"It's late," Sparrow yawned.
I was pretty sure the yawn was fake, but it was late and I'd had a long day. I eyed the lone bed in Sparrow's cabin. "Dibs on the bed."
"Dibs?"
"Let me guess. No dibs in 1689."
"Oh, no. We have dibs, but not on my bed, pet."
"Captain's privilege?"
"Aye. You catch on quickly." He winked at me. "I might be inclined to share, though."
I raised an eyebrow. "Share?"
Sparrow dropped down onto the bed and patted it. "Aye. Share. Plenty of room for two."
"You've gotta be kidding. My Explorer blew up, I woke up on a pirate ship in 1689 for crying out loud. There are no doughnuts or French fries in 1689. I nearly got raped by three pirates who had six teeth between them and I puked on you. Not to mention the dead body. What makes you think I feel like fooling around?!"
He gave me a wide-eyed innocent look. "My, you're presumptuous. I just offered you half the bed –"
"Don't give me that! You're a pirate, as you keep reminding me." And then I added, just a bit snottily. "Savvy?"
"Presumptuous, saucy and a badass." Sparrow clucked his tongue. "A pity, love, because that floor's not very comfortable."
I looked down at the floor. No. It didn't look comfortable. I looked back at Sparrow and the bed.
His grin grew even wider.
"You try anything and they'll be calling you Captain Hook, but it won't be because you lost a hand."
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"Are ye plannin' on sleepin' all day?"
I opened one eye the tiniest bit.
"I know ye're awake. Get up. Jack's waitin' on ya." Anamaria yanked the covers off me. "He wants ya to wear that dress again."
"Well, isn't that a shame, because it fell overboard when I tried to put it on so I had to wear my own clothes."
She grinned at me. "Ye've got spunk, girl. I like that. Unfortunately, Jack knew ye'd say that, so he hid yer clothes and since he knows every inch o' this ship, it's not likely you'd find 'em any time soon."
What a butthead! I sighed loudly and then caught sight of my hair in the mirror. Probably mousse and gel hadn't been invented in 1689. Anamaria used a do-rag to keep her hair in place. That gave me an idea.
"Forget it," she told me, before I could even voice it. "He wants you looking like a girl, not a pirate."
"I look like Buick in that thing."
She shrugged. "I don't know what a Buick is, but yah, that dress is a big, blue monstrosity."
We both looked at it.
"Are you sure it can't accidentally fall overboard?"
I was pretty sure the yawn was fake, but it was late and I'd had a long day. I eyed the lone bed in Sparrow's cabin. "Dibs on the bed."
"Dibs?"
"Let me guess. No dibs in 1689."
"Oh, no. We have dibs, but not on my bed, pet."
"Captain's privilege?"
"Aye. You catch on quickly." He winked at me. "I might be inclined to share, though."
I raised an eyebrow. "Share?"
Sparrow dropped down onto the bed and patted it. "Aye. Share. Plenty of room for two."
"You've gotta be kidding. My Explorer blew up, I woke up on a pirate ship in 1689 for crying out loud. There are no doughnuts or French fries in 1689. I nearly got raped by three pirates who had six teeth between them and I puked on you. Not to mention the dead body. What makes you think I feel like fooling around?!"
He gave me a wide-eyed innocent look. "My, you're presumptuous. I just offered you half the bed –"
"Don't give me that! You're a pirate, as you keep reminding me." And then I added, just a bit snottily. "Savvy?"
"Presumptuous, saucy and a badass." Sparrow clucked his tongue. "A pity, love, because that floor's not very comfortable."
I looked down at the floor. No. It didn't look comfortable. I looked back at Sparrow and the bed.
His grin grew even wider.
"You try anything and they'll be calling you Captain Hook, but it won't be because you lost a hand."
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"Are ye plannin' on sleepin' all day?"
I opened one eye the tiniest bit.
"I know ye're awake. Get up. Jack's waitin' on ya." Anamaria yanked the covers off me. "He wants ya to wear that dress again."
"Well, isn't that a shame, because it fell overboard when I tried to put it on so I had to wear my own clothes."
She grinned at me. "Ye've got spunk, girl. I like that. Unfortunately, Jack knew ye'd say that, so he hid yer clothes and since he knows every inch o' this ship, it's not likely you'd find 'em any time soon."
What a butthead! I sighed loudly and then caught sight of my hair in the mirror. Probably mousse and gel hadn't been invented in 1689. Anamaria used a do-rag to keep her hair in place. That gave me an idea.
"Forget it," she told me, before I could even voice it. "He wants you looking like a girl, not a pirate."
"I look like Buick in that thing."
She shrugged. "I don't know what a Buick is, but yah, that dress is a big, blue monstrosity."
We both looked at it.
"Are you sure it can't accidentally fall overboard?"