Chapter 5
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Disclaimer: See 1st chapter.
Jack's eyes widened slightly, only slightly, and a sly smirk spread across his face.
"'Amazing?' Think you might be over doin' it, love?" He asked, continuing in his cheeky glances.
"No I don't," she said, quite seriously, "It's true Colin... You are amazing," her voice dipped down into a low, pained rumble and she sighed lightly
"But love-," he began. "But nothing," she purred while playfully tracing his jaw line with her finger, "You're one of the most interesting people I've ever met..." she said in a softer voice.
"Interesting... That... That is the word du jour..." he said through a stifled laugh as she continued her hypnotic rubbing upon his cheek.
She went closer to him brushing her lips against his, causing chills to run down her spine and a small gasp to shoot from her lips.
"I want you, Colin... I need you..." she growled hungrily.
Jack was quite pleased at his quick work on this one, he had made barely a pass at her and here she was, slobbering all over him. It was a turning point for him, he was living a dream- or, at least a wet one. And he didn't mind not being called by his birth name, after all, it usually got him into trouble more often than not.
"May I ask you a question?" He spoke from the silence as her lips still danced about on his neck and jaw.
"Mmm..." she responded in a groan as she pleaded to be ravaged.
"Might there be some... Ulterior motives in play?" he asked, trying to catch a glimpse of the girl who had wandered down his body a bit.
"Ulterior motives?" she asked, taken aback, and stood to face him.
"Just," he began, grabbing her shoulders, pushing her back a bit, "Why... Do this? With me? Let's face it, darling, I'm not exactly... Desirable."
"Well you are by me! Isn't that enough?" she asked, annoyed. "But..." he began again, pushing her lightly back even more towards her bed, "Why choose me?" He knew he was digging himself into a hole, why was he doing it? It was as if some automatic self-defense mechanism was switching on, all at the wrong time.
"Because, I have a right to choose, don't I? I'm not some common whore! I may be a Tortuga girl, but I'm no red lighter!" her voice was reaching a new high as her anger level rose with each breath taken and every word spoken. "Yes, yes!" he said quickly, trying to recover the shards of broken passion he so stupidly smashed by opening his mouth, "You have a right! You have every right, darling..." he said suavely, trying to re-instate the heat of the moment, his hand brushing a lock of dark hair from her face as he flashed a shimmering smile.
"I agreed to your terms, about Sparrow, and hearing him out... And I intend on sticking to those terms" she said. "What?" he asked, not understanding this new twist in the conversation he felt they shouldn't even be having, but otherwise should be entangled in each other's bodies at the moment.
"I agreed to your terms!" she said, exasperated by Jack's sudden interrogation. Jack felt that her agreement wasn't exactly the most set in stone kind of bargain, but it was what he was riding on, and so he would ride it... In every sense of the phrase. "Now," he began, giving her another nudge towards the bed, "Where were we?"
"I believe you were leaving, Mister Smith," she said coldly, pushing his hands off her shoulders.
"Wha... What?" he questioned vigorously, "But, But..."
"Goodnight," she said finally and motioned towards the door.
"Yes," he said smugly, and walked to the door, glancing back to her one last time as she stood stolidly, arms crossed and a look of temporary disgust plastered on her face.
Once in the small hallway leading towards the stairs he cursed himself for having such a big mouth and losing the one woman he'd have for a while. But, maybe it was the wisest decision, after all... She was trying to kill him...
"Women," he snorted and made his way back to his quarters dejectedly
~*~
Being completely downcast, Jack wandered down the narrow hallway with his head bent low, staring at the cracked wooden floor. He heard someone coming from the opposite direction, but wasn't too interested in knowing the identity of the man. Suddenly Jack was pushed violently to the side, his head crashing into the wall and a rounded glass window.
"Would you bloody watch where you're going?!" Jack shouted, "... Yeh gobshite..." his voice muttered and he looked around through squinted eyes.
