"Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate."
Chapter 3:
Jack Sparrow: "You need to find yourself a girl mate. Or perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you already found one, and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet…You're not a eunuch are you?"
Author's Note: Always loved that quote…it doesn't entirely apply, but hey…it's something. Thanks for all the awesome reviews! I'm truly humbled by all the positive responses I'm getting…
Disclaimer: What I would do if I only owned Pirates…oh…the things many wonderful things…
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"Never been out to sea, then?"
She started and looked up at Sparrow, having been absorbed by her thoughts. "I… I think I was on a ferry once…but that was a few years ago."
His brow furrowed. "A ferry?"
"Yeah," she nodded and looked around, her anxiety starting to grow. This is real… a dream wouldn't go on this long. I know it wouldn't… right?
"Something wrong, love?"
"Just…just…" she started to shake uncontrollably. "I…I don't feel good again," without a thought, she hurried back to the railing, instantly recognizing the queasy feeling in her stomach and the nausea. Leaning over the railing and coughing again - with no results but a raw throat and a stomach that was feeling even worse - Amy felt the world begin to spin around her.
This is all so strange…everything feels so real…so…real…
Letting out a small moan, she slumped over and then felt darkness overtake her…
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Sparrow watched the girl try to retch once more, his eyes still narrowed in confusion. A ferry… must be some kind of ship. And her clothing…that of a man's, but Anamaria wears men's clothing. But what she's wearing isn't anything I've ever seen before. And considering everywhere I've been... He noted that she slumped over and then went limp. He hurried over, but did not reach her until she was already sprawled out on her back, eyes closed and breathing slow and calm. He glanced over the railing, and saw that once again, she had not been able to expel the contents of her stomach. But she had been hungry… there was a good chance that she really didn't have anything to spit out.
"Ye're not just gonna let her lay there, are ye Cap'n?" Anamaria asked from behind him.
Sparrow shook his head. "I may be a pirate, but I'm not about to let an unconscious lass lay on my deck unattended." He crouched and picked her up, slinging Amy over his shoulder and getting to his feet.
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Amy woke slowly, first letting her skin adjust to the unfamiliar material, then allowed her nose to take in the peculiar aromas, and finally she opened her eyes and kept them no larger than small slits, even the dimness of the room was too bright for her liking. She scanned over the various furniture and other objects scattered about the room within her field of vision. Strange. All just a bad dream…the whole bit. Daniel asking me out, going on the date…My eyes are just still fuzzy from waking up.
She let out a sigh and rolled over, only to notice that she was not alone in the bed. Uh… um… glancing down and reassuring that she was still fully dressed, besides her shoes which lay in front of the bed, she took a moment to attempt to remain calm.
He's a full-grown, very muscular, seemingly tan man. And I have no idea who he is, where I am, or how I came to be here. Perhaps if I can see the room I'm in again…
Amy tried to scoot backwards in the bed, watching the sleeping man, unable to see his face as his back was to her, all the while hoping that he would not wake up. It was dark enough that she wouldn't have been able to make out his features even if he had been facing her. She put a hand behind her, feeling for the edge of the bed, only to discover that she already was on it.
Hesitantly slipping a leg out, she tried to ease herself out of the bed, her only reward being the man rolling over and looking right at her.
Amy froze. Plan B…um…wait…I didn't even have a plan A. What do I do, what do I do?
"'Ello love, have a good nap?" he asked and Amy realized who her company was instantly. Seeing a movie multiple times not only enables the viewer to memorize lines, but to recognize actors', and characters' voices.
"W-w-what happened?" she stuttered, scolding herself for not managing to sound calmer.
"Don't remember, do you?"
She shook her head, her emotions and memories still a frenzied blur.
"Probably hit yer head," he moved towards her, stretching forth one of his hands.
Amy reacted instinctively, and screamed, leaning back and falling off the bed. Sparrow flinched and then pulled back the sheets, swinging his legs over the side and hurriedly crouching next to her.
"It's all right love, I won't hurt you," he helped her to sit up, smiling broadly as she slowed her breathing and looked to him with wide eyes.
"Must have been a fall," he massaged the base of her skull, a little confused as he still found no sign of a bump on her head.
Meanwhile, Amy did her best to show all outward signs of being comfortable, but inside…she was huge knot of nerves. What do I do?! I mean…here I am, in Captain Jack Sparrow's cabin…the place I've always kinda wanted to be…but…what do I do? He's massaging me…oh…it feels nice.
She smiled softly, her body finally relaxing a bit, and she leaned against him.
"Love…are you all right?"
"Yeah," she mumbled, keeping her voice tired, in the hopes that she could see what it felt like leaning against Sparrow and yet not be suspected of trying anything. "What time is it?"
"Near midnight, or later. You were out cold after trying to retch the second time. Or…do you not remember that?"
"No, I remember…I just…" she lifted her face and looked up at him…He's so close to me…I can't believe I'm actually leaning against Captain Jack Sparrow…and he's not complaining or…well, he's not doing anything else other than massaging my neck, but I'm not one to complain. "It's a lot to take in."
She watched his look of concern turn slightly lecherous. "The situation or the view, love?"
