Chapter 4:
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I looked myself over in a small hand mirror that I had pick-pocketed a while ago. I had become dirty and almost unhealthy looking. My faded face with soot smudged on it, my greasy oily hair, I looked like a young lad exposed to too much hard work, but then again that was what I was supposed to be right?
I couldn't stand hiding my features; I had lied so much about being a woman that I almost believed I was a man. I wanted to take a bath so bad but if I did I'd be afraid that the feminine side of me would show through. I was lost without a thought in my head, or was it that there were too many in my head to think straight? I don't remember all I knew was that for some reason I felt I had to stay on that ship, I felt connected to it, almost as if the ship were the one who had given birth to me not my mother, god rest her soul.
She always dressed elegantly even when times were sad; she would have never wanted this life for me, dodging officers, hiding my femininity, stealing from people and devoting my life to the code of pirates. She would have scolded me so bad; I snickered at the thought as I placed the mirror in the top drawer under my old cotton shirt.
I thought back on the day; Sparrow had worked me so hard. I felt as if I would pass out several times along the way. What a great Captain he must be to have the trust and allegiance of all who stayed on his ship. What a wonderful accomplishment, one I probably would never have the chance of gaining.
I looked around the room and decided that it was too stuffy to stay in that night so I walked up on deck to allow myself some fresh air. The air was cool and for the first time in the five days that I had been on the ship I let my hair blow in the night breeze. My tangled curls drifted in and out of my face as I starred wondrously up at the stars.
I must've looked considerably like Sparrow from behind because when Will emerged on deck he referred to me as Jack. It was only after I turned around that he had realized I was indeed not his Captain.
"Oh, my mistake."
I forced myself back towards the stars, pulling my bandana further down on my forehead to remove any sight of a woman in me. "Do you often mix your Captain up with other pirates?" I called back to him, trying my best to pick a fight.
"If you have something to say Reynolds, go on and say it." He turned half his body toward me and I permitted a grin to form on my stern face.
"There is no hidden meaning to my question Turner, I simply was curious. That's not a crime is it? To be curious?"
He turned swiftly walking away from me and back into the lower decks. As he retreated I couldn't help but laugh, annoying him and his bonny lass mad me feel like I was still myself.
"Reynolds, can you come here a moment?" Sparrow's booming voice seemed to have sprung out of nowhere and I was left in a perplexed disposition.
"And where might here be?" I shouted back awaiting the voice to reply to me. I could not see anything in the dark mist that had seemed to sweep over the ship unnoticed.
"At the helm, where the bloody hell else would I be?" Sparrow retorted.
I rolled my eyes and wondered in that direction, "I thought maybe you were drunk and had managed to get yourself caught on some rope and were dangling off the back of the ship." Through the darkness I could here a hint of laughter as I ascended up the stairs to the helm. Over the last few days I had become Sparrow's amusement.
"So what is it that you want, Captain?" I said almost halfheartedly.
"I wan you to take the night watch tonight."
"Tonight? Sparrow you've been-." He waved his finger at me and I restated my complaint, "But Captain you've had me at hard work all day, I would much oblige some time to rest."
"Reynolds, Reynolds. If you wanted to relax you should've stayed in your bed chamber."
"But sir-." I protested once more.
"Reynolds! Up you go or its off you go, now get to work."
"Aye Cap'n." I rolled my eyes as I walked down the steps and over to the running rigging. I began to climb up to the crow's nest with nothing on my mind but the sound of the ocean waves beating in its rhythmic way against the sides of the ship.
I sat on my bum and gazed up at the stars, not falling short of a trance. For a moment there I was at peace until I could hear talking bellow. The night fog had settled in and I couldn't see who the two people were but by their tone of voice I could tell that it was Turner and his unbearable lass Elizabeth.
They were in a deep discussion about their problems, which seemed highly amusing to me at the moment so I lay down on my belly and peered over the edge listening in. It seemed that her father wanted her back in Port Royale as soon as possible in hopes that they would finally decide on marriage. "Woo marriage," I had whispered to myself, "these two are a bunch of stiff necks. They really have no idea how to enjoy life."
"BOO!" I shot backwards screaming as Samuel popped up on the crow's nest scaring the crap out of me. I lost my balance and went over tumbling through the air and smacking into the icy night water. "REYNOLDS! MAN OVER BOARD! STARBOARD SIDE!"
I plunged further and further into the water by the second my body numb with the cold. I tried to re-surface but every time I did the waves re-engulfed me. I felt as if I would die. I began to let myself sink; my body had given up on me. I was in a cage, a frozen cage. I was going to die. Just then I felt warm arms appear around my waist and I was pulled from my certain death.
When I opened my eyes I peered up at Turner's shaken disposition, his wet hair dripped on my face. I was saved by my enemy.
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A/N: So how was it? Let me know! Thanks! Ta!
