Author's Note: Okay, this is updated a little sooner than I had planned,
but I figured that since I have very little homework, shock of all shocks,
I may as well do something for the common good of my readers.wow, I'm
sentimental tonight, probably because I've been working with my little
brother on eighth grade algebra tonight.oh, the memories.*cringe*.moving on
to a much happier subject, I know that this isn't exactly a long chappie,
but it does provide some comic relief to some of the seriousness and down-
heartedness of earlier chapters.you'll see what I mean. Also, bowling has
just gotten done so I will have slightly more time to write.I say slightly
because I'm usually under a mountain of homework.but I should have more
time to write. I think that's about all, except that this author is no
longer the subject of a song from "Sound of Music", I turned 17 yesterday
morning! Yay for me! Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter and please
leave a review.it would be very nice.
Author Thanks:
jinxd n cursed - Thanks mate. I was hoping that you all would like the start of an Anamaria/Christina friendship.plus it's bloody impossible to write a good character (in the movie) soo mean all the time.but it is explained later *hint hint, wink wink*
TriGemini - I realize that Christina has breakdowns a bit frequently, but put yourself in her shoes - no family, friends, money, freedom (in essence) and no real choices - I think that almost anyone would be having breakdowns. Jack does seem really sincere.and slowly she is learning to trust him, I just don't want this to be one of those fics where the main character falls in love with Jack after knowing him for a week or two.I think that trust is something that takes a while to be built (no offense to anyone who likes those stories or writes them, its just my personal opinion, don't hold it against me!).he's so sweet ;).okay, sentimental again.Well, thanks for the review! Always appreciated.
PepaMynt - No worries 'bout being lazy.I have a problem with it too.especially when it comes to reviewing.
Last time:
"Jack's looking after ye. He's taking a liking to ye and from what I could tell earlier, it seems to be mutual."
Damn her for reminding me about that embarrassment. I blushed scarlet and said, "Well, I'm going to bed," and I said no more until morning.
What's in a Name?
Chapter 8: A Celebration of Sorts
~*~
By now, I had become accustomed to life on the ship. There was always someone keeping an eye on me, be it Jack, Colin or Anamaria. My dealings with the crew were few and far between but I was slowly getting to know them. I doubted whether Colin or Jack trusted them enough to leave me alone with them, though. The few that I had spoken with seemed decent enough, once one got past the dirt and the fact that they were pirates.
I wasn't sure what they thought of me. Not that I really cared, but it was an idle thought. I imagined that they thought that I was a spoiled merchant's kid or a pirate brat.although, I hoped that my mannerisms proved otherwise. For some reason, I still cared about manners and making a good impression.why I did, I couldn't tell you. But I think that I was trying to preserve what little of polite society I had left.
Whenever I was allowed to venture on deck, I would stare apprehensively at La Femme, sailing near us. Then I would turn my gaze to the distant line of the horizon. The longer we sailed, the more I wondered when I would hear the cry of "Land ho!" and see the outline of the shore in the distance.
I still shared the cabin with Anamaria, who I trusted slightly more, in spite of the previous events. For a while, I still felt terribly angry with her for delivering the shot that killed my mother.although I never truly would come to terms with it, I came to realize that she did it out of kindness, although a mercy killing did little to soothe the hurt inside of me. I grew to respect her slightly and I think that she now knew that I wasn't the spoiled brat that she had believed me to be. She gave me brief lessons on the parts of the ship and the correct names of all the mast. And there was a small glimmer of friendship kindling between us.not barely noticeable, but present nonetheless.
As my semi-friendship with Anamaria grew, so did my relationship with Jack intensify. It was difficult to explain why I felt so but I was drawn to him as pirates are drawn to treasure.
To my immense dismay, Ana and Jack both had been trying to get me to try rum or as they put it, "the finer things in life" for some time now. It was a week and a half after I had moved in with Ana that I finally succumbed.