"Uh…" Amy felt the beginnings of a blush. "Well…both I suppose."
As his grin grew, she started to get edgy. Perhaps that wasn't the right response…
"I am known for being irresistible…" Sparrow leaned down a bit more, his face getting closer and closer by the second.
Amy momentarily gained a spine. But only momentarily. "You don't see me clinging desperately to you or climbing into bed, do you?"
Sparrow paused in his advance, laughing softly. "Aye, but ye are leaning against me and ye were sleeping in my bed just a short time ago."
"I'm tired," she muttered and vainly tried to sit up. "And it wasn't my choice to be in the bed. You put me there."
He pulled her closer. "Now why are ye struggling, love? I'm only planning to give ye a kiss…"
She gulped and knew for a fact that her cheeks were burning. He's going to kiss me?! I…I know I should be jumping for joy and contribute but…to be honest…I don't know how to kiss… "I…I refuse."
"Refuse what?" Sparrow narrowed his eyes and looked to her suspiciously.
"Your kiss. I want my first kiss to be heartfelt and something that I will look back fondly on, not just something stolen by a pirate captain."
The glint of his golden teeth returned. "But you're forgetting one thing, love."
"What's that?"
"That I'm Captain Jack Sparrow…ye'll remember this kiss and swoon."
She watched him lean closer, and then whimpered, sensing his arm across her back loosening. Amy took this opportunity to lean back, then roll to the side.
"No, Sparrow," Amy sat up and tried to look stern, all the while ignoring her racing heart.
"Captain, it's Captain, love."
"Fine, Captain Sparrow, I refuse your kiss. And that settles it." She crossed her arms and looked to the side, closing her eyes. She looked every bit the defiant teenage girl. Since when did I have a spine? Really…but…I can't stop now. Any sort of weakness will be picked up by Sparrow instantly… and I don't need to do that to myself.
"Come on, love. What happened to bein' all agreeable?"
I don't think I'll dignify him with an answer. Amy continued to ignore him, scowling deeper now.
"I know what will cheer ye up," Sparrow got to his feet and then walked over to her.
She heard this and froze. Oh no…I can't run away. He'd catch me…and I can't give in either.
"Time to go back to bed, love," Sparrow crouched down and slid an arm around her shoulders, putting the other under her knees, picking her up, despite her protests.
"Put me down, Sparrow!"
"Captain Sparrow, if you will." He grinned and carried her back over to the bed, his few steps not the least bit hampered by her struggles.
"What do you want with me anyway?" Amy glowered, giving up on her flailing. There was little point to it if she got no results.
Sparrow just grinned down at her, "No time to chat, love. Let's just get back to bed."
He sat down and set her in his lap. She merely continued to glower.
"If I'm to sleep here, I have only one demand."
"Oh," he began to stroke her arm. "And what's that?"
She closed her eyes, trying to ignore his oh-so-tempting movements. "That you give me a knife."
In response, he raised an eyebrow. "And why would ye be needing a knife?"
"To keep any unwanted advances off me. Call it self-preservation."
He looked down at her questionably. "And what unwanted advances are ye imagin' will happen?"
"Any unwanted physical contact from you, Sparrow. Or from your crew. You told them to treat me with due respect. What about you? Are you going to follow your own demands?"
For a few minutes, he merely watched her face, dismayed when he saw that her expression wasn't changing, and in turn, her demand wasn't changing either. "Pick your side of the bed, love."
"I'll take the outside edge."
He nodded. "Then I'll be needin' ye to get off me lap."
She slid off and fought back showing the regret she felt. I can't let him touch me too much…I don't want to be just another woman he beds…besides… She kept her gaze on the floor, listening to Sparrow get back into bed. I don't know what I would do if he did try anything…
"Ye gonna stand there all night, or will ye come to bed, love?"
"Where's my knife?"
He sighed. "How about we make an accord about me not laying a hand on ye without permission. I really don't want ye to jab me or yourself in the middle of the night."
She opened her mouth to give a retort, then closed it, thinking and sitting down on the bed. "Well…I do think that I move in my sleep. Maybe it's best that I don't have a knife. All right…I guess we have an accord," she turned and put out her hand.
"Agreed." Sparrow shook her hand, making her pause for a moment at how small her own was in comparison to his.
It's really warm too…oh no, stop that train of thought…Stop it…
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Oil Pastel: Here's your new chappie! Enjoy!
Ashes Kittyhawk: Glad ye love it…*shrugs* Have to love the shameless self-insertions, eh? Oh well…here ye go!
BreezyHorizons: *grins* I thought I was being crafty with my technique of arriving there. Thought to meself…"Hmm…there is that line about 'not all treasure is silver and gold'…what if someone actually came in a treasure chest and made that line quite literal…" Thus…we have my arrival technique.
Bluesky: Wow! Are there lots of Amy's in your area? *scowls* 'Cause there sure are a lot of them here…grrr…oh well. Guess it's a popular name…
Ariandir: Thanks for the criticisms! I know I need 'em…but I hope this chapter serves to remedy the problem. I did begin to wonder if her reaction was genuine. But now…she finally got over her shock I suppose.
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