"Terribly sorry about that... Mr. Smith..." Responded a familiar voice, taking a hold of Jack's arm as to help him steady himself. Once Jack's eyes focused properly he saw a grungy Christian studying him.
"Well..." Jack replied, "Just watch yourself there, boy," he said, trying to get away from the incident and what he felt was going to be a conversation.
"Mr. Smith," called Christian to Jack who walked down the corridor. He felt his eyes roll and a sigh rumbled from his throat as he turned to Christian, "I just thought it proper to thank you, mate... For that daring rescue," he smiled a somewhat sly smile at Jack.
Jack didn't like the boy calling him 'mate' it made him feel inferior, and Jack is not the man to make feel inferior. He was the captain of the Black Pearl! He was the infamous pirate known about the Caribbean and yet, here he was, aboard a foreign ship with a crew of sailing men who respected the law! This wasn't the place for Jack, and he knew it.
"I feel just terrible, Mr. Smith," Began Christian again, "After what I did to you and that pretty Miss. Miller... I don't see why you chose to save me, but I wont argue with your choice of action, mate," Oh and there it was again. Jack felt his teeth clench together and his eyes burn.
"No," he said, closing his dark eyes for a moment, "I suppose you wouldn't" The emotion from his usually unique voice now gone.
"So has the lovely Katherine been well?" Asked the blond-headed boy with a slight sneer.
"What's it to you boy?" he snapped, quite annoyed.
"Just wondering..." he sighed, "Is it so harmful of me to wonder?"
"She took quite a beating out there, but she seems to be better...." Jack responded.
"Well, that's a relief to hear..." Christian said, "I'd hate to see that pretty little thing all ruffed up. Terrible shame that'd be..."
"Aye," Jack responded, his blood still boiling.
"You seem like a drinking man, Mr. Smith, you must be excited about St. James, eh?" Christian laughed, nudging Jack in the ribs.
"St. James?" asked Jack, pushing Christian's arm away.
"Aye," he said, "Our next docking point. We'll be berthing tomorrow night and have a chance to get us some lasses and ale!" he laughed again.
"And I suppose we'll be leaving in the morning, eh?" Jack inquired further.
"I reckon so... Well, Mr. Smith... I was just on my way to see the Miss. Miller," Christian touched his brow in salute, "Good evening,"
Jack didn't respond, but watched the boy make his way to Katherine's quarter. With a knock she let him in and looked down the hallway. She noticed Jack and narrowed her eyes, closing the door with a loud slam. He glared towards her quarters and made his way back to his own.
~*~
The following night came quickly. It was a balmy night, to be sure, the air still and the waters crystal clear in the calmness. The lights from a distant bay caused a ruckus on deck from the sailors who were incredibly anxious to get off the ship and onto land. The island, in size, took resemblance to that of Tortuga. Once the ship was docked, a mad dash was made to the gangplank and the sailors went their separate ways to a variety of pubs and taverns. Most were in-groups and headed to the same stretch of watering holes on a dirty street crowded with people. As Jack leaned over the railings of the ship, he couldn't help but crack a smile. This town did remind him of Tortuga. Tortuga... He sighed; knowing that the town he once was free in was the same town that caused his current dilemma. As he watched the sailors walk away he noticed the dark curly hair of Katherine bounce along the sea of men. Jack opened his mouth to shout at her, but stopped himself, knowing that she was too far-gone. Suddenly Jack stopped himself, thinking, is that what Jack Sparrow would say, normally? Hell no! And with that Jack raced past the remaining sailors on the deck and gangplank, shoving them aside, even hearing a few splashes of water. But he didn't care. He reached the crowded streets, not even considering the possibility of being recognized. Jack was a recognizable kind of person, and seemed to make many friends, and even more enemies, everywhere he went. He pushed past drunken sailors and sloppy whores while repulsing smells wafted around Jack's nostrils. But he still didn't care. Finally he spotted Katherine sitting outside a tavern being chatted up by a drunken man who sloshed his drink around, tossing the contents this way and that. Katherine seemed unamused, but tolerated the old man's rantings. Jack boldly walked to her and grabbed her by the arm, pulling he away with a yelp. He dragged her to a damp alleyway where only a few people littered the ground, passed out and devoid of many clothes.
