Chapter 4
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Ok here we are with the new chapter! Hope you guys like it. Well review at the end please!
Jack was leaning over the still wet railing, deep in thought about what had happened, and perhaps what would happen in the quite near future. Katherine's fever grew quite high and the medical officers now tended to her. As Jack remained within his own head, he noticed a man come up behind him. The man reassured Jack that Katherine would be well in the morning. Jack had only nodded, not paying much attention to what he had told him. If Katherine had known that he was in fact Jack Sparrow and not Colin Smith as he was portraying, would all that happened be lost? Jack even pondered if he should have let her drown... Let her die, for now he was in more deep than he wished. A river of thoughts were racing through his mind. Never had he been this troubled by such a trivial thing as a girl, a girl who was in fact looking to kill him. It sounded so odd, so unbelievable. To him it seemed as though Katherine shouldn't want someone like him, even if only in a fit of lust, he was no one to be had unless he paid for a woman. He was a pirate, a thief, he murdered and lied. He was someone no one wanted to be around, even in his cheery, chipper moods, as his cheery, chipper self.
"Mr. Smith?" came a voice behind Jack.
"Hmm?" asked Jack, wishing the man to leave.
"You seem worried, are you troubled?" he asked.
"No, I'm not worried," said Jack now turning around to see it was Captain Plourde who studying Jack.
"Is it the girl?" he asked.
"I already said I wasn't worried," he stated again, this time quite annoyed.
The captain took the quite direct hint and turned to leave.
~*~
In the morning, before the sun had rose, Jack found himself knocking on the door to Katherine's newly acquired quarters. No answer came to his knock. As he was about to open the door, a light tap came to his shoulder. Jumping slightly, Jack turned to see a bubbly Katherine, smiling at him with pearly white teeth and emerald green eyes.
"Looking for me?" she asked.
He narrowed his eyes and smiled at the girl.
"Colin..." she began, blushing slightly and studying the floor, "I want to thank you.. For saving me, and all," she said shyly.
"Not a problem, love" he said smiling.
"I want to ask you something else," she said, looking up at him, her eyes focusing softly in him.
"What would that be?" asked Jack. "Come inside, please," she said quietly, taking hold of his arm and leading him into the room. Jack barely enough time to nod, but enough to ponder her intentions fully. He felt quite proud of himself, really. Being quickly seduced by this beautiful and mysterious temptress. She led him to the room, sitting in the bed herself, leaving Jack to stand. He closed the door with a smirk and moved towards her. "I know who you are," she said, looking over Jack, causing him to stop in his tracks.
He felt his stomach lurch, was this it? Was it the time when he'd have to play that game? That stupid little "kill or be killed" game?
"You do?" he asked, dreading what was coming next, and he felt himself reaching for his pistol.
"Aye..." she said, "A Pirate," her voice trembled as a whisper, "I saw your brand the other day... Very few pirates are branded on their forearm...," she said, motioning to his arm.
"Here's the exception," he responded, smiling with relief and relaxing his grip upon the pistol, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you said a question... Not a statement about my business dealing with piracy.
"I... I do have a question," she said, "Jack Sparrow... You have to help me find him. You're the only person I know that can help me. You're the only person I feel I can trust..." Trust? Jack did find that slightly amusing. He knew if he teamed up with her, it'd probably end up bad, but the longer he deceived her, the easier it'd be to deceive her more. At least, this was Jack's twisted reasoning.
"Ok, I'll help you," Jack said, "With an exception."
"Name your terms," she sighed. "I know Jack Sparrow... The things you say he did... He'd never do... So, do us a favor, eh? Hear him out before you... Do whatever it is you were planning on, right love?"
She smiled at him, shaking her head, "We have an accord, Mr. Smith,"
Jack held out his hand and smiled, "Aye, an accord Miss Miller."
She slowly retracted her hand, letting each finger slip graze over his, much to his dismay. She blushed and grabbed her hand, rubbing it as to remember the feeling of having his hand in hers. He studied her and thoughts of the night before began to race back to his head, he wanted to know what she was really thinking of doing... What she was really feeling. Was it just the fever acting through her? He had to know. "Katherine," he began, feeling the air being sucked out of his lungs by his statement. "Yes?" she asked in a quite small voice. "What..." he began, "What is it you think of me?" Laughing, she came closer to him, her hand tracing a line down his chin, feeling the stubble and dried blood on his face. She didn't care to her he was beautiful. Her lips parted to whisper out "Jack" but he closed his eyes and swallowed hard, feeling his heart speed up in rapid beats. Not for timidity, but for what her motives might be. He, of course, would take her to his bed in any moment, but he questioned her feelings, for she seemed to want more that mere sexual pleasure... Something the Captain Sparrow had never fathomed. Was it...? "Jack," she spoke at last, her face so close to his, her breath mixing with his own. "Aye..." he spoke softly, opening his eyes, seeing the two green orbs inches from his face. "I think you are amazing..." her voice quivered and a smile spread across her lips.
Ok hope you liked, don't forget to review. Thanx! Ta!
