A/N: OoOoOo...What could be coming next...
I looked Jack dead in the eye, lost for words. I did the first sensible thing I could think of. I slapped him, and then ran from the room. I wouldn't cry, I couldn't. But I felt the tears welling up in me, and it took all I had not to burst out crying. I sensed that someone was walking up behind me. I knew the sound of his boots, on the wood, and when I felt his hand on my shoulder, I shrugged it off. "I shouldn't have said that." I ignored his words. The damage was done. "And it shouldn't matter if I am a pirate or not, you are." I turned back to him and forced the tears back. "All right, Jack Sparrow. We have a day or two until we reach Port Royal. And if I am going to live with pirates, I might as well be one. Feel like playing teacher?" Jack raise his eyebrows at me, "I wouldn't do that Jack, I'm far too tempted to cut those right off."
Jack made a small yelping noise, and jumped back. We both laughed. "And when I'm a pirate, there's no reason for me to stick around." I looked at Jack closely, to see his reaction to my words. He didn't do anything. After a while he shrugged his shoulders and grinned. I hated that grin as well. "Well then, what's more to learn? You can sail, you can do house work, you can sword fight...You can, can't you?" I pulled out the cutlass Jack had given me. "Don't you remember, or do I have to refresh your memory?" And so it began. Jack started to teach me the fine arts of acting like a pirate. I learned, not only how to look drunk, and be sober, but how to not have your actions get the best of you. It was almost pointless, I'll admit, but it filled the last two days with something other than worrying thoughts. I worked on the boat; Jason's eye followed me all the time. He was my brother, and I loved him. But he was cruel. I doubt that I could have used the privy without him jumping and complaining.
No one knew about my miscarriage. I planned to keep it that way. When we pulled into Port Royal, I wasn't very happy, but Jason was smiling, along with my other cousins, going on about how happy they were to have me back. A baby girl named Hope was born in their absence. Katherine had her fist daughter. And three days after our return, David and his beautiful wife, Kate, had their second child, a boy they named Zachary. William and Elizabeth had been planing a party to celebrate. Once again I found myself in a tight corset and dress. This one was quite like the one Barbosa and worm had forced me to put on, only it was not as low, thank god, and fitted my curves a bit more. It wasn't as puffy, and shimmered due to the silky fibers when I walked. I said the dress was somewhat decent, but the bodice was an either other thing. I felt like I was wearing almost nothing the martial was so thin. After changing, and putting on the foolish shoes, Elizabeth knocked on my door. She didn't wait for me to argue. Before I knew it, my face was covered in makeup. Powder was poured onto my face, and I felt like a ghost.
Elizabeth made me change my dress. The black fabric was gray with powder. She pulled a midnight blue dress, with tight, long sleeves over my head. This thing was so low; the bodice was too high to wear. I refused to wear one any lower than what I had on. So, I was pulled in and out of several other dresses, when another knock came at the door. At the moment I had a white dress on, so white it hurt my eyes to look in the mirror, and my hair looked black against it. I had a different corset on; this one was pulled tight by both Elizabeth and Tara, leaving me little breathing options. Alice, one of my less liked cousins and Katherine's sister, popped her head in and stood in awe at me in my dress. "What?" I was rather touchy at the time, having been poked, powdered, and painted to death, I wasn't happy at all. Elizabeth started to comb my hair once more, and Alice went on and on about how beautiful I looked. Like I said, it hurt to look in the mirror, so I had refused to look at my self, even now that all the makeup, or paint, as I called it, had been reapplied and my hair was tamed.
Jason soon came in, and he looked so shocked, I got tired of seeing his mouth open, and pushed him out the door. When I turned back, I looked in the mirror. My skin was only lightly tanned, and it looked real, not powdered. My hair was placed, piled almost elegantly on my head, and my neck was gracefully relaxed, but suddenly 9it tensed, as I realized that it was me in the mirror. Tara clapped her hands, and Elizabeth bowed to the applause. "Be happy, Abby. Not many women will be happy to see you so well dressed and groomed. They'll lose their husbands because of you." I was still looking in the mirror, too shocked to move. But Elizabeth made my feet move, and walked me down the hallway. She said I had to introduce myself as Rebecca Stevens, because many of the people who had showed up weren't invited, and were noblemen and women. Many were soldiers, and they had to change names around.