"What do you think that you are doing?" demanded Katherine, ripping her arm away from Jack's grasp.
"Trying to stop you from being stupid!" he shouted back, wishing he had chosen his words more carefully.
"Stupid?!" she snapped back, her face contorting into a furious state.
"Wh... When I say 'stupid' I mean-" he stammered, not believing his own uneasiness.
"Well spit it out, pirate!" she shouted furiously, crossing her arms in annoyance.
"Is it you've taken a liking to that Christian fellow?"
"Christian?" she asked, confused, "And I wonder what sort of business it is of yours?!"
"Only that I happened to catch him enter your room last night," He said with a smirk.
She furrowed her brow, "Mr. Smith! I don't entirely understand your... concern... If it is you're suggesting that I invited Christian into my bed, you have another thing coming! Now, if you'd excuse me-" She began, trying to push herself away from Jack who had her cornered into a decaying wall.
"So," he interrupted, grabbing her arm and bringing her back to face him, "If he wasn't in your... bed... Then what is it that he wanted, eh?"
"You are truly amazing, Mr. Smith!" she said, shaking her head in disgust.
"Yes, I believe you've paid me that complement before, love," he said with a cheeky smile.
She wrinkled her nose glared at him; "We had a nice chat. That's all," she said, trying to excuse herself.
"Come on, darling, you expect me to believe that?" he laughed, chasing after her.
"Mr. Smith!" she shouted, being completely frustrated, and whipping around to meet him, "... Please!"
Jack clasped his hands together and stepped back, "My... Apologies..."
She looked him over in satisfaction and turned into a noisy tavern. Jack followed her into the tavern, seeing a crowded mess-of-a-place. The town did remind him of Tortuga, he said to himself, but it was kept up much worse, which he thought impossible. He spotted Katherine settling down next to a group of sailors from the ship and a few he'd not seen before. Among them was Christian whom she playfully touched ever so often. Jack just rolled his eyes and kept on his way to the bar.
"'Allo there, matey," greeted an older man from behind the wooden bar.
Jack nodded and smiled to him, "That'll just be a bit of the ol' rum, eh?" Jack asked.
"'Course," responded the tender, bending to fetch Jack's rum.
Jack turned around to look over the tavern, but his eyes wandered back to Katherine and the table of miscreants. She giggled and drank a mug of ale while listening to a story from Christian.
"'Ere yeh are, mate," said a voice from behind Jack. The old bar tender pushed a glass of rum to Jack who took it with a smile, and flipped a coin into the air. Catching it in his breast, the tender bowed his head in thanks and wandered off, taking a bite at the coin before tucking it into his pocket. Jack turned to the nearest person and began to strike up a conversation while gulping religiously at the rum.
~*~
A good few hours had passed and the town's lively atmosphere hadn't died down, but had grown larger and louder with every passing hour. Jack had made himself cozy in the middle of a group of drunken sailors who discussed all things nautical. He was also quite drunk as well. He had been so immersed in the lively conversation that he had barely the chance to check on Katherine and Christian. Not that he cared. Having a look around, he saw Katherine swaying around the room, her arm wrapped around Christian as they danced about to the music coming from a band of musicians who had been playing over the noise from the shouts and numerous conversations confined to the small pub. She was laughing loudly looking at Christian admirably, he seemed to be only slightly drunk as he was the only one able to stand up straight and keep a level head.
