Disclaimer: Same as other chapters, if you really care....
A/N—Okay, so I know I mixed up a few things-Jack's eye colour for example- so I shall fix that! I thank everyone who has actually taken the time to read and review my fic because...no one ever really does. Ah well, on with the story. This might not be me best chapter, but please don't blame me. I couldn't really think of much to write.
Chapter 3—The Storm
The storm rolled in sometime that night. It was horrible.
Waves crashed against the sides of the ship, white sea foam spraying up to those working tirelessly above. The deck was flooded; rain came down in sheets, pounding hard on the deck. Thunder clashed in the stormy sky above; lightening struck its magnificent beauty lighting up the dark sky.
Marie sat in Jack's cabin, curled around herself like some sort of cat. Her green eyes were wide and staring again; multiple questions flooded through her mind. She knew she wasn't in her hometown anymore; she was on a ship! As the ship rocked and bucked she nearly fell, and bit her tongue to keep from releasing a scream.
She could hear the rain pounding on the deck; feel the waves crashing against the sides of the ship. Things rattled and fell off shelves, things that were loose and not bolted into the floorboards. A whimper of terror bubbled up her throat and escaped her lips; never once had she been on a ship like this, and never had she been in a storm as fierce as this one was now.
Through the clamour of the storm she could vaguely make out the sound of footsteps approaching her cabin-Jack's cabin to be more precise. She hoped it wasn't anyone to come and tell her she had to come above deck and help the pirates do whatever they were doing; she wouldn't have been able to move her legs that far. To her relief, and surprise, the man who opened the door was Jack.
"Love, ye look like something dragged ye across th' bottom of me ship. What's th' matter?" His tone was kind and considerate, not at all like her father's, whom she tried vainly to forget.
She glanced up at him, and then returned her gaze to her view of the bed sheets. She shook her head slightly, and spoke with a strained voice. "Jack, it's this storm. I've never been on a boat-ship," she corrected herself, "such as this before. It's freaking me out. I feel like we're gonna sink any moment now."
Jack wandered over to Marie and sat beside her, uncurling her from around herself slowly. He made her look at him in his chocolate eyes, stating "Love, yer with Captain Jack Sparrow. Nothing is gonna happen to ye on me ship. Unless you count.....Never mind." He grinned and stopped in mid sentence when he saw Marie's look. "Love, yer on a ship, in the sea. Ye must get used ter storms love. What kind of pirate would ye be then?"
Marie pressed her head into his chest, and muttered something incomprehensible. He stroked her hair for a while, and then remembered he had a ship to take care of as the waves caused it to buck again.
"Love, I must be going. Try not ter stay up too late curling yerself into a knot."
Marie looked up at him as he stood, startled. "But where am I to sleep?"
Jack looked at her as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "'ere love, unless ye'd like ter sleep with th' crew. Although I daresay, they won't be as nice as ol' Jack 'ere." He grinned and winked at Marie.
"Where would you sleep then?" She asked suspiciously, suspicion locked in her gaze.
"On th' bed, with ye love."
She gaped at him. "But that's....disrespectable!"
He merely grinned at her. "Pirate." He replied, then turned and sauntered out of the cabin, the door banging shut behind him.
Muttering under her breath about the indecency of pirates, Marie decided it would be best to get at least some sleep. The rain still pounded on the deck above, and the waves crashed against the ship, but other then that everything seemed fine. If being in a raging storm could be counted as fine. Kicking off the boots she had worn all day she crawled under the blankets, trying desperately to ignore the rolling of the ship. It wasn't working very well.
Sometime in the small hours of the morning did the storm subside, and the anchor was lowered. They had ridden that one out at least. Yawns rippled among the sodden crew as they trudged below decks, each with thoughts of a warm, dry bed, and preferably, soft. Jack himself was the last to head to his cabin, a cheerful look plastered on his face.
Chocolate eyes surveyed the cabin, only to rest on Marie's sleeping form. Indeed she had fallen asleep, if only an hour or so earlier. She looked like a doll lying there, face blank and devoid of expression, eyes shut, breath coming slowly and peacefully. A small smile crinkled the corners of his eyes as he hung his sodden hat and jacket on a peg, pulled off his soaking boots, and the rest of his soaking clothes for that matter, and climbed into his bed.
One arm looped around Marie's waist, drawing her closer to Jack as he fell into a slumber. She only shifted slightly and moved so that her head was resting on his chest, her sleep undisturbed by his movements.
A/N—I'm guessing that this will be the shortest chapter in this fanfiction. Honestly, that was all I could think of to write. Didn't even break 1,000 words with this baby. Ah well, please review.
