You sit down near the fireplace, warming yourself. Jack sits beside you. You stare into each other's eyes, then you started kissing then, you stammered to the bedroom, then.
"Luke? Ya awake?" came a soft voice from the other side of the cabin door.
It was AnaMaria. You got up slowly and put on your hat and boots. You checked to make sure your mustache was in place. You then went outside and met AnaMaria.
"Hey AnaMaria," you say sleepily.
"Morning (your name)," she whispers.
You smile at her, remembering now that AnaMaria knew who you really were.
"I've already prepared some provisions. We'll be at Arlis soon," she said, looking out toward the horizon.
You could see the faint outline of an island loom in the distance. Seeing the man in the crow's nest was fast asleep, you shouted as loud as you could.
"Land ho!"
Everyone filed onto deck. Jack stumbled out. Gibbs snapped awake.
"There be Arlis!" cried a man.
Jack clamped a hand on your shoulder.
"There Luke, be treasure and your first real treasure hunt," he says, flashing you a smile.
You look away and blush. You catch AnaMaria's eye. She cocks an eyebrow, and then winks at you.
The ship docks in shallow water near the shore among thick trees, hiding the ship from view. Provisions are loaded into several lifeboats. A few men stay on board to guard the ship. AnaMaria, you, Jack, and Gibbs load a boat and row to shore. Jack stepped out onto the shore and looked around. Large palm trees littered the small island. Little crabs bobbed into sight from rock to rock. Jack took out a map and looked at it. He then took out a compass.
"Well, let's set up camp before we do anything," he says.
Everyone sets up camp among a clearing in the trees. You and AnaMaria pitch up tents while Jack and some of the men make a fire.
"Luke, go back to the lifeboat we were in and fetch me rum," says Jack.
You nod your head and head out to the boat. You bend over and pick up a bottle of rum and look up. There, distant yet distinguishable, is another ship. You drop the bottle of rum and run back to the camp.
"Jack! Jack! There's another ship!" you shout.
Jack grabs a spyglass and runs back to the lifeboats while others follow. You stand next to him as he looks through the spyglass toward the ship.
"Great," muttered Jack.
"Who it be, Captain?" asked Gibbs.
"Captain Fletcher," says Jack.
You turn to AnaMaria. Her eyes are wide with fear.
"Who's that?" you whisper.
"He's a terrible pirate, almost as bad as Barbosa, but more ruthless," says AnaMaria.
You gulp and stare back at the ship. What will happen now?