Katherine jumped about, laughing and yelling, pulling on Christian's arms. He seemed amused, playing along in her drunkenness. He pulled her into his arm, pushing dark curls from her sweaty face. She smiled a loving smile at him, leaning in to smell him, as if to expect some pungent smell. His thumb resting on her chin, and his index finger rubbing her jaw lightly, he brought her closer to his face, studying her slobbering, drunken self. Laughing, he brought her lips to his, brushing against her playfully.
Meanwhile Jack watched with disgust, feeling sick from the romantic dribble being played out in front of him. Especially coming from Katherine and Christian. For the life of him he couldn't stand the boy, something about him was familiar and disturbing. But, Jack brushed it off, turning his attention away from the two young 'lovers' as they were, or were about to become, and back to the last bit of rum.
He bid the group of sailors a goodbye and walked to the table of familiar faces, as to get a front-row seat for the groping of young flesh as being preformed by Katherine and Christian. Figuring that he didn't get his share in Katherine did make him jealous, and not having a somewhat sober head caused him to become animalistic.
Katherine was starting to slump sleepily into Christian's arms as he tried desperately to keep her awake. She jolted awake and laughed, pushing herself from his arms, only to stumble away and trip back into his grasp.
"Steady on, darling," he cooed.
Jack stood, swaying slightly, and approached them, clearing his throat to be noticed.
"Yes?" asked Christian impatiently.
"May I borrow Katherine for a moment?" he slurred, trying to piece together his words in mid-sentence.
Christian rolled his eyes and let Katherine go. Jack latched onto her and dragged her through the pub, leading her outside. The streets were now quiet all except for the noise erupting from inside the last few pubs open. A second difference Jack noticed to Tortuga was St. James's serene view of the night sky. A balmy breeze swept down the street from the sea, causing the sweat on his body to cool his skin.
"Mr. Smith!" she slurred in protest, slapping away his hand.
"Katherine, love," he said sweetly, "I want to really know what happened in the cabin between you and Christian," he asked.
Katherine stood silent for a few moments, collecting her thoughts before she blurted out her answer in a drunken stupor.
~*~
Review if you wanna know what happens next!
Ok well here's the next chapter, enjoy!
Disclaimer: See 1st chapter.
Jack's eyes widened slightly, only slightly, and a sly smirk spread across his face.
"'Amazing?' Think you might be over doin' it, love?" He asked, continuing in his cheeky glances.
"No I don't," she said, quite seriously, "It's true Colin... You are amazing," her voice dipped down into a low, pained rumble and she sighed lightly
"But love-," he began. "But nothing," she purred while playfully tracing his jaw line with her finger, "You're one of the most interesting people I've ever met..." she said in a softer voice.
"Interesting... That... That is the word du jour..." he said through a stifled laugh as she continued her hypnotic rubbing upon his cheek.
She went closer to him brushing her lips against his, causing chills to run down her spine and a small gasp to shoot from her lips.
"I want you, Colin... I need you..." she growled hungrily.
Jack was quite pleased at his quick work on this one, he had made barely a pass at her and here she was, slobbering all over him. It was a turning point for him, he was living a dream- or, at least a wet one. And he didn't mind not being called by his birth name, after all, it usually got him into trouble more often than not.
"May I ask you a question?" He spoke from the silence as her lips still danced about on his neck and jaw.
"Mmm..." she responded in a groan as she pleaded to be ravaged.
"Might there be some... Ulterior motives in play?" he asked, trying to catch a glimpse of the girl who had wandered down his body a bit.
"Ulterior motives?" she asked, taken aback, and stood to face him.
"Just," he began, grabbing her shoulders, pushing her back a bit, "Why... Do this? With me? Let's face it, darling, I'm not exactly... Desirable."
"Well you are by me! Isn't that enough?" she asked, annoyed. "But..." he began again, pushing her lightly back even more towards her bed, "Why choose me?" He knew he was digging himself into a hole, why was he doing it? It was as if some automatic self-defense mechanism was switching on, all at the wrong time.
