Heres another one. Thanks for the reviews again! Tee hee!
Bonny sat on Jack's bed, glaring at everything and nothing. She was so angry she wanted to smash something. Her fists curled and uncurled and she kicked the bed every few seconds. Jack was out having a word with Gibbs. Bonny had protested hugely about him acting like something was amiss, so it was Jack's own damn fault if he started the mutiny now!
When Jack had been escorting (dragging) her to his cabin, she had caught a few angry looks off some of the crew. She had tried to give them a reasurring smiles, but they felt more like grimaces.
She sighed heavily and folded her arms, careful not to antagonise her injury.
"I think its time we had a talk..." she muttered, pulling a face. "I think its time you walked the plank!" She yelled at the closed door and scowled. "Damn stupid pirate fool! I've better things to be doin'!" She firmly believed it too. She could be...be. "EUCH!" She cursed and kicked the bed again.
"Don't damage the bed Darlin'. Some of my best work is done there."
She jumped up and glared at Jack with one brow raised. "Yeah! By yer onesies!"
The corner of Jacks mouth quirked in amusement, "Doubt it darlin'."
He walked towards her holding a basin of water and some cloth. "Take your dress off."
"Excuse me!!"
He grinned again. "Have to fix up that wound love. Wouldn't want it getting infected. Savvy?"
She glowered at him, red-faced. "If you think-" Rage made her stutter. "If you-! I will fix my own damn wound!"
He set the basin on the table and turned to her. "Have you ever dressed a knife injury before?"
He took her furious silence as a no. "Well I have. If you don't get to them in time, gangrene can take over. It leaks through your whole body. Usually have to cut off the infected part, but-" He glanced at her side. "Can't really do that in this case. Parts will start dropping off, going green. Smells like rotten cheese. Not pleasant." He shook his head mock-sadly. "Or then theres blood poisoning. That spreads through yer body too. Leathal. Very painful. Not to mention-"
"Allright!" She threw up her hands in surrender. "Fine. Turn around!"
Muttering to herself, she flung off Jacks hat, shook off his coat and began unlacing the front of her dress.
"If yer having trouble..."
"Don't even think it," she said in caustic tones. She slid her dress off her shoulders and placed them on the back of a chair. Giving Jack's back a warning glance, she began to unlace her shift. Then stopped. She couldn't do this. No way was she going to willingly undress in front of that...pirate! All she had on under her shift was a bodice and a frayed petticoat.
Jack turned to the side a little. "Knew you couldn't do it love. Afraid you won't be able to resist having a little fun without yer clothing?"
Bonny tore off her shift and faced him wearing her bodice and petticoat and a scowl. "Thats as far as I'm going. You can just work around it."
"Easily done Darl-"
"Oh just shut up for once would ye!" She stamped in frustration.
Jack stared at her in amusement, his grin was widening by the second. "You seem to be in a bit of a strop there love. Wouldn't be angry about anything in particular?"
He sat on the bed and made himself comfortable. " Is that a bit of a Dublin accent I hear? I've heard yer posh English accent, yer Port Royale street slur, yer Port Royale upper crust accent, I've even heard you speak in my accent, but the Dublin one? Thats new."
"Its old," she growled.
He glanced up at her, then away quickly hiding a grin. "Really. Travelled a lot for someone of...what? Eighteen?"
"Twenty!"
"Ah." He seemed to be gazing idly around the room.
Bonny gaped at him. "Are you going to help me or not?"
He sighed theatrically and stood up. He slid his dagger out of its sheath and walked towards her.
Bonny stepped back. "Wait! What are you -"
He caught both her hands in one of his and swiped the knife against her side. A circular portion of her bodice fluttered to the ground. Bonny squeeled and glared at him. "What did you-"
"Well ye wouldn't take it off Darlin'. I can't see through material. Savvy?"
She glanced down at the hole; more than enough to see the wound, less than she would have liked for modestys sake.
Jack dipped the corner of a cloth in the bowl of steaming water, and turned to her. "This is going to sting a little. Please refrain from slapping, kicking or biting me if its at all possible," he said, sarcasm dripping from his words.
She caught her breath as her side stung with pain, but she was not going to cry out. Not in front of him! He wiped away the dried blood with suprising gentleness and dipped the cloth in the water to clean it.
He looked up at her from where he crouched by her side, his expression yet again unreadable. "Seems to be more than one knife cut here, love. Think its about time you told me what happened."
Bonny winced from the pain and closed her eyes. "I can't tell you," she said, barely above a whisper.
Jack stopped for a moment. Bonny opened her eyes to see what he was doing. He stared up at her, his eyes concerned. "Love, no ones going to hurt you. I swear it. Anyone who even tries will have me to deal with first, Savvy?"
She gave a slight bitter chuckle. "Thats the point. I can't tell you, because they'll kill you." She added quickly, "Not that I care, but once you're hanging from the yard arm, its me next."
Jacks face clouded over. "They?" He stood up slowly so that he could peer into her face. "And 'They' would be on my ship, correct?"