So I did as they told me to. I walked to the stairs in the parlor, right after Elizabeth and William went down. There were pairs all over the floor and I felt foolish standing there alone. The announcer said my name, and heads turned. The music nearly halted, and I felt my cheeks glow red. I quickly went down the stairs, almost tripping over myself. At once two men put their arms out to me, but I kindly refused, and walked to the most empty part of the house, and stared out the window. The stars were out, and the breeze was warm. It would be a wonderful night to be out sailing. I felt someone watching me, and almost yelled at what I saw. It was wrong, it was scary. It was Jack Sparrow, in formal wear. His hair was a bit wild, trimmed, and back in a neat ponytail. His face was washed clean, and all the junk that used to hang from him was gone. He didn't even have kohl under his eyes. He looked almost like a nobleman. I laughed, "I see they didn't spare either of us, Captain." I didn't dare to say his name out loud.
Jack answered in his ascent, at least that was the same. "And William will have a very nice egg on his head for doing so by tomorrow." I smiled. "So, Rebecca, how do you like the person they made you be?" I sighed, "No more than I like Barbosa." I went back to looking out the window. Jack stood next to me, and we just watched the clouds pass before the full moon. "It would be one heck of a night to miss on the sea." Jack turned to me, a grin on his face. "You'd give all this up, just to be on a ship?" I nodded, not turning away from the window. "A pirate would have to be crazy not to." I heard Jason talking loudly, no doubt boasting to someone about me. I felt Jack squeeze my hand, and suddenly, he was no longer there. I turned and saw Jason walking with another man towards me. This man was dressed in an old uniform. He was at least twice my age, and his hair was slightly gray. "Ah, yes. Mr. Grover, this is my sister, Rebecca. Rebecca, Mr. Grover and I were just discussing you." I looked from Mr. Grover, to my brother. And then I suddenly knew.
I looked Jack dead in the eye, lost for words. I did the first sensible thing I could think of. I slapped him, and then ran from the room. I wouldn't cry, I couldn't. But I felt the tears welling up in me, and it took all I had not to burst out crying. I sensed that someone was walking up behind me. I knew the sound of his boots, on the wood, and when I felt his hand on my shoulder, I shrugged it off. "I shouldn't have said that." I ignored his words. The damage was done. "And it shouldn't matter if I am a pirate or not, you are." I turned back to him and forced the tears back. "All right, Jack Sparrow. We have a day or two until we reach Port Royal. And if I am going to live with pirates, I might as well be one. Feel like playing teacher?" Jack raise his eyebrows at me, "I wouldn't do that Jack, I'm far too tempted to cut those right off."
Jack made a small yelping noise, and jumped back. We both laughed. "And when I'm a pirate, there's no reason for me to stick around." I looked at Jack closely, to see his reaction to my words. He didn't do anything. After a while he shrugged his shoulders and grinned. I hated that grin as well. "Well then, what's more to learn? You can sail, you can do house work, you can sword fight...You can, can't you?" I pulled out the cutlass Jack had given me. "Don't you remember, or do I have to refresh your memory?" And so it began. Jack started to teach me the fine arts of acting like a pirate. I learned, not only how to look drunk, and be sober, but how to not have your actions get the best of you. It was almost pointless, I'll admit, but it filled the last two days with something other than worrying thoughts. I worked on the boat; Jason's eye followed me all the time. He was my brother, and I loved him. But he was cruel. I doubt that I could have used the privy without him jumping and complaining.
