Chapter Four
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Tee, hee. This be a really cool chapter! I mean, what can be more fun than flirting with the Captain? :)
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I leaned across the ship's railing and watched the view for a while: the rolling of the cirrus clouds amongst the cerulean skies, the spraying of seawater against the ship; it was all so serene and placid.
"Enjoyin' the view, love?" Jack asked as he stood beside me. His soulful eyes pondered onto mine as he waited for my response.
I took a whiff of the tangy sea breeze and said, "Yes, I am."
Jack took a swig of his rum, squinting at the last few rays of the setting sun.
"I was just wondering but haven't you finished with your rum, just yet?" I couldn't help asking.
"Aye, no. Never could really," He replied, grinning. "Can't get enough of good 'ol rum, ye know."
"Oh,"
Jack took one last swig of his rum then offered me the bottle. "Ye want some?"
"Yeah, sure." I answered as he handed over his half-empty bottle of rum. "Used to drink lots of this stuff back home, you know."
I took a swig of the rum and instantly tasted its bold and distinct flavor. One thing's for sure. And that's this rum is way better than what I used to drink back home. "Where'd you get this stuff? It's really, really good."
"Let's just say that it's because I drank from it?"
"Yeah, right." I said, punching him playfully on the arm.
"Ye know ye can't mess with the Cap'n, love." He said, a knowing look on his face.
"Am I?" I asked in a tone as that of an ignorant little girl's.
"Not quite,"
"Then tell me," I insisted, the bottle of rum still at hand. "Or else I'll, I'll-"
"Or else ye'll what?" He challenged as if he knew that I wouldn't be able to do anything anyway.
"Or else I'll-" I paused and pretended to think. Jack's just so cute when he's like this.
"See, ye can't poss' bly do anything."
"Yeah, right. I'll-"
Before I could say another word, the bottle slipped from my hand, splintering the bottle into shards onto the newly-scrubbed floorboard, not to mention rum spilling all over the place.
Shit.
"Omigod!" I exclaimed, feeling my face heat up. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen. I-"
Without even thinking, I stooped over on my knees and frantically began soaking up the mess I've made using the hem of my dress. "I'm really-"
"Ye know ye didn't hafta do it, love." Jack said, helping me up on my feet. "'T's fine. We'll let someone else do it."
"Why, look at look at what ye've done to that dress of yers!" He said half-jokingly. "'T's all soaked up!"
I glanced at my dress and sure enough, it was soaked with spilled rum.
"Did ye hurt yerself?"
"Uh, no, really." I said, examining a cut that a shard had made on my hand. It was nothing, really. Just a little cut. "I'm fine."
"Ye-"
"Stowaway!" Anamaria cried out from the top deck before Jack could say another word. "There's a stowaway!"
Jack and I, along with the other crewmembers rushed to the side of the deck to see what the commotion was all about. Sure enough, there was a man atop what seemed to be a makeshift raft.
When it finally dawned on me on who this man was, I could've sworn my heart skipped a beat. I just couldn't believe it.
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Who the heck is the stowaway??
I'm not telling ya! ^_^ Ye'll only find out in the fifth chap so watch out for it! r&r please.
***
Tee, hee. This be a really cool chapter! I mean, what can be more fun than flirting with the Captain? :)
***
I leaned across the ship's railing and watched the view for a while: the rolling of the cirrus clouds amongst the cerulean skies, the spraying of seawater against the ship; it was all so serene and placid.
"Enjoyin' the view, love?" Jack asked as he stood beside me. His soulful eyes pondered onto mine as he waited for my response.
I took a whiff of the tangy sea breeze and said, "Yes, I am."
Jack took a swig of his rum, squinting at the last few rays of the setting sun.
"I was just wondering but haven't you finished with your rum, just yet?" I couldn't help asking.
"Aye, no. Never could really," He replied, grinning. "Can't get enough of good 'ol rum, ye know."
"Oh,"
Jack took one last swig of his rum then offered me the bottle. "Ye want some?"
"Yeah, sure." I answered as he handed over his half-empty bottle of rum. "Used to drink lots of this stuff back home, you know."
I took a swig of the rum and instantly tasted its bold and distinct flavor. One thing's for sure. And that's this rum is way better than what I used to drink back home. "Where'd you get this stuff? It's really, really good."
"Let's just say that it's because I drank from it?"
"Yeah, right." I said, punching him playfully on the arm.
"Ye know ye can't mess with the Cap'n, love." He said, a knowing look on his face.
"Am I?" I asked in a tone as that of an ignorant little girl's.
"Not quite,"
"Then tell me," I insisted, the bottle of rum still at hand. "Or else I'll, I'll-"
"Or else ye'll what?" He challenged as if he knew that I wouldn't be able to do anything anyway.
"Or else I'll-" I paused and pretended to think. Jack's just so cute when he's like this.
"See, ye can't poss' bly do anything."
"Yeah, right. I'll-"
Before I could say another word, the bottle slipped from my hand, splintering the bottle into shards onto the newly-scrubbed floorboard, not to mention rum spilling all over the place.
Shit.
"Omigod!" I exclaimed, feeling my face heat up. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen. I-"
Without even thinking, I stooped over on my knees and frantically began soaking up the mess I've made using the hem of my dress. "I'm really-"
"Ye know ye didn't hafta do it, love." Jack said, helping me up on my feet. "'T's fine. We'll let someone else do it."
"Why, look at look at what ye've done to that dress of yers!" He said half-jokingly. "'T's all soaked up!"
I glanced at my dress and sure enough, it was soaked with spilled rum.
"Did ye hurt yerself?"
"Uh, no, really." I said, examining a cut that a shard had made on my hand. It was nothing, really. Just a little cut. "I'm fine."
"Ye-"
"Stowaway!" Anamaria cried out from the top deck before Jack could say another word. "There's a stowaway!"
Jack and I, along with the other crewmembers rushed to the side of the deck to see what the commotion was all about. Sure enough, there was a man atop what seemed to be a makeshift raft.
When it finally dawned on me on who this man was, I could've sworn my heart skipped a beat. I just couldn't believe it.
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Who the heck is the stowaway??
I'm not telling ya! ^_^ Ye'll only find out in the fifth chap so watch out for it! r&r please.