Bonny blushed. Jack cursed violently and narrowed his eyes. "And one of them would be Jenkins." He rubbed his beard. "And where Jenkins is, you find Owens like a mongrel."
He turned back to her, his eyes blazing. "And what is it that they were planning?"
"Uh-"
Jack read it in her face. "Blasted mutinous curs!" He spun on his heels and marched to the door.
"Jack!" Bonny raced after him and grabbed his arm. When that didn't work, she blocked the door with her body. "It won't work Jack! They're all in it! Everyone but me, you and Gibbs. You won't be able to say one word before they gut you!"
Jack grimaced then slammed his fist against the door above her shoulder. He leaned on his arm, his head resting on the wood of the door. He looked exhausted, nothing like Captain Jack Sparrow.
Bonny glanced away, supressing her sudden tears. "I'm sorry Jack," she said softly. "I really really am." When he didn't answer, she, hesitantly, rested her head in the crook of his arm, his shirt held tightly in her fist.
He looked down, as if noticing her for the first time, then stroked her hair looking thoughtful.
"So they want the Pearl," he said lowly, "And they want the treasure. Thats why you tried to burn the map..."
"Yep." She was crying now. Guilt washed over her in waves.
His brows met suddenly. "What exactly did they say they wanted?"
"The treasure." She glanced up at his change in tone.
"Did they say what in particular?"
She frowned in confusion,"The stuff on the map. They said they would wait till we neared the island before-" she racked her memory,"before hanging Gibbs, having their way with me while you watched, then they would tie us to a cannon and send us down to see old Dave."
Jack seemed to relax a little. "So they didn't mention any other...treasure, then."
Bonny stepped back to examine his face. "What other treasure? Jack?"
Jack seemed to have regained his usual jovial persona. He paced around his cabin, a slight smirk on his lips.
Bonny gaped. "Jack? What is it you're not telling me?"
He gave her a twinkling look, before snatching up the bandages. "Come here love," he said in a dangerously self-satisfied way.
When she didn't move, he sauntered over and pulled her.
He crouched down beside her and rubbed cold ointment into her wound. Bonny was too puzzled to notice. "Jack?"
He ignored her and wrapped the bandages around her waist before standing with a flourish. "All done Darlin'." He had the gaul to pat her on her behind.
He stood back on his heels and walked towards the door.
"Jack!" Bonny was nearly shouting now. "Jack! What are you-"
He ignored her and put his hand on the door.
"The map is a fake!" She said with desperation. "Its a trap."
He stopped, his hand resting on the door knob.
Dah dah dah...another cliffi! I'm so sorry ...well, no I'm not! Tee hee...
Bonny sat on Jack's bed, glaring at everything and nothing. She was so angry she wanted to smash something. Her fists curled and uncurled and she kicked the bed every few seconds. Jack was out having a word with Gibbs. Bonny had protested hugely about him acting like something was amiss, so it was Jack's own damn fault if he started the mutiny now!
When Jack had been escorting (dragging) her to his cabin, she had caught a few angry looks off some of the crew. She had tried to give them a reasurring smiles, but they felt more like grimaces.
She sighed heavily and folded her arms, careful not to antagonise her injury.
"I think its time we had a talk..." she muttered, pulling a face. "I think its time you walked the plank!" She yelled at the closed door and scowled. "Damn stupid pirate fool! I've better things to be doin'!" She firmly believed it too. She could be...be. "EUCH!" She cursed and kicked the bed again.
"Don't damage the bed Darlin'. Some of my best work is done there."
She jumped up and glared at Jack with one brow raised. "Yeah! By yer onesies!"
The corner of Jacks mouth quirked in amusement, "Doubt it darlin'."
He walked towards her holding a basin of water and some cloth. "Take your dress off."
"Excuse me!!"
He grinned again. "Have to fix up that wound love. Wouldn't want it getting infected. Savvy?"
She glowered at him, red-faced. "If you think-" Rage made her stutter. "If you-! I will fix my own damn wound!"
He set the basin on the table and turned to her. "Have you ever dressed a knife injury before?"
He took her furious silence as a no. "Well I have. If you don't get to them in time, gangrene can take over. It leaks through your whole body. Usually have to cut off the infected part, but-" He glanced at her side. "Can't really do that in this case. Parts will start dropping off, going green. Smells like rotten cheese. Not pleasant." He shook his head mock-sadly. "Or then theres blood poisoning. That spreads through yer body too. Leathal. Very painful. Not to mention-"
"Allright!" She threw up her hands in surrender. "Fine. Turn around!"
Muttering to herself, she flung off Jacks hat, shook off his coat and began unlacing the front of her dress.
"If yer having trouble..."
"Don't even think it," she said in caustic tones. She slid her dress off her shoulders and placed them on the back of a chair. Giving Jack's back a warning glance, she began to unlace her shift. Then stopped. She couldn't do this. No way was she going to willingly undress in front of that...pirate! All she had on under her shift was a bodice and a frayed petticoat.
Jack turned to the side a little. "Knew you couldn't do it love. Afraid you won't be able to resist having a little fun without yer clothing?"