"Because, I have a right to choose, don't I? I'm not some common whore! I may be a Tortuga girl, but I'm no red lighter!" her voice was reaching a new high as her anger level rose with each breath taken and every word spoken. "Yes, yes!" he said quickly, trying to recover the shards of broken passion he so stupidly smashed by opening his mouth, "You have a right! You have every right, darling..." he said suavely, trying to re-instate the heat of the moment, his hand brushing a lock of dark hair from her face as he flashed a shimmering smile.
"I agreed to your terms, about Sparrow, and hearing him out... And I intend on sticking to those terms" she said. "What?" he asked, not understanding this new twist in the conversation he felt they shouldn't even be having, but otherwise should be entangled in each other's bodies at the moment.
"I agreed to your terms!" she said, exasperated by Jack's sudden interrogation. Jack felt that her agreement wasn't exactly the most set in stone kind of bargain, but it was what he was riding on, and so he would ride it... In every sense of the phrase. "Now," he began, giving her another nudge towards the bed, "Where were we?"
"I believe you were leaving, Mister Smith," she said coldly, pushing his hands off her shoulders.
"Wha... What?" he questioned vigorously, "But, But..."
"Goodnight," she said finally and motioned towards the door.
"Yes," he said smugly, and walked to the door, glancing back to her one last time as she stood stolidly, arms crossed and a look of temporary disgust plastered on her face.
Once in the small hallway leading towards the stairs he cursed himself for having such a big mouth and losing the one woman he'd have for a while. But, maybe it was the wisest decision, after all... She was trying to kill him...
"Women," he snorted and made his way back to his quarters dejectedly
~*~
Being completely downcast, Jack wandered down the narrow hallway with his head bent low, staring at the cracked wooden floor. He heard someone coming from the opposite direction, but wasn't too interested in knowing the identity of the man. Suddenly Jack was pushed violently to the side, his head crashing into the wall and a rounded glass window.
"Would you bloody watch where you're going?!" Jack shouted, "... Yeh gobshite..." his voice muttered and he looked around through squinted eyes.
"Terribly sorry about that... Mr. Smith..." Responded a familiar voice, taking a hold of Jack's arm as to help him steady himself. Once Jack's eyes focused properly he saw a grungy Christian studying him.
"Well..." Jack replied, "Just watch yourself there, boy," he said, trying to get away from the incident and what he felt was going to be a conversation.
"Mr. Smith," called Christian to Jack who walked down the corridor. He felt his eyes roll and a sigh rumbled from his throat as he turned to Christian, "I just thought it proper to thank you, mate... For that daring rescue," he smiled a somewhat sly smile at Jack.
Jack didn't like the boy calling him 'mate' it made him feel inferior, and Jack is not the man to make feel inferior. He was the captain of the Black Pearl! He was the infamous pirate known about the Caribbean and yet, here he was, aboard a foreign ship with a crew of sailing men who respected the law! This wasn't the place for Jack, and he knew it.
"I feel just terrible, Mr. Smith," Began Christian again, "After what I did to you and that pretty Miss. Miller... I don't see why you chose to save me, but I wont argue with your choice of action, mate," Oh and there it was again. Jack felt his teeth clench together and his eyes burn.
"No," he said, closing his dark eyes for a moment, "I suppose you wouldn't" The emotion from his usually unique voice now gone.
"So has the lovely Katherine been well?" Asked the blond-headed boy with a slight sneer.
"What's it to you boy?" he snapped, quite annoyed.
"Just wondering..." he sighed, "Is it so harmful of me to wonder?"
"She took quite a beating out there, but she seems to be better...." Jack responded.
"Well, that's a relief to hear..." Christian said, "I'd hate to see that pretty little thing all ruffed up. Terrible shame that'd be..."
"Aye," Jack responded, his blood still boiling.
"You seem like a drinking man, Mr. Smith, you must be excited about St. James, eh?" Christian laughed, nudging Jack in the ribs.
"St. James?" asked Jack, pushing Christian's arm away.