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Ok here we are with the new chapter! Hope you guys like it. Well review at the end please!
Jack was leaning over the still wet railing, deep in thought about what had happened, and perhaps what would happen in the quite near future. Katherine's fever grew quite high and the medical officers now tended to her. As Jack remained within his own head, he noticed a man come up behind him. The man reassured Jack that Katherine would be well in the morning. Jack had only nodded, not paying much attention to what he had told him. If Katherine had known that he was in fact Jack Sparrow and not Colin Smith as he was portraying, would all that happened be lost? Jack even pondered if he should have let her drown... Let her die, for now he was in more deep than he wished. A river of thoughts were racing through his mind. Never had he been this troubled by such a trivial thing as a girl, a girl who was in fact looking to kill him. It sounded so odd, so unbelievable. To him it seemed as though Katherine shouldn't want someone like him, even if only in a fit of lust, he was no one to be had unless he paid for a woman. He was a pirate, a thief, he murdered and lied. He was someone no one wanted to be around, even in his cheery, chipper moods, as his cheery, chipper self.
"Mr. Smith?" came a voice behind Jack.
"Hmm?" asked Jack, wishing the man to leave.
"You seem worried, are you troubled?" he asked.
"No, I'm not worried," said Jack now turning around to see it was Captain Plourde who studying Jack.
"Is it the girl?" he asked.
"I already said I wasn't worried," he stated again, this time quite annoyed.
The captain took the quite direct hint and turned to leave.
~*~
In the morning, before the sun had rose, Jack found himself knocking on the door to Katherine's newly acquired quarters. No answer came to his knock. As he was about to open the door, a light tap came to his shoulder. Jumping slightly, Jack turned to see a bubbly Katherine, smiling at him with pearly white teeth and emerald green eyes.
"Looking for me?" she asked.
He narrowed his eyes and smiled at the girl.
"Colin..." she began, blushing slightly and studying the floor, "I want to thank you.. For saving me, and all," she said shyly.
"Not a problem, love" he said smiling.
"I want to ask you something else," she said, looking up at him, her eyes focusing softly in him.
"What would that be?" asked Jack. "Come inside, please," she said quietly, taking hold of his arm and leading him into the room. Jack barely enough time to nod, but enough to ponder her intentions fully. He felt quite proud of himself, really. Being quickly seduced by this beautiful and mysterious temptress. She led him to the room, sitting in the bed herself, leaving Jack to stand. He closed the door with a smirk and moved towards her. "I know who you are," she said, looking over Jack, causing him to stop in his tracks.
He felt his stomach lurch, was this it? Was it the time when he'd have to play that game? That stupid little "kill or be killed" game?
"You do?" he asked, dreading what was coming next, and he felt himself reaching for his pistol.
"Aye..." she said, "A Pirate," her voice trembled as a whisper, "I saw your brand the other day... Very few pirates are branded on their forearm...," she said, motioning to his arm.
"Here's the exception," he responded, smiling with relief and relaxing his grip upon the pistol, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you said a question... Not a statement about my business dealing with piracy.
"I... I do have a question," she said, "Jack Sparrow... You have to help me find him. You're the only person I know that can help me. You're the only person I feel I can trust..." Trust? Jack did find that slightly amusing. He knew if he teamed up with her, it'd probably end up bad, but the longer he deceived her, the easier it'd be to deceive her more. At least, this was Jack's twisted reasoning.
"Ok, I'll help you," Jack said, "With an exception."
"Name your terms," she sighed. "I know Jack Sparrow... The things you say he did... He'd never do... So, do us a favor, eh? Hear him out before you... Do whatever it is you were planning on, right love?"
She smiled at him, shaking her head, "We have an accord, Mr. Smith,"
Jack held out his hand and smiled, "Aye, an accord Miss Miller."
She slowly retracted her hand, letting each finger slip graze over his, much to his dismay. She blushed and grabbed her hand, rubbing it as to remember the feeling of having his hand in hers. He studied her and thoughts of the night before began to race back to his head, he wanted to know what she was really thinking of doing... What she was really feeling. Was it just the fever acting through her? He had to know. "Katherine," he began, feeling the air being sucked out of his lungs by his statement. "Yes?" she asked in a quite small voice. "What..." he began, "What is it you think of me?" Laughing, she came closer to him, her hand tracing a line down his chin, feeling the stubble and dried blood on his face. She didn't care to her he was beautiful. Her lips parted to whisper out "Jack" but he closed his eyes and swallowed hard, feeling his heart speed up in rapid beats. Not for timidity, but for what her motives might be. He, of course, would take her to his bed in any moment, but he questioned her feelings, for she seemed to want more that mere sexual pleasure... Something the Captain Sparrow had never fathomed. Was it...? "Jack," she spoke at last, her face so close to his, her breath mixing with his own. "Aye..." he spoke softly, opening his eyes, seeing the two green orbs inches from his face. "I think you are amazing..." her voice quivered and a smile spread across her lips.
Ok hope you liked, don't forget to review. Thanx! Ta!