Bonny tore off her shift and faced him wearing her bodice and petticoat and a scowl. "Thats as far as I'm going. You can just work around it."
"Easily done Darl-"
"Oh just shut up for once would ye!" She stamped in frustration.
Jack stared at her in amusement, his grin was widening by the second. "You seem to be in a bit of a strop there love. Wouldn't be angry about anything in particular?"
He sat on the bed and made himself comfortable. " Is that a bit of a Dublin accent I hear? I've heard yer posh English accent, yer Port Royale street slur, yer Port Royale upper crust accent, I've even heard you speak in my accent, but the Dublin one? Thats new."
"Its old," she growled.
He glanced up at her, then away quickly hiding a grin. "Really. Travelled a lot for someone of...what? Eighteen?"
"Twenty!"
"Ah." He seemed to be gazing idly around the room.
Bonny gaped at him. "Are you going to help me or not?"
He sighed theatrically and stood up. He slid his dagger out of its sheath and walked towards her.
Bonny stepped back. "Wait! What are you -"
He caught both her hands in one of his and swiped the knife against her side. A circular portion of her bodice fluttered to the ground. Bonny squeeled and glared at him. "What did you-"
"Well ye wouldn't take it off Darlin'. I can't see through material. Savvy?"
She glanced down at the hole; more than enough to see the wound, less than she would have liked for modestys sake.
Jack dipped the corner of a cloth in the bowl of steaming water, and turned to her. "This is going to sting a little. Please refrain from slapping, kicking or biting me if its at all possible," he said, sarcasm dripping from his words.
She caught her breath as her side stung with pain, but she was not going to cry out. Not in front of him! He wiped away the dried blood with suprising gentleness and dipped the cloth in the water to clean it.
He looked up at her from where he crouched by her side, his expression yet again unreadable. "Seems to be more than one knife cut here, love. Think its about time you told me what happened."
Bonny winced from the pain and closed her eyes. "I can't tell you," she said, barely above a whisper.
Jack stopped for a moment. Bonny opened her eyes to see what he was doing. He stared up at her, his eyes concerned. "Love, no ones going to hurt you. I swear it. Anyone who even tries will have me to deal with first, Savvy?"
She gave a slight bitter chuckle. "Thats the point. I can't tell you, because they'll kill you." She added quickly, "Not that I care, but once you're hanging from the yard arm, its me next."
Jacks face clouded over. "They?" He stood up slowly so that he could peer into her face. "And 'They' would be on my ship, correct?"
Bonny blushed. Jack cursed violently and narrowed his eyes. "And one of them would be Jenkins." He rubbed his beard. "And where Jenkins is, you find Owens like a mongrel."
He turned back to her, his eyes blazing. "And what is it that they were planning?"
"Uh-"
Jack read it in her face. "Blasted mutinous curs!" He spun on his heels and marched to the door.
"Jack!" Bonny raced after him and grabbed his arm. When that didn't work, she blocked the door with her body. "It won't work Jack! They're all in it! Everyone but me, you and Gibbs. You won't be able to say one word before they gut you!"
Jack grimaced then slammed his fist against the door above her shoulder. He leaned on his arm, his head resting on the wood of the door. He looked exhausted, nothing like Captain Jack Sparrow.
Bonny glanced away, supressing her sudden tears. "I'm sorry Jack," she said softly. "I really really am." When he didn't answer, she, hesitantly, rested her head in the crook of his arm, his shirt held tightly in her fist.
He looked down, as if noticing her for the first time, then stroked her hair looking thoughtful.
"So they want the Pearl," he said lowly, "And they want the treasure. Thats why you tried to burn the map..."
"Yep." She was crying now. Guilt washed over her in waves.
His brows met suddenly. "What exactly did they say they wanted?"
"The treasure." She glanced up at his change in tone.
"Did they say what in particular?"
She frowned in confusion,"The stuff on the map. They said they would wait till we neared the island before-" she racked her memory,"before hanging Gibbs, having their way with me while you watched, then they would tie us to a cannon and send us down to see old Dave."
Jack seemed to relax a little. "So they didn't mention any other...treasure, then."
Bonny stepped back to examine his face. "What other treasure? Jack?"
Jack seemed to have regained his usual jovial persona. He paced around his cabin, a slight smirk on his lips.
Bonny gaped. "Jack? What is it you're not telling me?"
He gave her a twinkling look, before snatching up the bandages. "Come here love," he said in a dangerously self-satisfied way.
When she didn't move, he sauntered over and pulled her.
He crouched down beside her and rubbed cold ointment into her wound. Bonny was too puzzled to notice. "Jack?"
He ignored her and wrapped the bandages around her waist before standing with a flourish. "All done Darlin'." He had the gaul to pat her on her behind.
He stood back on his heels and walked towards the door.
"Jack!" Bonny was nearly shouting now. "Jack! What are you-"
He ignored her and put his hand on the door.
"The map is a fake!" She said with desperation. "Its a trap."
He stopped, his hand resting on the door knob.
Dah dah dah...another cliffi! I'm so sorry ...well, no I'm not! Tee hee...