AN// Hi again! Oooo... I'm in trouble. I need to type this out and soon!
But it's so hard! Stupid writer's monolith!!
AN2// I'm reloading this.. obviously... nothing really changed. I just forgot to beta read and I only realized this when I already uploaded the story on the net. *Sheepish Grin*
Chapter 14//
"So what do ya think?" Gibbs asked AnaMaria as they both sat down in the dining hall of the Rouge.
"About what?" Her hand reached out to take fruit from the center piece only to find it only a wax replica. "Stupid..." She threw the fruit at the wall, and saw it slide down the wooden planks.
"Jack's treasure. The Maiden Blue! It'll make us rich beyond our dreams!" Gibbs said lowly.
"Rich, yes. But how do we know that this isn't another chest of Cortez, ready to make us the undead just like Barbossa?" AnaMaria snapped. "I've lived far too long on my instincts to not trust them now." She was going to continue but Jack entered his head into the chamber.
"Are you smashing things on my walls again? Because of ye are, then get off my ship right now. I don't need holes of my pretty new boat," Jack said.
"Give me some actual food and maybe I won't make holes with the imitations," AnaMaria replied. "And last I thought this was a French boat. I thought you were banned from French waters, Jack. Something about putting the coastal pubs out of business?"
"But French wine is so good!" Jack exclaimed swaggering in and plopping down into a chair. His boots were lifted and put on the table while he stared at his two other... "colleagues".
"That's what you also said about the women," AnaMaria retorted scathingly.
"Jealous, love?" Jack asked, cheekily. AnaMaria scoffed and turned away to Gibbs.
"Anyways, before I was interrupted, I'm not convinced about the Maiden Blue..."
"Oh, COME ON!" Jack whined. "This is it! Every scallywag(sp?) in Tortuga knows that the only booty that has enough gold to rival Cortez's is the Maiden Blue's! That ship was meant to give means to the WHOLE of the Colonies! Imagine the amount of gold that is!"
"I agree with Jack." Gibbs leaned back on his chair, his trademark bottle, in his hand. "This could be it."
"Doesn't the journal tell you anything?! Abegnale died from something he couldn't even explain!"
"The bastard probably bled to death cause he couldn't dress his wounds properly. And same with the old man that died too," Jack reasoned.
"You don't know that! There could be a curse on that gold that'll finish us all." Gibbs looked at AnaMaria a glint in his eye as did Jack.
"So a little curse scares ye, AnaMaria?" Gibbs taunted. "Never thought ye to be one so easy to break."
"I'm not scared of a curse," AnaMaria hissed.
"Well, it does seem like it, doesn't it Gibbs?" Jack grinned leaning towards the man. A low chuckle escaped his lips as they both looked at AnaMaria, who seemed to be fighting with herself. "Seems like the men will have to do this ourselves. A woman on board would have been a bother anyways."
"I would NOT have been a bother on board. If anything, I'm the only one that can get all your asses out onto deck every morning!" she yelled indignantly.
"But your instincts," Jack snickered. "They don't tell you that this little adventure would be any fun so I guess you'll just have to sit at home with the rest of the women." If anything could get AnaMaria's blood boiling, it was being told that she had to sit around at home while the men of her family sailed about the Caribbean becoming rich in gold and adventure. It was what drove her from home then and it will not keep her on land now.
"Fine! I'll do this bloody mission of yours. And I'll be the first to whatever gold is there. Mark my words." With that, AnaMaria stood up in a huff and stomped out of the room. As she made her way onto deck to relieve her indignance, she saw Elizabeth exit Patricia's cabin.
"AnaMaria!" Elizabeth greeted smiling as she shut the door and started to walk with her up the stairs to the deck.
"I take it Patricia's better?" AnaMaria replied.
"Much..." AnaMaria hesitated to ask her next question.
"Will she be coming up anytime soon?"
"Sure.. A quick nap and she'll be up and about as usual."
"I meant to talk to Will," AnaMaria clarified. The smile on Elizabeth's face faltered at the smallest scale as they reached open air with Will too far to be within earshot of their conversation.
"The one, I believe, will take more than a quick nap to remedy," Elizabeth answered. "She's doing her best to put up this front that she's strong and able to handle anything but just one look, eye to eye, and you can see she's terrified. But I don't even know why."
"She's afraid that Will will turn her down completely for you." AnaMaria remembered Patricia's words from last night.
"But we just talked about it right now! She knows I have nothing but human attraction to Will but it's nothing I'll act upon." Elizabeth looked at Will across the boat. He was sitting just off the railing on the stern, his arms hanging onto the ropes above him and his feet dangling some twenty feet above the water below him. "She STILL looked terrified when I left."
"It's not YOUR actions that scare her. It's his," AnaMaria explained pointing to Will.
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Will dangled on his perch at the stern of the ship, ignoring the chaotic noises around him. His enlightening talk to Jack the night before kept him awake... Not that the current situation would have let him have his sleep either way. He could hear Patricia twisting and turning on her bed all night. He tried to open his door several times in the dark but it was obviously locked by Jack, someway somehow.