"Aye," he said, "Our next docking point. We'll be berthing tomorrow night and have a chance to get us some lasses and ale!" he laughed again.
"And I suppose we'll be leaving in the morning, eh?" Jack inquired further.
"I reckon so... Well, Mr. Smith... I was just on my way to see the Miss. Miller," Christian touched his brow in salute, "Good evening,"
Jack didn't respond, but watched the boy make his way to Katherine's quarter. With a knock she let him in and looked down the hallway. She noticed Jack and narrowed her eyes, closing the door with a loud slam. He glared towards her quarters and made his way back to his own.
~*~
The following night came quickly. It was a balmy night, to be sure, the air still and the waters crystal clear in the calmness. The lights from a distant bay caused a ruckus on deck from the sailors who were incredibly anxious to get off the ship and onto land. The island, in size, took resemblance to that of Tortuga. Once the ship was docked, a mad dash was made to the gangplank and the sailors went their separate ways to a variety of pubs and taverns. Most were in-groups and headed to the same stretch of watering holes on a dirty street crowded with people. As Jack leaned over the railings of the ship, he couldn't help but crack a smile. This town did remind him of Tortuga. Tortuga... He sighed; knowing that the town he once was free in was the same town that caused his current dilemma. As he watched the sailors walk away he noticed the dark curly hair of Katherine bounce along the sea of men. Jack opened his mouth to shout at her, but stopped himself, knowing that she was too far-gone. Suddenly Jack stopped himself, thinking, is that what Jack Sparrow would say, normally? Hell no! And with that Jack raced past the remaining sailors on the deck and gangplank, shoving them aside, even hearing a few splashes of water. But he didn't care. He reached the crowded streets, not even considering the possibility of being recognized. Jack was a recognizable kind of person, and seemed to make many friends, and even more enemies, everywhere he went. He pushed past drunken sailors and sloppy whores while repulsing smells wafted around Jack's nostrils. But he still didn't care. Finally he spotted Katherine sitting outside a tavern being chatted up by a drunken man who sloshed his drink around, tossing the contents this way and that. Katherine seemed unamused, but tolerated the old man's rantings. Jack boldly walked to her and grabbed her by the arm, pulling he away with a yelp. He dragged her to a damp alleyway where only a few people littered the ground, passed out and devoid of many clothes.
"What do you think that you are doing?" demanded Katherine, ripping her arm away from Jack's grasp.
"Trying to stop you from being stupid!" he shouted back, wishing he had chosen his words more carefully.
"Stupid?!" she snapped back, her face contorting into a furious state.
"Wh... When I say 'stupid' I mean-" he stammered, not believing his own uneasiness.
"Well spit it out, pirate!" she shouted furiously, crossing her arms in annoyance.
"Is it you've taken a liking to that Christian fellow?"
"Christian?" she asked, confused, "And I wonder what sort of business it is of yours?!"
"Only that I happened to catch him enter your room last night," He said with a smirk.
She furrowed her brow, "Mr. Smith! I don't entirely understand your... concern... If it is you're suggesting that I invited Christian into my bed, you have another thing coming! Now, if you'd excuse me-" She began, trying to push herself away from Jack who had her cornered into a decaying wall.
"So," he interrupted, grabbing her arm and bringing her back to face him, "If he wasn't in your... bed... Then what is it that he wanted, eh?"
"You are truly amazing, Mr. Smith!" she said, shaking her head in disgust.
"Yes, I believe you've paid me that complement before, love," he said with a cheeky smile.
She wrinkled her nose glared at him; "We had a nice chat. That's all," she said, trying to excuse herself.
"Come on, darling, you expect me to believe that?" he laughed, chasing after her.
"Mr. Smith!" she shouted, being completely frustrated, and whipping around to meet him, "... Please!"
Jack clasped his hands together and stepped back, "My... Apologies..."
