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Chapter Six: Into the Sea
As Rachel hit the water, the waves did not ease up at all in speed. In fact, the water kept rushing around her faster and faster with each passing minute. With the force of her fall, she sunk quite a way down, the waves pummeling her. And very unfortunately for her, she was in such a shock of falling overboard that she did not breathe in enough air to suffice her being under water for the period of time it took to surface.
Jack heard Rachel tumble backwards and tried to reach out to grab her, but he was too late. She had fallen. And it was all that stupid whelp's fault. Jack turned to Jonathon, seeing red. Deciding that it was not the opportune moment to beat the lad, Jack instead handed him his effects and his hat as quickly as he could. Once rid of his accessories, he tied a spare rope around his waist and dove gracefully off the side of the ship, yelling to Gibbs to hold the helm.
Gibbs turned around, stunned to see Jack dive off the ship with a rope attached to him. He ran up to the helm and leaned over the railing, just in time to see Jack delve into the deep black void that was the ocean. He turned to Jonathon, seeing that he was holding Jack's things and just standing there, unmoving.
"Wha' in blazes did the Cap'n jump off th' side o' th' ship fer, boy?!" Gibbs glanced around and noticed that Rachel was not on deck like she had been minutes before. He assumed she went down to the galley to wait the storm out.
Jonathon tried to speak, but no words came, shocked that he had knocked Rachel off the Black Pearl.
"Jonathon! Answer man!" Gibbs shouted while steering the ship through the storm that was becoming worse but just barely beginning. Deciding that he could wait no longer for an answer, he shouted to the crew to be on hand when Jack needed to be pulled up from the ocean.
Jack hit the warm waters of the Caribbean gracefully. He swam around frantically trying to find Rachel, but to no avail. Finally he saw a flash of metal to his right from her cutlass, and swam with all his might to her. She was struggling to swim to the top, but couldn't, due to the weight of her wet boots and clothes. He could see that she was starting to lose consciousness from the lack of air. Jack grabbed Rachel around the waist, thankful that there was no heavy dress to weigh her down to the sandy bottom, and propelled to the surface of the Caribbean Sea.
He glanced over at her and could see that even though they were not far from the surface that she had been underwater much longer than he and was in desperate need of air. Jack stopped swimming for just a moment and pulled her face to his own. He opened her mouth and before the salt water could invade her lungs, he captured her mouth with his own and breathed air into her the best he could.
His mouth still on hers, he looked to her eyes to see if there was any sort of reaction to the oxygen. Her eyes were opened wide with shock, staring at him. It was then he realized that they were beginning to slowly sink back to the bottom of the ocean, so he pulled away and they now both swam to the surface, Jack's arm around her waist to make sure she didn't drift away.
They reached the surface and gasped in air greedily. Jack reached down to the rope and tugged it sharply twice and quickly grabbed a strong hold of Rachel before being hauled up to the deck yet again.
As they landed, thunder rumbled through the sky and lightning streaked between clouds. Wind blew through the air so forcefully; it knocked Rachel and Jack back down onto the deck. And with that, rain started to pour down so brutally on the deck that it bounced back up from the force.
Rachel still clung to Jack as they were helped up, still in shock from being thrown overboard and half-drowned. Jack still held a protective arm around her.
"Cap'n, shoul' we drop canvas, sir?" Gibbs asked. Jack looked up to the sky.
"She can hold a bit longer." Jack looked around and saw everybody standing there staring at the two. "Back t' work, ye mangy curs! Anamaria!" Jack called to the female pirate. She turned around. "Be a dear an' take Miss Finch down t' me cabin an' get 'er all fixed up, will ye? Th' minute ye can, get back ou' 'ere." With that, he gently pried Rachel off him with a slight smile and headed to the helm, where his effects lay minus the man who held them last, who was now working his hardest to fight against the storm and hoping against hope Jack had forgotten what happened.
Anamaria led Rachel to Jack's cabin and set her down in a chair to regain her senses. She had never been that close to passing out from lack of oxygen before, and the aftermath and left her a bit dizzy and not exactly her usual strong self. As she lay limp in the chair, she told this to Anamaria.
"Aw, no need t' fret. Jack's always thinkin' 'bout his crew. He would save any one o' us or die tryin'."
Rachel blinked, Anamaria's words taking a bit longer than usual to register in her waterlogged brain. "I'm not part of the crew," she replied dumbly.