Patricia's words kept echoing in his head and her kiss was burned on his lips... He touched where he remembered she touched him last night and for a moment, a smile grew on his face. 'Burned in a good way,' he thought but his happiness fell faster than it rose and he remembered her stumbling on to the ship, drunk! His head hit the rail behind him.
In love... In love!! In love with HIM!! The idea was so unbelievable that he would have had a good laugh if someone had announced it to him other than his own Tricia. The thought still bothered him. Even more what would he do next? Will most definitely wanted her to stay with him. She was his constant and if ever a moment came that she wasn't there any more, to come to his every beck and call, he knew his life would be thrown completely off balance. Not that she was some sort of slave that WOULD come to his every beck and call but that fact that she was willing to do so and was there for him through the heights and holes of his life made her almost a body part for him. If she were gone, it would have been like sitting down to write a note only to come to find that his hand was completely missing.
Will sighed. Yes, he loved her. He loved her so much that he would die for her. He remembered his talk to Elizabeth the day before as well. She made him see that he was very capable of falling in love with Tricia as well. The question was... WAS he in love with her already?
He couldn't remember ever having some sort of awkward situation that he had with Elizabeth. He just remembered.... nothing... It was Patricia! Yes, he's had some inappropriate dreams about her but he's brushed that away as his male tendency to dream about the girl in the next room. He'd die for her but she was his best friend! Who wouldn't die for their dearest loved one?! He'd hold her at night without any other thoughts of the world except that he was comfortable but... that was just how they were...
Just then he turned to the voices he could hear behind him and saw their gesture towards him. In a second, he knew they were talking about Patricia and him. Almost monkey-like he swung himself onto the deck and ran to them, skidding to a stop before crashing down the stairs.
"How is she?"
"Could be better," Elizabeth said solemnly.
"How much did she drink?!" Will exclaimed, facing AnaMaria now.
"Enough to put a lot of people into casualty," AnaMaria answered.
"Hell," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Can't I talk to her?"
"I don't know. Can you?" AnaMaria grinned.
"Ergh! Don't be a smart ass! MAY I go down now and talk to my best friend?"
"No you may not, Mr. Turner." AnaMaria then turned away with Elizabeth.
"Like that'll stop me..." Will muttered. 'Just an hour or so... then I'll go down without that nosy wench shooting arrows at my back.'
AN// I do NOT think AnaMaria as a nosy wench (obviously I'm paranoid Because of Jehan's Muse) Will just says his last comment because he's frustrated that he's on a restraining order and AnaMaria is sort of the warden.
AN2// I'm reloading this.. obviously... nothing really changed. I just forgot to beta read and I only realized this when I already uploaded the story on the net. *Sheepish Grin*
Chapter 14//
"So what do ya think?" Gibbs asked AnaMaria as they both sat down in the dining hall of the Rouge.
"About what?" Her hand reached out to take fruit from the center piece only to find it only a wax replica. "Stupid..." She threw the fruit at the wall, and saw it slide down the wooden planks.
"Jack's treasure. The Maiden Blue! It'll make us rich beyond our dreams!" Gibbs said lowly.
"Rich, yes. But how do we know that this isn't another chest of Cortez, ready to make us the undead just like Barbossa?" AnaMaria snapped. "I've lived far too long on my instincts to not trust them now." She was going to continue but Jack entered his head into the chamber.
"Are you smashing things on my walls again? Because of ye are, then get off my ship right now. I don't need holes of my pretty new boat," Jack said.
"Give me some actual food and maybe I won't make holes with the imitations," AnaMaria replied. "And last I thought this was a French boat. I thought you were banned from French waters, Jack. Something about putting the coastal pubs out of business?"
"But French wine is so good!" Jack exclaimed swaggering in and plopping down into a chair. His boots were lifted and put on the table while he stared at his two other... "colleagues".
"That's what you also said about the women," AnaMaria retorted scathingly.
"Jealous, love?" Jack asked, cheekily. AnaMaria scoffed and turned away to Gibbs.
"Anyways, before I was interrupted, I'm not convinced about the Maiden Blue..."
"Oh, COME ON!" Jack whined. "This is it! Every scallywag(sp?) in Tortuga knows that the only booty that has enough gold to rival Cortez's is the Maiden Blue's! That ship was meant to give means to the WHOLE of the Colonies! Imagine the amount of gold that is!"
"I agree with Jack." Gibbs leaned back on his chair, his trademark bottle, in his hand. "This could be it."
"Doesn't the journal tell you anything?! Abegnale died from something he couldn't even explain!"
"The bastard probably bled to death cause he couldn't dress his wounds properly. And same with the old man that died too," Jack reasoned.
"You don't know that! There could be a curse on that gold that'll finish us all." Gibbs looked at AnaMaria a glint in his eye as did Jack.
"So a little curse scares ye, AnaMaria?" Gibbs taunted. "Never thought ye to be one so easy to break."
"I'm not scared of a curse," AnaMaria hissed.
