(A/N): So sorry it took quite a long time for me to update this thing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates Of The Caribbean.
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Chapter Three: Chicken Soup
Genevieve paced around the dock worriedly. What's taking Miss Krutz so long? She thought, looking around the dark street. Night had already fallen and there was still no sign of the lady-pirate. She bit her lower lip and started pacing again. As soon as she heard footsteps coming their way, Gene whirled around to see who it was.
"Who's there?"
Cursing for the thirtieth time, Kimberlew limped toward the docks, wincing slightly as pain shot from her right leg. Before she left, one of the pig-headed soldiers shot aimlessly at her from his position on the floor and had managed to hit her leg. Naturally, she would've shot the damn man dead, but she suddenly remembered pressing and more important matters at hand.
She shoved aside other thoughts and concentrated on the trembling voice that asked who was approaching. "It's me, Gene. Ye three okay?"
"Yeah, I guess." Gene answered. "So what do we do now? The Navy's probably looking for us. We're in helluva (A/N: for the reader's convenience: helluva= hell lot of a) trouble."
"I know, I know." Kimberlew murmured, bending down on her good knee and inspecting her wound.
Gene gasped, noticing a small puddle of blood at Kimberlew's feet. "You've been shot! You're bleeding!"
"Hell, lass," Kim growled. "If ye keep on blabbering like tha', we'll probably end up in the gallows in no time!"
"Well sorry. I was just concerned about you." Gene said, scowling.
Kim sighed in exasperation, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "Go back to Kurt. 'E'll take good care of ye." She instructed.
"What about you... and them?" Gene asked, gesturing at the two sleeping bodies on the floor.
"We can 'andle ourselves." Kim simply answered, tearing up her sleeve and wrapping them on her wound.
"What about Mr. Sparrow?"
"What abou' 'im?" Kim asked through gritted teeth as the pain increased.
"Will you take care of him too?"
"O' course!" Kim answered, exasperated that Gene could even ask such a question.
"But I thought Captain Sparrow hated you." Gene said.
Kimberlew gave her a sly smile and said nothing. "Ye better go, Gene. The Navy'll be 'ere any minute now. Ye best be off."
"Okay..." She muttered uncertainly, reluctantly taking a step away from Kim. "Take care of yourselves, Miss Krutz." With that, Gene began walking the path toward Kurt's tavern.
"Hey, Gene!" Kim called just before the shadows engulfed Gene's figure.
"Yeah?" Gene turned to face her.
"Just call me Kim."
Gene smiled at her.
"Hmmm.... Mmmm...."
"Jack, finally," Elizabeth gave out a sigh of relief as she opened the curtains of Jack's windows. "You're finally awake." She began picking up discarded clothes on the floor, and threw them in the basket on the table. "I was starting to think that you drank yourself to death." She joked, taking the basket and exiting the room.
Jack's hand immediately flew to his temple, and started massaging it. He opened one sleepy eye and looked around. Strangely enough, he found himself in his cabin. How'd I get here? Unfortunately, pondering for the answers made his head throb even worse, and he waved the questions aside, deciding that he'd think about them once his hangover passes. Besides, it had been one hell of a night. He could barely remember anything, let alone how he got back on the Black Pearl.
Elizabeth returned after a couple of minutes, carrying a bowl of hot chicken soup. "Here," she gave the bowl to Jack. "This'll help your headache."
"Thanks." Ignoring the spoon Elizabeth gave him, Jack slurped the delicious soup hungrily. The pounding in his head slowed down a bit and he began to relax. "Where's Will?"
"In his room, resting a bit," Elizabeth answered, starting to clean up Jack's usually untidy quarters. "Thank goodness we found of a way to help him with his hangover. He was moaning and groaning like some animal in pain."
Jack stopped in mid-slurp to look at Elizabeth's back. "Will's in 'is room?"
"Yes," Elizabeth said, not bothering to look at him.
"And the crew?"
"They're resting in their cabins as well. It wasn't easy getting out of Tortuga with the Navy behind us, shouting threats and firing warning shots at us. But we finally overtook them and lost them."