Ana, Gibbs, Colin and I were in Jack's cabin discussing Madagascar, which we would be reaching in a day or two. Jack asked me to recite the riddle so that we could attempt to figure out what it meant.
"Yes, but what does it mean?" Ana asked gruffly.
"I don't really know. We just have to be very careful about what we do," I replied.
"Seems ta me lass, that yer papa put up some sort o' trap guarding his treasure," Gibbs said.
"It would seem so, Mr. Gibbs," I said. "But we have to find this Black- Eyed Pete before we can go chasing after whatever it is. We don't even know where the island is. So I think that the first thing we need to do is find him and see where that gets us."
"How are ye intending to find him, love? Have ye even seen this man before? Do ye know where he is?" Jack asked.
"I don't know. And of course I haven't seen him before! How could I have seen him. My father hid the treasure before I was even born. I just know that he is there, in Madagascar, that city that I showed you, and that he is supposed to have something that we can't go without," I explained.
Jack sighed. "And how exactly are ye going to find him?"
"I was just planning on asking people," I said simply.
Jack, Colin, Gibbs, and Ana all laughed.
"What?" I asked confused.
"Love, ye can't go into some port that ye have never been to before, don't know anyone from and expect to get information. And no one would listen to you anyway because they'd be too busy trying to do other things to that attractive little body that you are flaunting," Jack said.
I glared angrily at Jack but Colin drew my attention away before I could retort.
"He's right, lass. Ye wouldnae get any information if ye went ashore alone," Colin put in.
I sighed, feeling frustrated. "Well, what do you geniuses suggest then? Because I'm bloody well out of ideas."
"Love, we didn't say that you couldn't ask for information. Just that you shouldn't do it alone," Jack elabourated.
"Well.what does that get me?"
"Only someone to keep an eye out for you and perhaps aid you in your search for information."
The other three nodded at me, shooting devilish glances from myself to my captor.
"Oh, so who's that going to be?" I asked annoyed.
Colin looked from my angry face to Jack's grinning one and said, "Cap'n, I think it'd be best if ye went ashore with Christy."
I turned to stare incredulously at Colin and managed to get out an angry, "Colin," before I was interrupted.
"Cuz, ye know the area the best, sir," Colin said. "And it's the safest choice fer ye lass. Don' look all betrayed like at me. Ye know I be right."
I pursed my lips and scowled at the ground.
"Well, I'm feeling quite good about all this. Christy, love, I'd be much obliged if you'll accompany me to Madagascar, then."
I looked up, still frowning and said, "Fine," stubbornly.
"Excellent!" Jack proclaimed. "Drinks all around!"
Ana, Gibbs and Colin all made assenting noise and Jack moved to his rum cabinet and removed five bottles.
I sat down with the rest and to my surprise, a bottle was shoved into my hands. I looked up in surprise. "No, I don't drink," I protested, trying to hand the bottle back to Jack.who wouldn't take it.
Mr. Gibbs, after taking a long draw from his own bottle said, winking, "It'll do ye some good, lass. Warms ye up nice on the insides."
The rest nodded their agreement and Ana said, "Lass, t'ain't poisoned. Drink up!"
Recognizing a challenge when I heard one, I tentatively took a sip from the bottle. I swallowed a small amount and felt it burn as it made its way down my throat. I crinkled my nose slightly but took another drink. It wasn't so bad the second time around.
I looked up at them and said, "It's not bad.not that good either.but I can think of worse things."
Jack clasped his bottle to his chest like a mother shielding her only child from a dangerous madman. He looked at me and said sternly, "Don't insult the rum." Then he said, to the rum, mind, "She didn't mean it, sweetheart. She's just a mean-spirited, non-rum accustomed little girl. Don't let her hurt your feelings," he murmured.
I laughed for the first time in six weeks. He was talking to the rum as if it could hear him!
Everyone stared at me. Once I stopped laughing, I took another drink of the rum and said, "You're crazy."
Finally talking resumed, but the topics grew steadily funnier as we kept talking and as more rum kept disappearing. I kept having little laugh attacks, even when no one was talking.