Anamaria laughed. "Well, not officially, but ye may as well be, seein' as yer our cook an' yer helpin' us find treasure. It sounds t' me tha' yer very much a pirate, let alone part o' th' crew. I'll be righ' back with a change o' clothes fer ye." And she left.
Once Ana left, this gave Rachel time to comprehend her words. She seemed to be quite right. She was on a pirate ship cooking for pirates, and the last time she checked, a cook on a pirate ship still counted as a crew member. And she was indeed assisting in the discovery of a long lost treasure. Rachel smiled to herself. Maybe this is where she belonged. Or maybe she was delusional from the underwater scare. Well, whatever it was, it made her happy.
Ana returned with clothes from her trunk: a simple white blouse, black trousers, and another set of boots. Ana set them down and began to assist in removing Rachel's clothes, but no matter how out of it Rachel seemed, she knew that no one could see the scars that lay underneath her shirt, especially anyone on this ship. Rachel stood up, out of Anamaria's reach, and smiled warmly.
"Thank you so very much, Ana, but I'm feeling much better now. I think I'll be able to dress myself. Besides, I do'n want to keep you from yer duties on deck."
Ana smiled at Rachel in return, wished her well, and left the cabin, but not without pointing out that she had left a towel to dry off in.
Once the door was closed, Rachel stripped off the sopping clothes and dried herself off with the towel, wanting to re-dress as quickly as possible so there would be less of a chance of interruptions. Once her body was dry, she tugged on her trousers, blouse, and boots, running her fingers over the old but still very apparent scar over her stomach. She grabbed the dagger and belt with her sword attached to it from her damp clothes and re- attached them to her dry clothes.
Rachel sat down in the chair again, not realizing that the little activity she had just made would tire her out so much and make her as dizzy as it did. She leaned forward with her head between her knees, covering her head with the towel in a weak attempt to dry some of her hair. She must have dozed off a little bit because when she awoke; it was to the opening of the cabin door. Instinctively she reached for her dagger, but she realized it must have been Jack and leaned back in the chair to face him.
And indeed it was Jack – a very soggy, cold Jack. He sighed his welcome to her, too tired to speak, and collapsed on the bed.
Rachel felt a twinge of pity for Jack – the poor man tired himself out fighting a never ending battle with Mother Nature, and also wasted most of his energy saving her. Feeling a little more refreshed as a result of her nap, Rachel was able to get up and help Jack without getting too dizzy. He was laying on his back on the end of his bed, his knees and everything past them hanging off the side of the bed.
Rachel got on her knees and yanked off each of his boots with a sickening 'pop' and placed them near her own clothes by the fireplace.
"Ye do'n need t' do tha', love," Jack said to her in almost a whisper and without opening his eyes.
"You are absolutely right, Captain, I don't need to do anything," she replied quietly as not to disturb him. She reached up to his head and took off his trusty hat, and began to gingerly take each arm out of his coat and pulling it out from under him with remarkable ease. She then took off his belt and sash, along with his weapons, and gently tugged his shirt off over his head, putting it in a pile with all the rest of his clothes.
She went to Jack's dresser and returned with a new pair of blue trousers and another white blouse, almost identical to what he had previously been wearing. When she turned around, she quietly gasped at seeing the two bullet holes in his chest and the scars cut into his left forearm, not noticing them before when she was more focused on not disturbing Jack.
Rachel did not comment about the wounds she saw, seeing as she herself had scars of her own that she would rather not talk about, and set the shirt down on a plush chair nearest his bed so he could wear it in the morning figuring he would be like any other man she knew and sleep shirtless. Then came the tough part: taking off his pants.
She looked around a bit nervously, trying to figure out a way to take his pants off without embarrassing him, and most of all, herself. Then she spotted the towel she had used earlier and placed it over his hips so when she pulled his trousers off, she wouldn't see anything. This is exactly what happened, and did not remove the towel until she had snapped the button to his dry trousers.
She yanked off the towel, and grabbing the rest of his clothes, she went to place them by the fire as well. She came back and adjusted Jack so that he was laying properly in his bed, which jostled him awake a bit.
He grabbed her arms and spoke again without opening his eyes: "Stay 'ere," he whispered, pulling her to his other side and fell asleep, still not releasing her. He reveled in the warmth of her body; a nice change from the hours of rainfall he had to endure.
Rachel breathed deeply, eyes wide, but finally settled down when she recognized that Jack was not one to fear. She closed her eyes and fell asleep, resting her head slightly on Jack's shoulder.