A/N—Okay, so I know I mixed up a few things-Jack's eye colour for example- so I shall fix that! I thank everyone who has actually taken the time to read and review my fic because...no one ever really does. Ah well, on with the story. This might not be me best chapter, but please don't blame me. I couldn't really think of much to write.
Chapter 3—The Storm
The storm rolled in sometime that night. It was horrible.
Waves crashed against the sides of the ship, white sea foam spraying up to those working tirelessly above. The deck was flooded; rain came down in sheets, pounding hard on the deck. Thunder clashed in the stormy sky above; lightening struck its magnificent beauty lighting up the dark sky.
Marie sat in Jack's cabin, curled around herself like some sort of cat. Her green eyes were wide and staring again; multiple questions flooded through her mind. She knew she wasn't in her hometown anymore; she was on a ship! As the ship rocked and bucked she nearly fell, and bit her tongue to keep from releasing a scream.
She could hear the rain pounding on the deck; feel the waves crashing against the sides of the ship. Things rattled and fell off shelves, things that were loose and not bolted into the floorboards. A whimper of terror bubbled up her throat and escaped her lips; never once had she been on a ship like this, and never had she been in a storm as fierce as this one was now.
Through the clamour of the storm she could vaguely make out the sound of footsteps approaching her cabin-Jack's cabin to be more precise. She hoped it wasn't anyone to come and tell her she had to come above deck and help the pirates do whatever they were doing; she wouldn't have been able to move her legs that far. To her relief, and surprise, the man who opened the door was Jack.
"Love, ye look like something dragged ye across th' bottom of me ship. What's th' matter?" His tone was kind and considerate, not at all like her father's, whom she tried vainly to forget.
She glanced up at him, and then returned her gaze to her view of the bed sheets. She shook her head slightly, and spoke with a strained voice. "Jack, it's this storm. I've never been on a boat-ship," she corrected herself, "such as this before. It's freaking me out. I feel like we're gonna sink any moment now."
Jack wandered over to Marie and sat beside her, uncurling her from around herself slowly. He made her look at him in his chocolate eyes, stating "Love, yer with Captain Jack Sparrow. Nothing is gonna happen to ye on me ship. Unless you count.....Never mind." He grinned and stopped in mid sentence when he saw Marie's look. "Love, yer on a ship, in the sea. Ye must get used ter storms love. What kind of pirate would ye be then?"
Marie pressed her head into his chest, and muttered something incomprehensible. He stroked her hair for a while, and then remembered he had a ship to take care of as the waves caused it to buck again.
"Love, I must be going. Try not ter stay up too late curling yerself into a knot."
Marie looked up at him as he stood, startled. "But where am I to sleep?"
Jack looked at her as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "'ere love, unless ye'd like ter sleep with th' crew. Although I daresay, they won't be as nice as ol' Jack 'ere." He grinned and winked at Marie.
"Where would you sleep then?" She asked suspiciously, suspicion locked in her gaze.
"On th' bed, with ye love."
She gaped at him. "But that's....disrespectable!"
He merely grinned at her. "Pirate." He replied, then turned and sauntered out of the cabin, the door banging shut behind him.
Muttering under her breath about the indecency of pirates, Marie decided it would be best to get at least some sleep. The rain still pounded on the deck above, and the waves crashed against the ship, but other then that everything seemed fine. If being in a raging storm could be counted as fine. Kicking off the boots she had worn all day she crawled under the blankets, trying desperately to ignore the rolling of the ship. It wasn't working very well.
Sometime in the small hours of the morning did the storm subside, and the anchor was lowered. They had ridden that one out at least. Yawns rippled among the sodden crew as they trudged below decks, each with thoughts of a warm, dry bed, and preferably, soft. Jack himself was the last to head to his cabin, a cheerful look plastered on his face.
Chocolate eyes surveyed the cabin, only to rest on Marie's sleeping form. Indeed she had fallen asleep, if only an hour or so earlier. She looked like a doll lying there, face blank and devoid of expression, eyes shut, breath coming slowly and peacefully. A small smile crinkled the corners of his eyes as he hung his sodden hat and jacket on a peg, pulled off his soaking boots, and the rest of his soaking clothes for that matter, and climbed into his bed.
One arm looped around Marie's waist, drawing her closer to Jack as he fell into a slumber. She only shifted slightly and moved so that her head was resting on his chest, her sleep undisturbed by his movements.
A/N—I'm guessing that this will be the shortest chapter in this fanfiction. Honestly, that was all I could think of to write. Didn't even break 1,000 words with this baby. Ah well, please review.