"But if they're all in their cabins..." Jack said thoughtfully. "Who's steerin' the Pearl?"
"The woman who saved you."
"The... A woman?" Jack repeated, his eyebrows rising.
"Yes, Jack, a woman," Elizabeth said coolly, giving him a sharp look. "And she's rather good at it." She firmly added.
"That'll be the day..." Jack muttered before slurping the soup again.
Elizabeth scowled at him but said nothing. She, instead, decided to continue her cleaning and be done with it.
"What's the lass's name, anyways?" Jack asked between gulps.
"I don't know, actually," Elizabeth answered, neatly folding Jack's shirts. "We haven't talked much. She was so excited about handling the Pearl; she only gave me her nick."
"Well, what is it?" Jack asked impatiently, stuffing what's left of the soup in his mouth.
"I think it was Kim."
Jack's eyes widened and he accidentally spat the soup out. His headache returned with a vengeance and his head pounded even more. "WHAT?!"
"What?" Elizabeth turned to him, innocently puzzled. Then her puzzlement turned to exasperation. "Oh, Jack! Look at this mess!"
She opened her mouth to scold him some more but Jack jumped from his place on the bed and started toward the door. "And where do you think you're going?" Elizabeth demanded.
"Outside." He answered, flinging the door open. But before he could dash outside Elizabeth crossed the room and slammed the door shut. "You are not going anywhere on that condition. Now go back to bed and stay there."
Jack looked at her pleadingly. "But, luv, I have to know—"
"You'll have plenty of time to know what that is. Now go back to bed before you start throwing up again."
Jack begrudgingly slumped back on his bed. He can't tell why but for some reason knowing that the one steering the Pearl's named Kim made him uneasy and troubled. There's nothin' to worry abou'. He tried to assure himself. There are plen'y of people named Kim nowadays. I'm sure she's just an ordinary nobody with nothin' to do with 'er life. Tha's right... everythin's alrigh'... everythin's gonna be fine...
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates Of The Caribbean.
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Chapter Three: Chicken Soup
Genevieve paced around the dock worriedly. What's taking Miss Krutz so long? She thought, looking around the dark street. Night had already fallen and there was still no sign of the lady-pirate. She bit her lower lip and started pacing again. As soon as she heard footsteps coming their way, Gene whirled around to see who it was.
"Who's there?"
Cursing for the thirtieth time, Kimberlew limped toward the docks, wincing slightly as pain shot from her right leg. Before she left, one of the pig-headed soldiers shot aimlessly at her from his position on the floor and had managed to hit her leg. Naturally, she would've shot the damn man dead, but she suddenly remembered pressing and more important matters at hand.
She shoved aside other thoughts and concentrated on the trembling voice that asked who was approaching. "It's me, Gene. Ye three okay?"
"Yeah, I guess." Gene answered. "So what do we do now? The Navy's probably looking for us. We're in helluva (A/N: for the reader's convenience: helluva= hell lot of a) trouble."
"I know, I know." Kimberlew murmured, bending down on her good knee and inspecting her wound.
Gene gasped, noticing a small puddle of blood at Kimberlew's feet. "You've been shot! You're bleeding!"
"Hell, lass," Kim growled. "If ye keep on blabbering like tha', we'll probably end up in the gallows in no time!"
"Well sorry. I was just concerned about you." Gene said, scowling.
Kim sighed in exasperation, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "Go back to Kurt. 'E'll take good care of ye." She instructed.
"What about you... and them?" Gene asked, gesturing at the two sleeping bodies on the floor.
"We can 'andle ourselves." Kim simply answered, tearing up her sleeve and wrapping them on her wound.
"What about Mr. Sparrow?"
"What abou' 'im?" Kim asked through gritted teeth as the pain increased.
"Will you take care of him too?"
"O' course!" Kim answered, exasperated that Gene could even ask such a question.
"But I thought Captain Sparrow hated you." Gene said.