Ana, probably the soberest of all of us, said, "Jack, ye shouldn't have given 'er that!"
Jack laughed and slurred, "Aye, but 's funny, though." A moment elapsed before he asked, "Ye ever drunk afore, Christy?"
Stiffling giggles, I said, "I am NOT drunk!"
"Lassie, ye be drunk!" Gibbs cried good-naturedly.
Colin nodded his agreement.
"Doesn't anyone believe me?" I asked, swaying slightly in my chair. When no response came, I pushed myself up and said, while walking towards the door, "I am not drunk! You bloody pirates are the ones who are drunk! "
My balance, usually so steady, chose that moment to fail and I found myself lying over the arms of Jack's chair on my back. Giggling, I pushed myself up and sat precariously on one arm of the chair, a hand on Jack's shoulder for balance.
"Love, ye be drunk," Jack reiterated.
"Drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk," I sang quietly under my breath. I nodded my head and said, "Maybe I am."
Jack laughed and made a grab for the bottle in my hands.
"MINE!" I cried, before stumbling back to my chair.
"Jack? When ye gonna jes bed tha gal?" Gibbs asked.
I jerked. I wasn't so inebriated as to not recognize my name when it was said.
Colin looked at Gibbs and slurred, "Cap'n ain't laid a 'and on 'er, Gibbs. Ye should know that. The way he walks 'bout all stiff like!"
Colin, Gibbs, and Ana laughed raucously.
"Slander!" Jack cried, half-mockingly.
They only laughed harder.
"Aye, we knows it well, Jack," Ana said between laughs. "Tha gal's too 'ung up on Gibbs 'ere to notice anything else male!"
"I am not!" I cried, outraged.
Gibbs looked at me kindly and said, "I didnae know ye cared so much lassie!"
I took a big draft from the bottle to soothe my embarrassment.
"We all knows it, love. She even refused me cuz she loves ye so, Gibbsey, old mate," Jack said jokingly.
I got up and staggered over to Jack. Whipping my and back, I slapped him across the face. Unfortunately, my balance, already not my strong point at the time, chose now as a good time to fail again and I fell into Jack's lap.
"Tha's not very nice," Jack scolded, but when I tried to push myself up, he caught me around my waist. "Ye be a bad gal, Christy."
I laughed.
"I be serious. Ye deserve to be punished," Jack chided.
I reached out and grabbed the beads hanging on the front of Jack's bandana. My hand grazed his hairline and came to rest with some of the other beads and trinkets woven into his hair. I played with them absently, humming under my breath. I looked up at Jack after several long moments and asked, "Am I to be punished?"
"Aye, punished," Jack answered huskily. (Had I been sober, I would have noticed his arousal.although if I were sober, I wouldn't have been in this situation.) Then he gently pushed me off of his lap and I stumbled to my chair.
"You know what?" I asked. "I'm gonna.gonna.I'm gonna drink some more," I said, having forgotten what I had initially wanted to say.
Colin smiled and shook his head before getting up and staggering slight on his way towards the door. "Night all," he said before leaving.
"G'night Colin, my bestest friend!" I called happily, waving my arms around like a maniac.
"For this being her first time drinking, she 'olds her liquor well," Ana remarked, studying me carefully.
Jack looked at me an said.or rather slurred, "Ye sure ye ne'er been drunk before, Christy?"
"I be sure!" I cried merrily.
Suddenly, snores filtered through the cabin. I turned and saw that Mr. Gibbs had passed out.
"I'd best be getting' 'im back," Ana said roughly. She walked over to Mr. Gibbs and slapped him several times across the face before sheparding him out of the cabin.
I looked at Jack and noticed that he had been staring at me. "You can't see me!" I cried musically, covering my face with my hands and laughing girlishly.
"Where'd ye go, Christy?" Jack called, playing along with me.
"'Ere I am!" I called, throwing my hands off my face. "But you can't catch me!" I taunted as I stood and staggered away.