Chapter Six: Into the Sea
As Rachel hit the water, the waves did not ease up at all in speed. In fact, the water kept rushing around her faster and faster with each passing minute. With the force of her fall, she sunk quite a way down, the waves pummeling her. And very unfortunately for her, she was in such a shock of falling overboard that she did not breathe in enough air to suffice her being under water for the period of time it took to surface.
Jack heard Rachel tumble backwards and tried to reach out to grab her, but he was too late. She had fallen. And it was all that stupid whelp's fault. Jack turned to Jonathon, seeing red. Deciding that it was not the opportune moment to beat the lad, Jack instead handed him his effects and his hat as quickly as he could. Once rid of his accessories, he tied a spare rope around his waist and dove gracefully off the side of the ship, yelling to Gibbs to hold the helm.
Gibbs turned around, stunned to see Jack dive off the ship with a rope attached to him. He ran up to the helm and leaned over the railing, just in time to see Jack delve into the deep black void that was the ocean. He turned to Jonathon, seeing that he was holding Jack's things and just standing there, unmoving.
"Wha' in blazes did the Cap'n jump off th' side o' th' ship fer, boy?!" Gibbs glanced around and noticed that Rachel was not on deck like she had been minutes before. He assumed she went down to the galley to wait the storm out.
Jonathon tried to speak, but no words came, shocked that he had knocked Rachel off the Black Pearl.
"Jonathon! Answer man!" Gibbs shouted while steering the ship through the storm that was becoming worse but just barely beginning. Deciding that he could wait no longer for an answer, he shouted to the crew to be on hand when Jack needed to be pulled up from the ocean.
Jack hit the warm waters of the Caribbean gracefully. He swam around frantically trying to find Rachel, but to no avail. Finally he saw a flash of metal to his right from her cutlass, and swam with all his might to her. She was struggling to swim to the top, but couldn't, due to the weight of her wet boots and clothes. He could see that she was starting to lose consciousness from the lack of air. Jack grabbed Rachel around the waist, thankful that there was no heavy dress to weigh her down to the sandy bottom, and propelled to the surface of the Caribbean Sea.
He glanced over at her and could see that even though they were not far from the surface that she had been underwater much longer than he and was in desperate need of air. Jack stopped swimming for just a moment and pulled her face to his own. He opened her mouth and before the salt water could invade her lungs, he captured her mouth with his own and breathed air into her the best he could.
His mouth still on hers, he looked to her eyes to see if there was any sort of reaction to the oxygen. Her eyes were opened wide with shock, staring at him. It was then he realized that they were beginning to slowly sink back to the bottom of the ocean, so he pulled away and they now both swam to the surface, Jack's arm around her waist to make sure she didn't drift away.
They reached the surface and gasped in air greedily. Jack reached down to the rope and tugged it sharply twice and quickly grabbed a strong hold of Rachel before being hauled up to the deck yet again.
As they landed, thunder rumbled through the sky and lightning streaked between clouds. Wind blew through the air so forcefully; it knocked Rachel and Jack back down onto the deck. And with that, rain started to pour down so brutally on the deck that it bounced back up from the force.
Rachel still clung to Jack as they were helped up, still in shock from being thrown overboard and half-drowned. Jack still held a protective arm around her.
"Cap'n, shoul' we drop canvas, sir?" Gibbs asked. Jack looked up to the sky.
"She can hold a bit longer." Jack looked around and saw everybody standing there staring at the two. "Back t' work, ye mangy curs! Anamaria!" Jack called to the female pirate. She turned around. "Be a dear an' take Miss Finch down t' me cabin an' get 'er all fixed up, will ye? Th' minute ye can, get back ou' 'ere." With that, he gently pried Rachel off him with a slight smile and headed to the helm, where his effects lay minus the man who held them last, who was now working his hardest to fight against the storm and hoping against hope Jack had forgotten what happened.
Anamaria led Rachel to Jack's cabin and set her down in a chair to regain her senses. She had never been that close to passing out from lack of oxygen before, and the aftermath and left her a bit dizzy and not exactly her usual strong self. As she lay limp in the chair, she told this to Anamaria.
"Aw, no need t' fret. Jack's always thinkin' 'bout his crew. He would save any one o' us or die tryin'."
Rachel blinked, Anamaria's words taking a bit longer than usual to register in her waterlogged brain. "I'm not part of the crew," she replied dumbly.
