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Chapter Three: The Escape, the Memories and the Incident
I spent a lot of the next day daydreaming, with a slightly worried tone to it. Miss Maycomer wasn't going to be happy with me and the sight pleased and worried me. She's not one you would want to get mad. I should know. She's already hates me because of all the silver bangles I have been collecting (most recent one was a tip from yesterday), the ring Jack gave me when I was seven, and the cutlass that never left the belt on my waist. She has a very Port Royal-ish attitude on pirates, and the only reason she puts up with them is because they pay her well. She could make my life as miserable as possible.
But then I got kept getting that picture of Jack into my mind. Right before he left, with me still in his arms. He had his boyish grin on, and his eyes held a mischievous glint, but also a sort of sadness, like he didn't want to leave.
I absolutely refused to let myself think of Jack for the rest of the day, but when he walked in. there was no way I could ignore my hammering heart. He walked right up to the bar, right to me.
I turned to Bernard, who was coming out of the kitchen. I nodded, and he turned right around, grinning.
"What'll it be, sir?" I asked, as I reached for the rum.
He grinned, making my hand slip on the bottle, as he said, "Pint o' rum, luv."
I could feel Miss Maycomer's eyes on me, so I acted like I usually did when a good-looking guy came in. I flirted. Not that I need an excuse.
"Here you are, sir." I said, smiling.
"Thank ye, luv." He said. "Are ye ready?" He asked in an undertone. When I nodded, he made to get up. "Well, let's be getting out of here."
I pushed him back into his seat. "Are you mad?" I hissed. "Not with Power Paddle watching."
Jack sat down, looking confused. "Power Paddle?" He asked.
I nodded towards Miss Maycomer. "She carries a wooden paddle around with her," I said "And that thing hurts when you get a whack or two. So I nicknamed her Power Paddle."
Jack laughed as Bernard ran out of the kitchen. "Miss Maycomer, we have a slight problem in the kitchen." He said, and followed her in.
"Now we can go." I said, and followed him out the door.
"So you told him before hand that a fire would be good?" Jack asked. I nodded. "Not bad for someone out of practice."
"I'm not out of practice!" I said, following him down the street.
"Kate, you haven't been a proper pirate since you were nine." He said.
"I see I have loads of support from you." I said, every word dripping with sarcasm.
"Aw, come on, luv." He stopped and turned me towards him, pulling me awfully closed in the process. "Ye and I both know that yer the best female pirate in the Caribbean." As he said this, I felt his hands leave my shoulders and travel down my back, and come to rest at my waist. I was definitely aware of them, but did nothing to move them.
"And ye've turned into a beautiful young woman, Miss Turner." He said, and I was alarmed by the sudden properness in his voice. He had never called me anything but Kate and Kiss-Up Kate. Well, and luv. But Jack calls all females luv. It's like a pronoun with him.
Jack abruptly let go of me and started walking again. I followed, still thinking about the incident.
He led me to the Pearl. She looked beautiful. Her sails blended in with the night, her paint still fresh. She looked like it did years ago, back when Dad was alive.
Jack must have seen me stare, because he said, "Beautiful isn't she."
I nodded, not being able to express how I really felt. It was a sort of bittersweetness, the good mingled with the bad. I remembered where they threw Dad off, where I was hiding at the time. I saw where I was standing when I heard tell of marooning Jack, and the mutiny. I remembered running to him, telling him, and how he told me it would never happen. Then, I saw where I was standing when I last saw Jack, when he was shrinking in the distance.
As we boarded, I mentally scolded myself, pushing back tears. I told myself that I wouldn't think about then, the day my life turned bad, and I had broken my promise after six years of not.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't pay attention to where I was walking. I just went where Jack told me to go. When he told me to lie down, and get some rest, I fell onto the bed, and fell right asleep. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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Chapter Three: The Escape, the Memories and the Incident
I spent a lot of the next day daydreaming, with a slightly worried tone to it. Miss Maycomer wasn't going to be happy with me and the sight pleased and worried me. She's not one you would want to get mad. I should know. She's already hates me because of all the silver bangles I have been collecting (most recent one was a tip from yesterday), the ring Jack gave me when I was seven, and the cutlass that never left the belt on my waist. She has a very Port Royal-ish attitude on pirates, and the only reason she puts up with them is because they pay her well. She could make my life as miserable as possible.
But then I got kept getting that picture of Jack into my mind. Right before he left, with me still in his arms. He had his boyish grin on, and his eyes held a mischievous glint, but also a sort of sadness, like he didn't want to leave.
I absolutely refused to let myself think of Jack for the rest of the day, but when he walked in. there was no way I could ignore my hammering heart. He walked right up to the bar, right to me.
I turned to Bernard, who was coming out of the kitchen. I nodded, and he turned right around, grinning.
"What'll it be, sir?" I asked, as I reached for the rum.
He grinned, making my hand slip on the bottle, as he said, "Pint o' rum, luv."
I could feel Miss Maycomer's eyes on me, so I acted like I usually did when a good-looking guy came in. I flirted. Not that I need an excuse.
"Here you are, sir." I said, smiling.
"Thank ye, luv." He said. "Are ye ready?" He asked in an undertone. When I nodded, he made to get up. "Well, let's be getting out of here."
I pushed him back into his seat. "Are you mad?" I hissed. "Not with Power Paddle watching."
Jack sat down, looking confused. "Power Paddle?" He asked.
I nodded towards Miss Maycomer. "She carries a wooden paddle around with her," I said "And that thing hurts when you get a whack or two. So I nicknamed her Power Paddle."
Jack laughed as Bernard ran out of the kitchen. "Miss Maycomer, we have a slight problem in the kitchen." He said, and followed her in.
"Now we can go." I said, and followed him out the door.
"So you told him before hand that a fire would be good?" Jack asked. I nodded. "Not bad for someone out of practice."
"I'm not out of practice!" I said, following him down the street.
"Kate, you haven't been a proper pirate since you were nine." He said.
"I see I have loads of support from you." I said, every word dripping with sarcasm.
"Aw, come on, luv." He stopped and turned me towards him, pulling me awfully closed in the process. "Ye and I both know that yer the best female pirate in the Caribbean." As he said this, I felt his hands leave my shoulders and travel down my back, and come to rest at my waist. I was definitely aware of them, but did nothing to move them.
"And ye've turned into a beautiful young woman, Miss Turner." He said, and I was alarmed by the sudden properness in his voice. He had never called me anything but Kate and Kiss-Up Kate. Well, and luv. But Jack calls all females luv. It's like a pronoun with him.
Jack abruptly let go of me and started walking again. I followed, still thinking about the incident.
He led me to the Pearl. She looked beautiful. Her sails blended in with the night, her paint still fresh. She looked like it did years ago, back when Dad was alive.
Jack must have seen me stare, because he said, "Beautiful isn't she."
I nodded, not being able to express how I really felt. It was a sort of bittersweetness, the good mingled with the bad. I remembered where they threw Dad off, where I was hiding at the time. I saw where I was standing when I heard tell of marooning Jack, and the mutiny. I remembered running to him, telling him, and how he told me it would never happen. Then, I saw where I was standing when I last saw Jack, when he was shrinking in the distance.
As we boarded, I mentally scolded myself, pushing back tears. I told myself that I wouldn't think about then, the day my life turned bad, and I had broken my promise after six years of not.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't pay attention to where I was walking. I just went where Jack told me to go. When he told me to lie down, and get some rest, I fell onto the bed, and fell right asleep. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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