Kimberlew gave her a sly smile and said nothing. "Ye better go, Gene. The Navy'll be 'ere any minute now. Ye best be off."
"Okay..." She muttered uncertainly, reluctantly taking a step away from Kim. "Take care of yourselves, Miss Krutz." With that, Gene began walking the path toward Kurt's tavern.
"Hey, Gene!" Kim called just before the shadows engulfed Gene's figure.
"Yeah?" Gene turned to face her.
"Just call me Kim."
Gene smiled at her.
"Hmmm.... Mmmm...."
"Jack, finally," Elizabeth gave out a sigh of relief as she opened the curtains of Jack's windows. "You're finally awake." She began picking up discarded clothes on the floor, and threw them in the basket on the table. "I was starting to think that you drank yourself to death." She joked, taking the basket and exiting the room.
Jack's hand immediately flew to his temple, and started massaging it. He opened one sleepy eye and looked around. Strangely enough, he found himself in his cabin. How'd I get here? Unfortunately, pondering for the answers made his head throb even worse, and he waved the questions aside, deciding that he'd think about them once his hangover passes. Besides, it had been one hell of a night. He could barely remember anything, let alone how he got back on the Black Pearl.
Elizabeth returned after a couple of minutes, carrying a bowl of hot chicken soup. "Here," she gave the bowl to Jack. "This'll help your headache."
"Thanks." Ignoring the spoon Elizabeth gave him, Jack slurped the delicious soup hungrily. The pounding in his head slowed down a bit and he began to relax. "Where's Will?"
"In his room, resting a bit," Elizabeth answered, starting to clean up Jack's usually untidy quarters. "Thank goodness we found of a way to help him with his hangover. He was moaning and groaning like some animal in pain."
Jack stopped in mid-slurp to look at Elizabeth's back. "Will's in 'is room?"
"Yes," Elizabeth said, not bothering to look at him.
"And the crew?"
"They're resting in their cabins as well. It wasn't easy getting out of Tortuga with the Navy behind us, shouting threats and firing warning shots at us. But we finally overtook them and lost them."
"But if they're all in their cabins..." Jack said thoughtfully. "Who's steerin' the Pearl?"
"The woman who saved you."
"The... A woman?" Jack repeated, his eyebrows rising.
"Yes, Jack, a woman," Elizabeth said coolly, giving him a sharp look. "And she's rather good at it." She firmly added.
"That'll be the day..." Jack muttered before slurping the soup again.
Elizabeth scowled at him but said nothing. She, instead, decided to continue her cleaning and be done with it.
"What's the lass's name, anyways?" Jack asked between gulps.
"I don't know, actually," Elizabeth answered, neatly folding Jack's shirts. "We haven't talked much. She was so excited about handling the Pearl; she only gave me her nick."
"Well, what is it?" Jack asked impatiently, stuffing what's left of the soup in his mouth.
"I think it was Kim."
Jack's eyes widened and he accidentally spat the soup out. His headache returned with a vengeance and his head pounded even more. "WHAT?!"
"What?" Elizabeth turned to him, innocently puzzled. Then her puzzlement turned to exasperation. "Oh, Jack! Look at this mess!"
She opened her mouth to scold him some more but Jack jumped from his place on the bed and started toward the door. "And where do you think you're going?" Elizabeth demanded.
"Outside." He answered, flinging the door open. But before he could dash outside Elizabeth crossed the room and slammed the door shut. "You are not going anywhere on that condition. Now go back to bed and stay there."
Jack looked at her pleadingly. "But, luv, I have to know—"
"You'll have plenty of time to know what that is. Now go back to bed before you start throwing up again."
Jack begrudgingly slumped back on his bed. He can't tell why but for some reason knowing that the one steering the Pearl's named Kim made him uneasy and troubled. There's nothin' to worry abou'. He tried to assure himself. There are plen'y of people named Kim nowadays. I'm sure she's just an ordinary nobody with nothin' to do with 'er life. Tha's right... everythin's alrigh'... everythin's gonna be fine...