Okay. Goodness I haven't updated in forever. I'm so sorry. I could tell
you I've been really busy, which is true, but mostly I've just been super
lazy. Real sorry about that, but I can promise you I've been hit with a
sudden inspiration, so I'll have another chapter up in the next week.
PROMISE. Besides, spring break starts tomorrow.......YEA
Disclaimer: I know I've been gone for a long time, but I'm still poor, and therefore still own didley. Damn that sinister Disney program (just kidding I swear.)
Chapter 11
Wouldn't You Miss Me?
"Jack, can't you row any faster?!" Meline said frantically to Jack.
"Row faster?" Panted Jack, who was moving the oars up and down in a quick, yet together rhythm, moving their small rowboat through the water and towards a foreboding looking island. "I think that if I row any faster, me arms'll up and fall off! Besides, I don't understand why you're in such a hurry, luv. The Raven hasn't even dropped any lifeboats yet, and we're nearly to the island. Just calm down a bit. Ol' Jack'll take care of ye."
"Jack," whispered Meline suddenly, as though she were afraid the crew on Marquez's ship could hear her. "Why haven't they just started shooting at us, like they did last time? I mean, they could just blow us out of the water."
"Well, it seems as though their taking more precautions than they had before. They must know you've got the coin on you. But I just can't imagine how they'd know that."
He turned to look at Meline, and saw that she looked terrified by this news.
"But," he added quickly, giving her a small pat on the back before turning back to his oars, "it's probably nothing, so don't be worried about anything."
"Why do you keep saying that?" Asked Meline, turning from the Raven to look him straight in the eye.
"Saying what?"
"Saying 'Don't be worried about anything' and 'it's nothing.' Why do you think that there's nothing to worry about? Bloodthirsty pirates are after my.......well.....blood. I think that's something to worry about."
"Well, okay, yeah. That's probably something to worry about. But I'm just sayin' that......well.....you seem to worry a lot. A whole lot. Yer a bit like yer mother, when it comes to the worrying bit. I mean, she worried about that whelp like there was no tomorrow-"
"Well of course she was worried about him! She loves him! He's someone important to her, and personally, I'm something special to myself, and I think I'd like me to stick around for a while. So maybe if you spent more time worrying and less time getting drunk, you'd have more people worrying about you, and wanting to make sure you're safe!"
Jack actually stopped rowing to look at Meline.
"You don't think people worry about me?" He asked, looking suddenly sober and hurt.
"I didn't say that."
"But you did! You said-"
"All I meant is that......." She paused, thinking and scratching her head. "It's just, I'm afraid, so afraid that something's going to happen to me, or you. And my parents aren't here to tell me everything's all right, because they're at home, not even able to tell each other that everything's alright. I've never done anything in my life that wasn't expected of me, or required by my parents, and suddenly I've been sent away on a trip that could kill me, and you're the only person I have the ability to talk to, and you spend most of your time acting like it's all a big joke, and that when Marquez shoots me in the chest, I'll just wake up from this dream and go on with my life. But I won't. I'll just die, without the company of anyone that can hold my hand, and truly loves me."
She started to cry. Not just little tears, but true, miserable crying.
Jack put down the oars and crossed to the other side of the little boat, holding out his hands for balance.
"Hey," he said, putting an arm around her shoulder. "I might not be yer mother or yer father, but I know I'd miss ya if you died." Realizing this wasn't the most comforting thing he could of said, he quickly added "But I'm not going to let that happen. I know I'm not the best man for the job, and truly I'm not quite sure why yer father trusts me so much, but I'm glad he does."
He turned Meline's head to face his own.
"I promise. I won't let anything happen to ya while I'm here. I swear I'll do me best to be less jokin', and I'll, er, try to be a bit more sober while we're fightin' for our lives, 'Kay luv?"
Meline smiled as he wiped a few tears off her face with his calloused palms.
"Okay," she said.
Jack started towards the other end of the little boat.
"Jack," Meline added. "If you died, I'd miss you too. And I know my father would to. And, well, my mother might........you know, depending on her mood."
Smiling, Jack picked up the oars again and started to row quickly once again.
"Well," he said. "It's good to know someone'd miss me besides meself. And maybe a wench or two.............."