No one knew about my miscarriage. I planned to keep it that way. When we pulled into Port Royal, I wasn't very happy, but Jason was smiling, along with my other cousins, going on about how happy they were to have me back. A baby girl named Hope was born in their absence. Katherine had her fist daughter. And three days after our return, David and his beautiful wife, Kate, had their second child, a boy they named Zachary. William and Elizabeth had been planing a party to celebrate. Once again I found myself in a tight corset and dress. This one was quite like the one Barbosa and worm had forced me to put on, only it was not as low, thank god, and fitted my curves a bit more. It wasn't as puffy, and shimmered due to the silky fibers when I walked. I said the dress was somewhat decent, but the bodice was an either other thing. I felt like I was wearing almost nothing the martial was so thin. After changing, and putting on the foolish shoes, Elizabeth knocked on my door. She didn't wait for me to argue. Before I knew it, my face was covered in makeup. Powder was poured onto my face, and I felt like a ghost.
Elizabeth made me change my dress. The black fabric was gray with powder. She pulled a midnight blue dress, with tight, long sleeves over my head. This thing was so low; the bodice was too high to wear. I refused to wear one any lower than what I had on. So, I was pulled in and out of several other dresses, when another knock came at the door. At the moment I had a white dress on, so white it hurt my eyes to look in the mirror, and my hair looked black against it. I had a different corset on; this one was pulled tight by both Elizabeth and Tara, leaving me little breathing options. Alice, one of my less liked cousins and Katherine's sister, popped her head in and stood in awe at me in my dress. "What?" I was rather touchy at the time, having been poked, powdered, and painted to death, I wasn't happy at all. Elizabeth started to comb my hair once more, and Alice went on and on about how beautiful I looked. Like I said, it hurt to look in the mirror, so I had refused to look at my self, even now that all the makeup, or paint, as I called it, had been reapplied and my hair was tamed.
Jason soon came in, and he looked so shocked, I got tired of seeing his mouth open, and pushed him out the door. When I turned back, I looked in the mirror. My skin was only lightly tanned, and it looked real, not powdered. My hair was placed, piled almost elegantly on my head, and my neck was gracefully relaxed, but suddenly 9it tensed, as I realized that it was me in the mirror. Tara clapped her hands, and Elizabeth bowed to the applause. "Be happy, Abby. Not many women will be happy to see you so well dressed and groomed. They'll lose their husbands because of you." I was still looking in the mirror, too shocked to move. But Elizabeth made my feet move, and walked me down the hallway. She said I had to introduce myself as Rebecca Stevens, because many of the people who had showed up weren't invited, and were noblemen and women. Many were soldiers, and they had to change names around.
So I did as they told me to. I walked to the stairs in the parlor, right after Elizabeth and William went down. There were pairs all over the floor and I felt foolish standing there alone. The announcer said my name, and heads turned. The music nearly halted, and I felt my cheeks glow red. I quickly went down the stairs, almost tripping over myself. At once two men put their arms out to me, but I kindly refused, and walked to the most empty part of the house, and stared out the window. The stars were out, and the breeze was warm. It would be a wonderful night to be out sailing. I felt someone watching me, and almost yelled at what I saw. It was wrong, it was scary. It was Jack Sparrow, in formal wear. His hair was a bit wild, trimmed, and back in a neat ponytail. His face was washed clean, and all the junk that used to hang from him was gone. He didn't even have kohl under his eyes. He looked almost like a nobleman. I laughed, "I see they didn't spare either of us, Captain." I didn't dare to say his name out loud.
Jack answered in his ascent, at least that was the same. "And William will have a very nice egg on his head for doing so by tomorrow." I smiled. "So, Rebecca, how do you like the person they made you be?" I sighed, "No more than I like Barbosa." I went back to looking out the window. Jack stood next to me, and we just watched the clouds pass before the full moon. "It would be one heck of a night to miss on the sea." Jack turned to me, a grin on his face. "You'd give all this up, just to be on a ship?" I nodded, not turning away from the window. "A pirate would have to be crazy not to." I heard Jason talking loudly, no doubt boasting to someone about me. I felt Jack squeeze my hand, and suddenly, he was no longer there. I turned and saw Jason walking with another man towards me. This man was dressed in an old uniform. He was at least twice my age, and his hair was slightly gray. "Ah, yes. Mr. Grover, this is my sister, Rebecca. Rebecca, Mr. Grover and I were just discussing you." I looked from Mr. Grover, to my brother. And then I suddenly knew.