Anamaria laughed. "Well, not officially, but ye may as well be, seein' as yer our cook an' yer helpin' us find treasure. It sounds t' me tha' yer very much a pirate, let alone part o' th' crew. I'll be righ' back with a change o' clothes fer ye." And she left.
Once Ana left, this gave Rachel time to comprehend her words. She seemed to be quite right. She was on a pirate ship cooking for pirates, and the last time she checked, a cook on a pirate ship still counted as a crew member. And she was indeed assisting in the discovery of a long lost treasure. Rachel smiled to herself. Maybe this is where she belonged. Or maybe she was delusional from the underwater scare. Well, whatever it was, it made her happy.
Ana returned with clothes from her trunk: a simple white blouse, black trousers, and another set of boots. Ana set them down and began to assist in removing Rachel's clothes, but no matter how out of it Rachel seemed, she knew that no one could see the scars that lay underneath her shirt, especially anyone on this ship. Rachel stood up, out of Anamaria's reach, and smiled warmly.
"Thank you so very much, Ana, but I'm feeling much better now. I think I'll be able to dress myself. Besides, I do'n want to keep you from yer duties on deck."
Ana smiled at Rachel in return, wished her well, and left the cabin, but not without pointing out that she had left a towel to dry off in.
Once the door was closed, Rachel stripped off the sopping clothes and dried herself off with the towel, wanting to re-dress as quickly as possible so there would be less of a chance of interruptions. Once her body was dry, she tugged on her trousers, blouse, and boots, running her fingers over the old but still very apparent scar over her stomach. She grabbed the dagger and belt with her sword attached to it from her damp clothes and re- attached them to her dry clothes.
Rachel sat down in the chair again, not realizing that the little activity she had just made would tire her out so much and make her as dizzy as it did. She leaned forward with her head between her knees, covering her head with the towel in a weak attempt to dry some of her hair. She must have dozed off a little bit because when she awoke; it was to the opening of the cabin door. Instinctively she reached for her dagger, but she realized it must have been Jack and leaned back in the chair to face him.
And indeed it was Jack – a very soggy, cold Jack. He sighed his welcome to her, too tired to speak, and collapsed on the bed.
Rachel felt a twinge of pity for Jack – the poor man tired himself out fighting a never ending battle with Mother Nature, and also wasted most of his energy saving her. Feeling a little more refreshed as a result of her nap, Rachel was able to get up and help Jack without getting too dizzy. He was laying on his back on the end of his bed, his knees and everything past them hanging off the side of the bed.
Rachel got on her knees and yanked off each of his boots with a sickening 'pop' and placed them near her own clothes by the fireplace.
"Ye do'n need t' do tha', love," Jack said to her in almost a whisper and without opening his eyes.
"You are absolutely right, Captain, I don't need to do anything," she replied quietly as not to disturb him. She reached up to his head and took off his trusty hat, and began to gingerly take each arm out of his coat and pulling it out from under him with remarkable ease. She then took off his belt and sash, along with his weapons, and gently tugged his shirt off over his head, putting it in a pile with all the rest of his clothes.
She went to Jack's dresser and returned with a new pair of blue trousers and another white blouse, almost identical to what he had previously been wearing. When she turned around, she quietly gasped at seeing the two bullet holes in his chest and the scars cut into his left forearm, not noticing them before when she was more focused on not disturbing Jack.
Rachel did not comment about the wounds she saw, seeing as she herself had scars of her own that she would rather not talk about, and set the shirt down on a plush chair nearest his bed so he could wear it in the morning figuring he would be like any other man she knew and sleep shirtless. Then came the tough part: taking off his pants.
She looked around a bit nervously, trying to figure out a way to take his pants off without embarrassing him, and most of all, herself. Then she spotted the towel she had used earlier and placed it over his hips so when she pulled his trousers off, she wouldn't see anything. This is exactly what happened, and did not remove the towel until she had snapped the button to his dry trousers.
She yanked off the towel, and grabbing the rest of his clothes, she went to place them by the fire as well. She came back and adjusted Jack so that he was laying properly in his bed, which jostled him awake a bit.
He grabbed her arms and spoke again without opening his eyes: "Stay 'ere," he whispered, pulling her to his other side and fell asleep, still not releasing her. He reveled in the warmth of her body; a nice change from the hours of rainfall he had to endure.
Rachel breathed deeply, eyes wide, but finally settled down when she recognized that Jack was not one to fear. She closed her eyes and fell asleep, resting her head slightly on Jack's shoulder.