Okay. Now you know the drill. Review (always assuming that there's anyone here actually still reading my story since I haven't updated in such a LONG time...........) Thanks for your reviews and I'll update soon.
Ta for now
Disclaimer: I know I've been gone for a long time, but I'm still poor, and therefore still own didley. Damn that sinister Disney program (just kidding I swear.)
Chapter 11
Wouldn't You Miss Me?
"Jack, can't you row any faster?!" Meline said frantically to Jack.
"Row faster?" Panted Jack, who was moving the oars up and down in a quick, yet together rhythm, moving their small rowboat through the water and towards a foreboding looking island. "I think that if I row any faster, me arms'll up and fall off! Besides, I don't understand why you're in such a hurry, luv. The Raven hasn't even dropped any lifeboats yet, and we're nearly to the island. Just calm down a bit. Ol' Jack'll take care of ye."
"Jack," whispered Meline suddenly, as though she were afraid the crew on Marquez's ship could hear her. "Why haven't they just started shooting at us, like they did last time? I mean, they could just blow us out of the water."
"Well, it seems as though their taking more precautions than they had before. They must know you've got the coin on you. But I just can't imagine how they'd know that."
He turned to look at Meline, and saw that she looked terrified by this news.
"But," he added quickly, giving her a small pat on the back before turning back to his oars, "it's probably nothing, so don't be worried about anything."
"Why do you keep saying that?" Asked Meline, turning from the Raven to look him straight in the eye.
"Saying what?"
"Saying 'Don't be worried about anything' and 'it's nothing.' Why do you think that there's nothing to worry about? Bloodthirsty pirates are after my.......well.....blood. I think that's something to worry about."
"Well, okay, yeah. That's probably something to worry about. But I'm just sayin' that......well.....you seem to worry a lot. A whole lot. Yer a bit like yer mother, when it comes to the worrying bit. I mean, she worried about that whelp like there was no tomorrow-"
"Well of course she was worried about him! She loves him! He's someone important to her, and personally, I'm something special to myself, and I think I'd like me to stick around for a while. So maybe if you spent more time worrying and less time getting drunk, you'd have more people worrying about you, and wanting to make sure you're safe!"
Jack actually stopped rowing to look at Meline.
"You don't think people worry about me?" He asked, looking suddenly sober and hurt.
"I didn't say that."
"But you did! You said-"
"All I meant is that......." She paused, thinking and scratching her head. "It's just, I'm afraid, so afraid that something's going to happen to me, or you. And my parents aren't here to tell me everything's all right, because they're at home, not even able to tell each other that everything's alright. I've never done anything in my life that wasn't expected of me, or required by my parents, and suddenly I've been sent away on a trip that could kill me, and you're the only person I have the ability to talk to, and you spend most of your time acting like it's all a big joke, and that when Marquez shoots me in the chest, I'll just wake up from this dream and go on with my life. But I won't. I'll just die, without the company of anyone that can hold my hand, and truly loves me."
She started to cry. Not just little tears, but true, miserable crying.
Jack put down the oars and crossed to the other side of the little boat, holding out his hands for balance.
"Hey," he said, putting an arm around her shoulder. "I might not be yer mother or yer father, but I know I'd miss ya if you died." Realizing this wasn't the most comforting thing he could of said, he quickly added "But I'm not going to let that happen. I know I'm not the best man for the job, and truly I'm not quite sure why yer father trusts me so much, but I'm glad he does."
He turned Meline's head to face his own.
"I promise. I won't let anything happen to ya while I'm here. I swear I'll do me best to be less jokin', and I'll, er, try to be a bit more sober while we're fightin' for our lives, 'Kay luv?"
Meline smiled as he wiped a few tears off her face with his calloused palms.
"Okay," she said.
Jack started towards the other end of the little boat.
"Jack," Meline added. "If you died, I'd miss you too. And I know my father would to. And, well, my mother might........you know, depending on her mood."
Smiling, Jack picked up the oars again and started to row quickly once again.
"Well," he said. "It's good to know someone'd miss me besides meself. And maybe a wench or two.............."
Okay. Now you know the drill. Review (always assuming that there's anyone here actually still reading my story since I haven't updated in such a LONG time...........) Thanks for your reviews and I'll update soon.
Ta for now