A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed! Here's the next chapter!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my characters!
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I looked myself over in a small hand mirror that I had pick-pocketed a while ago. I had become dirty and almost unhealthy looking. My faded face with soot smudged on it, my greasy oily hair, I looked like a young lad exposed to too much hard work, but then again that was what I was supposed to be right?
I couldn't stand hiding my features; I had lied so much about being a woman that I almost believed I was a man. I wanted to take a bath so bad but if I did I'd be afraid that the feminine side of me would show through. I was lost without a thought in my head, or was it that there were too many in my head to think straight? I don't remember all I knew was that for some reason I felt I had to stay on that ship, I felt connected to it, almost as if the ship were the one who had given birth to me not my mother, god rest her soul.
She always dressed elegantly even when times were sad; she would have never wanted this life for me, dodging officers, hiding my femininity, stealing from people and devoting my life to the code of pirates. She would have scolded me so bad; I snickered at the thought as I placed the mirror in the top drawer under my old cotton shirt.
I thought back on the day; Sparrow had worked me so hard. I felt as if I would pass out several times along the way. What a great Captain he must be to have the trust and allegiance of all who stayed on his ship. What a wonderful accomplishment, one I probably would never have the chance of gaining.
I looked around the room and decided that it was too stuffy to stay in that night so I walked up on deck to allow myself some fresh air. The air was cool and for the first time in the five days that I had been on the ship I let my hair blow in the night breeze. My tangled curls drifted in and out of my face as I starred wondrously up at the stars.
I must've looked considerably like Sparrow from behind because when Will emerged on deck he referred to me as Jack. It was only after I turned around that he had realized I was indeed not his Captain.
"Oh, my mistake."
I forced myself back towards the stars, pulling my bandana further down on my forehead to remove any sight of a woman in me. "Do you often mix your Captain up with other pirates?" I called back to him, trying my best to pick a fight.
"If you have something to say Reynolds, go on and say it." He turned half his body toward me and I permitted a grin to form on my stern face.
"There is no hidden meaning to my question Turner, I simply was curious. That's not a crime is it? To be curious?"
He turned swiftly walking away from me and back into the lower decks. As he retreated I couldn't help but laugh, annoying him and his bonny lass mad me feel like I was still myself.
"Reynolds, can you come here a moment?" Sparrow's booming voice seemed to have sprung out of nowhere and I was left in a perplexed disposition.
"And where might here be?" I shouted back awaiting the voice to reply to me. I could not see anything in the dark mist that had seemed to sweep over the ship unnoticed.
"At the helm, where the bloody hell else would I be?" Sparrow retorted.
I rolled my eyes and wondered in that direction, "I thought maybe you were drunk and had managed to get yourself caught on some rope and were dangling off the back of the ship." Through the darkness I could here a hint of laughter as I ascended up the stairs to the helm. Over the last few days I had become Sparrow's amusement.
"So what is it that you want, Captain?" I said almost halfheartedly.
"I wan you to take the night watch tonight."
"Tonight? Sparrow you've been-." He waved his finger at me and I restated my complaint, "But Captain you've had me at hard work all day, I would much oblige some time to rest."
"Reynolds, Reynolds. If you wanted to relax you should've stayed in your bed chamber."
"But sir-." I protested once more.
"Reynolds! Up you go or its off you go, now get to work."
"Aye Cap'n." I rolled my eyes as I walked down the steps and over to the running rigging. I began to climb up to the crow's nest with nothing on my mind but the sound of the ocean waves beating in its rhythmic way against the sides of the ship.
I sat on my bum and gazed up at the stars, not falling short of a trance. For a moment there I was at peace until I could hear talking bellow. The night fog had settled in and I couldn't see who the two people were but by their tone of voice I could tell that it was Turner and his unbearable lass Elizabeth.
They were in a deep discussion about their problems, which seemed highly amusing to me at the moment so I lay down on my belly and peered over the edge listening in. It seemed that her father wanted her back in Port Royale as soon as possible in hopes that they would finally decide on marriage. "Woo marriage," I had whispered to myself, "these two are a bunch of stiff necks. They really have no idea how to enjoy life."
"BOO!" I shot backwards screaming as Samuel popped up on the crow's nest scaring the crap out of me. I lost my balance and went over tumbling through the air and smacking into the icy night water. "REYNOLDS! MAN OVER BOARD! STARBOARD SIDE!"
I plunged further and further into the water by the second my body numb with the cold. I tried to re-surface but every time I did the waves re-engulfed me. I felt as if I would die. I began to let myself sink; my body had given up on me. I was in a cage, a frozen cage. I was going to die. Just then I felt warm arms appear around my waist and I was pulled from my certain death.
When I opened my eyes I peered up at Turner's shaken disposition, his wet hair dripped on my face. I was saved by my enemy.
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A/N: So how was it? Let me know! Thanks! Ta!