She looked him over in satisfaction and turned into a noisy tavern. Jack followed her into the tavern, seeing a crowded mess-of-a-place. The town did remind him of Tortuga, he said to himself, but it was kept up much worse, which he thought impossible. He spotted Katherine settling down next to a group of sailors from the ship and a few he'd not seen before. Among them was Christian whom she playfully touched ever so often. Jack just rolled his eyes and kept on his way to the bar.
"'Allo there, matey," greeted an older man from behind the wooden bar.
Jack nodded and smiled to him, "That'll just be a bit of the ol' rum, eh?" Jack asked.
"'Course," responded the tender, bending to fetch Jack's rum.
Jack turned around to look over the tavern, but his eyes wandered back to Katherine and the table of miscreants. She giggled and drank a mug of ale while listening to a story from Christian.
"'Ere yeh are, mate," said a voice from behind Jack. The old bar tender pushed a glass of rum to Jack who took it with a smile, and flipped a coin into the air. Catching it in his breast, the tender bowed his head in thanks and wandered off, taking a bite at the coin before tucking it into his pocket. Jack turned to the nearest person and began to strike up a conversation while gulping religiously at the rum.
~*~
A good few hours had passed and the town's lively atmosphere hadn't died down, but had grown larger and louder with every passing hour. Jack had made himself cozy in the middle of a group of drunken sailors who discussed all things nautical. He was also quite drunk as well. He had been so immersed in the lively conversation that he had barely the chance to check on Katherine and Christian. Not that he cared. Having a look around, he saw Katherine swaying around the room, her arm wrapped around Christian as they danced about to the music coming from a band of musicians who had been playing over the noise from the shouts and numerous conversations confined to the small pub. She was laughing loudly looking at Christian admirably, he seemed to be only slightly drunk as he was the only one able to stand up straight and keep a level head.
Katherine jumped about, laughing and yelling, pulling on Christian's arms. He seemed amused, playing along in her drunkenness. He pulled her into his arm, pushing dark curls from her sweaty face. She smiled a loving smile at him, leaning in to smell him, as if to expect some pungent smell. His thumb resting on her chin, and his index finger rubbing her jaw lightly, he brought her closer to his face, studying her slobbering, drunken self. Laughing, he brought her lips to his, brushing against her playfully.
Meanwhile Jack watched with disgust, feeling sick from the romantic dribble being played out in front of him. Especially coming from Katherine and Christian. For the life of him he couldn't stand the boy, something about him was familiar and disturbing. But, Jack brushed it off, turning his attention away from the two young 'lovers' as they were, or were about to become, and back to the last bit of rum.
He bid the group of sailors a goodbye and walked to the table of familiar faces, as to get a front-row seat for the groping of young flesh as being preformed by Katherine and Christian. Figuring that he didn't get his share in Katherine did make him jealous, and not having a somewhat sober head caused him to become animalistic.
Katherine was starting to slump sleepily into Christian's arms as he tried desperately to keep her awake. She jolted awake and laughed, pushing herself from his arms, only to stumble away and trip back into his grasp.
"Steady on, darling," he cooed.
Jack stood, swaying slightly, and approached them, clearing his throat to be noticed.
"Yes?" asked Christian impatiently.
"May I borrow Katherine for a moment?" he slurred, trying to piece together his words in mid-sentence.
Christian rolled his eyes and let Katherine go. Jack latched onto her and dragged her through the pub, leading her outside. The streets were now quiet all except for the noise erupting from inside the last few pubs open. A second difference Jack noticed to Tortuga was St. James's serene view of the night sky. A balmy breeze swept down the street from the sea, causing the sweat on his body to cool his skin.
"Mr. Smith!" she slurred in protest, slapping away his hand.
"Katherine, love," he said sweetly, "I want to really know what happened in the cabin between you and Christian," he asked.
Katherine stood silent for a few moments, collecting her thoughts before she blurted out her answer in a drunken stupor.
~*~
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