Jack, laughing, got up and pursued, right behind me.
Suddenly, my vision went black and I felt arms catch me before I hit the floor.
~*~
A/N: Okay, so, PLEASE leave a review! I really appreciate hearing from people and even if it is a flame, I urge you, go ahead and flame me.I like playing with fire! But if anyone has any questions, I'll be happy to address them if you just ask! Thanks!
~CrazyCanoeingGIT
Author Thanks:
jinxd n cursed - Thanks mate. I was hoping that you all would like the start of an Anamaria/Christina friendship.plus it's bloody impossible to write a good character (in the movie) soo mean all the time.but it is explained later *hint hint, wink wink*
TriGemini - I realize that Christina has breakdowns a bit frequently, but put yourself in her shoes - no family, friends, money, freedom (in essence) and no real choices - I think that almost anyone would be having breakdowns. Jack does seem really sincere.and slowly she is learning to trust him, I just don't want this to be one of those fics where the main character falls in love with Jack after knowing him for a week or two.I think that trust is something that takes a while to be built (no offense to anyone who likes those stories or writes them, its just my personal opinion, don't hold it against me!).he's so sweet ;).okay, sentimental again.Well, thanks for the review! Always appreciated.
PepaMynt - No worries 'bout being lazy.I have a problem with it too.especially when it comes to reviewing.
Last time:
"Jack's looking after ye. He's taking a liking to ye and from what I could tell earlier, it seems to be mutual."
Damn her for reminding me about that embarrassment. I blushed scarlet and said, "Well, I'm going to bed," and I said no more until morning.
What's in a Name?
Chapter 8: A Celebration of Sorts
~*~
By now, I had become accustomed to life on the ship. There was always someone keeping an eye on me, be it Jack, Colin or Anamaria. My dealings with the crew were few and far between but I was slowly getting to know them. I doubted whether Colin or Jack trusted them enough to leave me alone with them, though. The few that I had spoken with seemed decent enough, once one got past the dirt and the fact that they were pirates.
I wasn't sure what they thought of me. Not that I really cared, but it was an idle thought. I imagined that they thought that I was a spoiled merchant's kid or a pirate brat.although, I hoped that my mannerisms proved otherwise. For some reason, I still cared about manners and making a good impression.why I did, I couldn't tell you. But I think that I was trying to preserve what little of polite society I had left.
Whenever I was allowed to venture on deck, I would stare apprehensively at La Femme, sailing near us. Then I would turn my gaze to the distant line of the horizon. The longer we sailed, the more I wondered when I would hear the cry of "Land ho!" and see the outline of the shore in the distance.
I still shared the cabin with Anamaria, who I trusted slightly more, in spite of the previous events. For a while, I still felt terribly angry with her for delivering the shot that killed my mother.although I never truly would come to terms with it, I came to realize that she did it out of kindness, although a mercy killing did little to soothe the hurt inside of me. I grew to respect her slightly and I think that she now knew that I wasn't the spoiled brat that she had believed me to be. She gave me brief lessons on the parts of the ship and the correct names of all the mast. And there was a small glimmer of friendship kindling between us.not barely noticeable, but present nonetheless.
As my semi-friendship with Anamaria grew, so did my relationship with Jack intensify. It was difficult to explain why I felt so but I was drawn to him as pirates are drawn to treasure.
To my immense dismay, Ana and Jack both had been trying to get me to try rum or as they put it, "the finer things in life" for some time now. It was a week and a half after I had moved in with Ana that I finally succumbed.
Ana, Gibbs, Colin and I were in Jack's cabin discussing Madagascar, which we would be reaching in a day or two. Jack asked me to recite the riddle so that we could attempt to figure out what it meant.
"Yes, but what does it mean?" Ana asked gruffly.
"I don't really know. We just have to be very careful about what we do," I replied.
"Seems ta me lass, that yer papa put up some sort o' trap guarding his treasure," Gibbs said.
