Okay it's really short. I'm tired and it's already 1 AM. I'll write more in the morning. I mean my life does revolve around FF.net of course. No really...
The sounds of the town being plundered had died down, the night had become warmer, and there was no sign of morning. The moon shone through the cell window and onto the floor between the two mates.
Jesse sat up and put one foot on the ground and the other on her knee. She began taking off her boot. Jack watched her from against the wall, his face concealed in the shadows. She slid the boot off, after removing the straps that had held her daggers, with ease. Jack looked at her feet. They were feminine and looked weightless. She had nice calves too; she was probably really fast. She took off the other boot and began rolling down her pants. They really were pants. They had been rolled up to seem like knickers.
She took off her belt next. The shirt she was wearing now seemed like a man's and hung loose about her body. She took her time and much ease rolling the belt up. It looked foreign, like nothing Jack had ever seen before. She carefully placed it in her boot. She then removed her hat. Jack envied her; his hat had been taken with the rest of his things. The removal of the hat allowed her auburn hair to cascade down her back and a few strands into her face. These she brushed away.
She did something next that caused Jack to lean forward from the shadows out of sheer shock. She began pulling her shirt over her head. Only to reveal one under it that was a few sizes smaller and had the sleeves cut out of it. She had noticed him leaning forward out of the corner of her eye. His eyes were still big, the shirt was really almost sheer and allowed one to see the underneathes of her clothes.
"Really. I'm quite certain you've seen more of other women. I'm not naked. I'm actually quite close to being decent. And don't stare. It's not polite, even as a pirate." Jack fell back into the shadows. She was right. "Why do you get the bed. And don't say because you're a woman. Being a pirate cuts you out of that excuse." He sounded like he cared, which was unlikely, he was quite comfortable where he was.
"No, not because I'm a woman, but because you got me caught. If it weren't for you I wouldn't be stuck in this cell. And it's your bad luck that we still are. It's not my bad luck. Bloody hell, my day was going just fine. I wouldn't have been caught if you hadn't run into the blacksmith's shop. So I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for today by taking the bed, savvy?" She had almost exploded, but most of it was out of her system. "Savvy." She laid down on the bed and rolled over, her back to our friend Mr. Sparrow. "And if one more person calls me lass I'm gonna make sure they don't wake up."
Jesse awoke the next morning to a door slamming. Why did it have to be so loud. She just wanted to sleep...sleep off her headache...dream about something she wouldn't remember when she woke up...but no, the door had to slam. And when you're in a prison and one of the two only remaining prisoners, you're obliged to see who it is...
It was Will. She sat up and grabbed her shirt as he explained his situation. He would free them if Jack would take him to the Black Pearl. Will looked a Jesse. She was putting on her shirt. "You met yesterday and she's already your lass?" he inquired. Jack looked at Jesse, almost expecting her to lunge like a werewolf at him. "He's freeing us, but I do pity the next person because I'm suppressing anger..." "Yeah that's not good..." Jack said looking back at Will. "You're lucky."
OK. Now review. This is going to be a long story, so just keep in reviewing to let me know you care. Otherwise I might stop...
The sounds of the town being plundered had died down, the night had become warmer, and there was no sign of morning. The moon shone through the cell window and onto the floor between the two mates.
Jesse sat up and put one foot on the ground and the other on her knee. She began taking off her boot. Jack watched her from against the wall, his face concealed in the shadows. She slid the boot off, after removing the straps that had held her daggers, with ease. Jack looked at her feet. They were feminine and looked weightless. She had nice calves too; she was probably really fast. She took off the other boot and began rolling down her pants. They really were pants. They had been rolled up to seem like knickers.
She took off her belt next. The shirt she was wearing now seemed like a man's and hung loose about her body. She took her time and much ease rolling the belt up. It looked foreign, like nothing Jack had ever seen before. She carefully placed it in her boot. She then removed her hat. Jack envied her; his hat had been taken with the rest of his things. The removal of the hat allowed her auburn hair to cascade down her back and a few strands into her face. These she brushed away.
She did something next that caused Jack to lean forward from the shadows out of sheer shock. She began pulling her shirt over her head. Only to reveal one under it that was a few sizes smaller and had the sleeves cut out of it. She had noticed him leaning forward out of the corner of her eye. His eyes were still big, the shirt was really almost sheer and allowed one to see the underneathes of her clothes.
"Really. I'm quite certain you've seen more of other women. I'm not naked. I'm actually quite close to being decent. And don't stare. It's not polite, even as a pirate." Jack fell back into the shadows. She was right. "Why do you get the bed. And don't say because you're a woman. Being a pirate cuts you out of that excuse." He sounded like he cared, which was unlikely, he was quite comfortable where he was.
"No, not because I'm a woman, but because you got me caught. If it weren't for you I wouldn't be stuck in this cell. And it's your bad luck that we still are. It's not my bad luck. Bloody hell, my day was going just fine. I wouldn't have been caught if you hadn't run into the blacksmith's shop. So I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for today by taking the bed, savvy?" She had almost exploded, but most of it was out of her system. "Savvy." She laid down on the bed and rolled over, her back to our friend Mr. Sparrow. "And if one more person calls me lass I'm gonna make sure they don't wake up."
Jesse awoke the next morning to a door slamming. Why did it have to be so loud. She just wanted to sleep...sleep off her headache...dream about something she wouldn't remember when she woke up...but no, the door had to slam. And when you're in a prison and one of the two only remaining prisoners, you're obliged to see who it is...
It was Will. She sat up and grabbed her shirt as he explained his situation. He would free them if Jack would take him to the Black Pearl. Will looked a Jesse. She was putting on her shirt. "You met yesterday and she's already your lass?" he inquired. Jack looked at Jesse, almost expecting her to lunge like a werewolf at him. "He's freeing us, but I do pity the next person because I'm suppressing anger..." "Yeah that's not good..." Jack said looking back at Will. "You're lucky."
OK. Now review. This is going to be a long story, so just keep in reviewing to let me know you care. Otherwise I might stop...