"Well, it does seem like it, doesn't it Gibbs?" Jack grinned leaning towards the man. A low chuckle escaped his lips as they both looked at AnaMaria, who seemed to be fighting with herself. "Seems like the men will have to do this ourselves. A woman on board would have been a bother anyways."
"I would NOT have been a bother on board. If anything, I'm the only one that can get all your asses out onto deck every morning!" she yelled indignantly.
"But your instincts," Jack snickered. "They don't tell you that this little adventure would be any fun so I guess you'll just have to sit at home with the rest of the women." If anything could get AnaMaria's blood boiling, it was being told that she had to sit around at home while the men of her family sailed about the Caribbean becoming rich in gold and adventure. It was what drove her from home then and it will not keep her on land now.
"Fine! I'll do this bloody mission of yours. And I'll be the first to whatever gold is there. Mark my words." With that, AnaMaria stood up in a huff and stomped out of the room. As she made her way onto deck to relieve her indignance, she saw Elizabeth exit Patricia's cabin.
"AnaMaria!" Elizabeth greeted smiling as she shut the door and started to walk with her up the stairs to the deck.
"I take it Patricia's better?" AnaMaria replied.
"Much..." AnaMaria hesitated to ask her next question.
"Will she be coming up anytime soon?"
"Sure.. A quick nap and she'll be up and about as usual."
"I meant to talk to Will," AnaMaria clarified. The smile on Elizabeth's face faltered at the smallest scale as they reached open air with Will too far to be within earshot of their conversation.
"The one, I believe, will take more than a quick nap to remedy," Elizabeth answered. "She's doing her best to put up this front that she's strong and able to handle anything but just one look, eye to eye, and you can see she's terrified. But I don't even know why."
"She's afraid that Will will turn her down completely for you." AnaMaria remembered Patricia's words from last night.
"But we just talked about it right now! She knows I have nothing but human attraction to Will but it's nothing I'll act upon." Elizabeth looked at Will across the boat. He was sitting just off the railing on the stern, his arms hanging onto the ropes above him and his feet dangling some twenty feet above the water below him. "She STILL looked terrified when I left."
"It's not YOUR actions that scare her. It's his," AnaMaria explained pointing to Will.
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Will dangled on his perch at the stern of the ship, ignoring the chaotic noises around him. His enlightening talk to Jack the night before kept him awake... Not that the current situation would have let him have his sleep either way. He could hear Patricia twisting and turning on her bed all night. He tried to open his door several times in the dark but it was obviously locked by Jack, someway somehow.
Patricia's words kept echoing in his head and her kiss was burned on his lips... He touched where he remembered she touched him last night and for a moment, a smile grew on his face. 'Burned in a good way,' he thought but his happiness fell faster than it rose and he remembered her stumbling on to the ship, drunk! His head hit the rail behind him.
In love... In love!! In love with HIM!! The idea was so unbelievable that he would have had a good laugh if someone had announced it to him other than his own Tricia. The thought still bothered him. Even more what would he do next? Will most definitely wanted her to stay with him. She was his constant and if ever a moment came that she wasn't there any more, to come to his every beck and call, he knew his life would be thrown completely off balance. Not that she was some sort of slave that WOULD come to his every beck and call but that fact that she was willing to do so and was there for him through the heights and holes of his life made her almost a body part for him. If she were gone, it would have been like sitting down to write a note only to come to find that his hand was completely missing.
Will sighed. Yes, he loved her. He loved her so much that he would die for her. He remembered his talk to Elizabeth the day before as well. She made him see that he was very capable of falling in love with Tricia as well. The question was... WAS he in love with her already?
He couldn't remember ever having some sort of awkward situation that he had with Elizabeth. He just remembered.... nothing... It was Patricia! Yes, he's had some inappropriate dreams about her but he's brushed that away as his male tendency to dream about the girl in the next room. He'd die for her but she was his best friend! Who wouldn't die for their dearest loved one?! He'd hold her at night without any other thoughts of the world except that he was comfortable but... that was just how they were...
Just then he turned to the voices he could hear behind him and saw their gesture towards him. In a second, he knew they were talking about Patricia and him. Almost monkey-like he swung himself onto the deck and ran to them, skidding to a stop before crashing down the stairs.
"How is she?"
"Could be better," Elizabeth said solemnly.
"How much did she drink?!" Will exclaimed, facing AnaMaria now.
"Enough to put a lot of people into casualty," AnaMaria answered.
"Hell," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Can't I talk to her?"
"I don't know. Can you?" AnaMaria grinned.
"Ergh! Don't be a smart ass! MAY I go down now and talk to my best friend?"
"No you may not, Mr. Turner." AnaMaria then turned away with Elizabeth.
"Like that'll stop me..." Will muttered. 'Just an hour or so... then I'll go down without that nosy wench shooting arrows at my back.'
AN// I do NOT think AnaMaria as a nosy wench (obviously I'm paranoid Because of Jehan's Muse) Will just says his last comment because he's frustrated that he's on a restraining order and AnaMaria is sort of the warden.