"It would seem so, Mr. Gibbs," I said. "But we have to find this Black- Eyed Pete before we can go chasing after whatever it is. We don't even know where the island is. So I think that the first thing we need to do is find him and see where that gets us."
"How are ye intending to find him, love? Have ye even seen this man before? Do ye know where he is?" Jack asked.
"I don't know. And of course I haven't seen him before! How could I have seen him. My father hid the treasure before I was even born. I just know that he is there, in Madagascar, that city that I showed you, and that he is supposed to have something that we can't go without," I explained.
Jack sighed. "And how exactly are ye going to find him?"
"I was just planning on asking people," I said simply.
Jack, Colin, Gibbs, and Ana all laughed.
"What?" I asked confused.
"Love, ye can't go into some port that ye have never been to before, don't know anyone from and expect to get information. And no one would listen to you anyway because they'd be too busy trying to do other things to that attractive little body that you are flaunting," Jack said.
I glared angrily at Jack but Colin drew my attention away before I could retort.
"He's right, lass. Ye wouldnae get any information if ye went ashore alone," Colin put in.
I sighed, feeling frustrated. "Well, what do you geniuses suggest then? Because I'm bloody well out of ideas."
"Love, we didn't say that you couldn't ask for information. Just that you shouldn't do it alone," Jack elabourated.
"Well.what does that get me?"
"Only someone to keep an eye out for you and perhaps aid you in your search for information."
The other three nodded at me, shooting devilish glances from myself to my captor.
"Oh, so who's that going to be?" I asked annoyed.
Colin looked from my angry face to Jack's grinning one and said, "Cap'n, I think it'd be best if ye went ashore with Christy."
I turned to stare incredulously at Colin and managed to get out an angry, "Colin," before I was interrupted.
"Cuz, ye know the area the best, sir," Colin said. "And it's the safest choice fer ye lass. Don' look all betrayed like at me. Ye know I be right."
I pursed my lips and scowled at the ground.
"Well, I'm feeling quite good about all this. Christy, love, I'd be much obliged if you'll accompany me to Madagascar, then."
I looked up, still frowning and said, "Fine," stubbornly.
"Excellent!" Jack proclaimed. "Drinks all around!"
Ana, Gibbs and Colin all made assenting noise and Jack moved to his rum cabinet and removed five bottles.
I sat down with the rest and to my surprise, a bottle was shoved into my hands. I looked up in surprise. "No, I don't drink," I protested, trying to hand the bottle back to Jack.who wouldn't take it.
Mr. Gibbs, after taking a long draw from his own bottle said, winking, "It'll do ye some good, lass. Warms ye up nice on the insides."
The rest nodded their agreement and Ana said, "Lass, t'ain't poisoned. Drink up!"
Recognizing a challenge when I heard one, I tentatively took a sip from the bottle. I swallowed a small amount and felt it burn as it made its way down my throat. I crinkled my nose slightly but took another drink. It wasn't so bad the second time around.
I looked up at them and said, "It's not bad.not that good either.but I can think of worse things."
Jack clasped his bottle to his chest like a mother shielding her only child from a dangerous madman. He looked at me and said sternly, "Don't insult the rum." Then he said, to the rum, mind, "She didn't mean it, sweetheart. She's just a mean-spirited, non-rum accustomed little girl. Don't let her hurt your feelings," he murmured.
I laughed for the first time in six weeks. He was talking to the rum as if it could hear him!
Everyone stared at me. Once I stopped laughing, I took another drink of the rum and said, "You're crazy."
Finally talking resumed, but the topics grew steadily funnier as we kept talking and as more rum kept disappearing. I kept having little laugh attacks, even when no one was talking.
Ana, probably the soberest of all of us, said, "Jack, ye shouldn't have given 'er that!"
Jack laughed and slurred, "Aye, but 's funny, though." A moment elapsed before he asked, "Ye ever drunk afore, Christy?"
Stiffling giggles, I said, "I am NOT drunk!"
"Lassie, ye be drunk!" Gibbs cried good-naturedly.
