Chapter 3
Here's the third chapter enjoy!
Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
Jack hesitated for a few moments deciding what to do. Both Katherine and Christian had fallen overboard and he couldn't see either of them. Without a second thought he wrapped the rope around his waist and tied it to the ship, he then dove into the water. He opened his eyes slowly in the water, the water stinging his eyes. He saw a figure in the water, it had dark hair, and it was Katherine! Quickly he swam over to her; she wasn't kicking or squirming so Jack figured she'd fallen unconscious. He grabbed her by the waist and surfaced for air. He breathed deeply, letting the rich air fill his lungs. One of the crewmembers looked overboard to find Jack holding an unconscious Katherine over his shoulder.
"Ye be wantin help?!" he shouted down.
"Aye throw down another rope!" called Jack up to the man.
A few moments later the sailor showed up with a rope and tossed it down towards Jack. Jack grabbed the rope and began to climb up to the ship, careful for Katherine not to fall out of his grip. He dropped down on deck as he reached it with Katherine. He breathed the air hungrily letting it fill his lungs, which now stung from the lack of air.
"Is there anyone else down there?" asked the sailor. Jack nodded.
"Who?" asked the sailor.
"Christian," replied Jack.
The mans eyes widened, "You gonna get 'im? He asked.
"Aye," said Jack.
Again Jack dove down into the water. Jack took in his surroundings seeing if he could see Christian anywhere. He finally saw his lifeless figure floating in the water. Jack reached towards his arm that was floating freely. He grabbed hold of it and pulled Christian towards him. He took the rope and began to climb up to the ship yet again. As soon as he reached the deck he handed the still unconscious Christian to the sailor who had helped him.
"Good work sailor," said the captain as he came up to them.
All Jack could do was give a small smile as he wasn't yet satisfied with how much air he'd had yet. Finally Jack spoke, "Aye," he said simply.
"I given it some thought about what you and the girl did," he said.
"And?" asked Jack.
"Well with the work that you did tonight I think has owed you a place on this ship Mr. Smith," replied the captain, "And we could use a woman for cooking," he added.
"So we are allowed to stay then?" he asked uncertain he'd heard right.
"Yes," replied Captain Plourde.
~*~
Katherine had been taken to the spare cabin on the ship. She had some wounds from hitting, one can only wonder what, while she was below sea. All the experienced men were down below deck tending to Christian's wounds. The storm had just barely died down leaving the ship quite a wreck. Jack knocked on the door that led into Katherine's cabin.
"Who is it?" she asked weakly.
"It's me luv," replied Jack, "Can I come in?" he asked.
"Ok."
Jack opened the door slowly carrying inside with him a small piece of cloth and alcohol.
Katherine eyed the substances suspisciously, "What are those for?" she asked eyeing the objects intently.
"For you wounds," he said.
Katherine winced, "You're not really going to use that alcohol are you?" she asked.
"Aye, I am," he said.
Jack closed the door quietly as he began to walk towards the girl. She studied him, wishing him to go away. "I'm fine, really I am!" she protested as he pulled up a wooden chair next to the bed. He looked at her for a moment, then pulled the cloth blanket off of her. Exposed were her arms, ravaged by bloody wounds, as was her stomach and neck. A few scrapes were slashed on her cheeks, as well. He winced, looking away for a moment. Normally, blood and open sores and wounds would not bother him, but not on such an innocent and beautiful creature as Katherine was.
"Hold still, love," he cooed, as he poured a bit of alcohol on the piece of worn cloth. She shook her head, and looked the other way, snapping her eyes shut. He brought the wet cloth to her skin, wiping away at some of the blood on her neck. "MMMMHHH..." she groaned, gritting her teeth, squeezing her eyes to the point of small tears. "I'm so sorry, darling... It's for your own good," he tried to soothe her. He continued to wipe at the wounds, bringing the cloth up to her cheek. She let out a small yelp, clenching her fists, entwining her fingers in the bed sheets. He removed the cloth, replacing the stinging pain with a soft blow of air. She loosened her grip on the sheets, and unclenched her eyes, looking over at Jack with watery, doughy green eyes. He smiled at her, and moved away slowly, but their eyes never unlocked.