Colin nodded his agreement.
"Doesn't anyone believe me?" I asked, swaying slightly in my chair. When no response came, I pushed myself up and said, while walking towards the door, "I am not drunk! You bloody pirates are the ones who are drunk! "
My balance, usually so steady, chose that moment to fail and I found myself lying over the arms of Jack's chair on my back. Giggling, I pushed myself up and sat precariously on one arm of the chair, a hand on Jack's shoulder for balance.
"Love, ye be drunk," Jack reiterated.
"Drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk," I sang quietly under my breath. I nodded my head and said, "Maybe I am."
Jack laughed and made a grab for the bottle in my hands.
"MINE!" I cried, before stumbling back to my chair.
"Jack? When ye gonna jes bed tha gal?" Gibbs asked.
I jerked. I wasn't so inebriated as to not recognize my name when it was said.
Colin looked at Gibbs and slurred, "Cap'n ain't laid a 'and on 'er, Gibbs. Ye should know that. The way he walks 'bout all stiff like!"
Colin, Gibbs, and Ana laughed raucously.
"Slander!" Jack cried, half-mockingly.
They only laughed harder.
"Aye, we knows it well, Jack," Ana said between laughs. "Tha gal's too 'ung up on Gibbs 'ere to notice anything else male!"
"I am not!" I cried, outraged.
Gibbs looked at me kindly and said, "I didnae know ye cared so much lassie!"
I took a big draft from the bottle to soothe my embarrassment.
"We all knows it, love. She even refused me cuz she loves ye so, Gibbsey, old mate," Jack said jokingly.
I got up and staggered over to Jack. Whipping my and back, I slapped him across the face. Unfortunately, my balance, already not my strong point at the time, chose now as a good time to fail again and I fell into Jack's lap.
"Tha's not very nice," Jack scolded, but when I tried to push myself up, he caught me around my waist. "Ye be a bad gal, Christy."
I laughed.
"I be serious. Ye deserve to be punished," Jack chided.
I reached out and grabbed the beads hanging on the front of Jack's bandana. My hand grazed his hairline and came to rest with some of the other beads and trinkets woven into his hair. I played with them absently, humming under my breath. I looked up at Jack after several long moments and asked, "Am I to be punished?"
"Aye, punished," Jack answered huskily. (Had I been sober, I would have noticed his arousal.although if I were sober, I wouldn't have been in this situation.) Then he gently pushed me off of his lap and I stumbled to my chair.
"You know what?" I asked. "I'm gonna.gonna.I'm gonna drink some more," I said, having forgotten what I had initially wanted to say.
Colin smiled and shook his head before getting up and staggering slight on his way towards the door. "Night all," he said before leaving.
"G'night Colin, my bestest friend!" I called happily, waving my arms around like a maniac.
"For this being her first time drinking, she 'olds her liquor well," Ana remarked, studying me carefully.
Jack looked at me an said.or rather slurred, "Ye sure ye ne'er been drunk before, Christy?"
"I be sure!" I cried merrily.
Suddenly, snores filtered through the cabin. I turned and saw that Mr. Gibbs had passed out.
"I'd best be getting' 'im back," Ana said roughly. She walked over to Mr. Gibbs and slapped him several times across the face before sheparding him out of the cabin.
I looked at Jack and noticed that he had been staring at me. "You can't see me!" I cried musically, covering my face with my hands and laughing girlishly.
"Where'd ye go, Christy?" Jack called, playing along with me.
"'Ere I am!" I called, throwing my hands off my face. "But you can't catch me!" I taunted as I stood and staggered away.
Jack, laughing, got up and pursued, right behind me.
Suddenly, my vision went black and I felt arms catch me before I hit the floor.
~*~
A/N: Okay, so, PLEASE leave a review! I really appreciate hearing from people and even if it is a flame, I urge you, go ahead and flame me.I like playing with fire! But if anyone has any questions, I'll be happy to address them if you just ask! Thanks!
~CrazyCanoeingGIT