Here's the third chapter enjoy!
Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
Jack hesitated for a few moments deciding what to do. Both Katherine and Christian had fallen overboard and he couldn't see either of them. Without a second thought he wrapped the rope around his waist and tied it to the ship, he then dove into the water. He opened his eyes slowly in the water, the water stinging his eyes. He saw a figure in the water, it had dark hair, and it was Katherine! Quickly he swam over to her; she wasn't kicking or squirming so Jack figured she'd fallen unconscious. He grabbed her by the waist and surfaced for air. He breathed deeply, letting the rich air fill his lungs. One of the crewmembers looked overboard to find Jack holding an unconscious Katherine over his shoulder.
"Ye be wantin help?!" he shouted down.
"Aye throw down another rope!" called Jack up to the man.
A few moments later the sailor showed up with a rope and tossed it down towards Jack. Jack grabbed the rope and began to climb up to the ship, careful for Katherine not to fall out of his grip. He dropped down on deck as he reached it with Katherine. He breathed the air hungrily letting it fill his lungs, which now stung from the lack of air.
"Is there anyone else down there?" asked the sailor. Jack nodded.
"Who?" asked the sailor.
"Christian," replied Jack.
The mans eyes widened, "You gonna get 'im? He asked.
"Aye," said Jack.
Again Jack dove down into the water. Jack took in his surroundings seeing if he could see Christian anywhere. He finally saw his lifeless figure floating in the water. Jack reached towards his arm that was floating freely. He grabbed hold of it and pulled Christian towards him. He took the rope and began to climb up to the ship yet again. As soon as he reached the deck he handed the still unconscious Christian to the sailor who had helped him.
"Good work sailor," said the captain as he came up to them.
All Jack could do was give a small smile as he wasn't yet satisfied with how much air he'd had yet. Finally Jack spoke, "Aye," he said simply.
"I given it some thought about what you and the girl did," he said.
"And?" asked Jack.
"Well with the work that you did tonight I think has owed you a place on this ship Mr. Smith," replied the captain, "And we could use a woman for cooking," he added.
"So we are allowed to stay then?" he asked uncertain he'd heard right.
"Yes," replied Captain Plourde.
~*~
Katherine had been taken to the spare cabin on the ship. She had some wounds from hitting, one can only wonder what, while she was below sea. All the experienced men were down below deck tending to Christian's wounds. The storm had just barely died down leaving the ship quite a wreck. Jack knocked on the door that led into Katherine's cabin.
"Who is it?" she asked weakly.
"It's me luv," replied Jack, "Can I come in?" he asked.
"Ok."
Jack opened the door slowly carrying inside with him a small piece of cloth and alcohol.
Katherine eyed the substances suspisciously, "What are those for?" she asked eyeing the objects intently.
"For you wounds," he said.
Katherine winced, "You're not really going to use that alcohol are you?" she asked.
"Aye, I am," he said.
Jack closed the door quietly as he began to walk towards the girl. She studied him, wishing him to go away. "I'm fine, really I am!" she protested as he pulled up a wooden chair next to the bed. He looked at her for a moment, then pulled the cloth blanket off of her. Exposed were her arms, ravaged by bloody wounds, as was her stomach and neck. A few scrapes were slashed on her cheeks, as well. He winced, looking away for a moment. Normally, blood and open sores and wounds would not bother him, but not on such an innocent and beautiful creature as Katherine was.
"Hold still, love," he cooed, as he poured a bit of alcohol on the piece of worn cloth. She shook her head, and looked the other way, snapping her eyes shut. He brought the wet cloth to her skin, wiping away at some of the blood on her neck. "MMMMHHH..." she groaned, gritting her teeth, squeezing her eyes to the point of small tears. "I'm so sorry, darling... It's for your own good," he tried to soothe her. He continued to wipe at the wounds, bringing the cloth up to her cheek. She let out a small yelp, clenching her fists, entwining her fingers in the bed sheets. He removed the cloth, replacing the stinging pain with a soft blow of air. She loosened her grip on the sheets, and unclenched her eyes, looking over at Jack with watery, doughy green eyes. He smiled at her, and moved away slowly, but their eyes never unlocked.