Chapter 10
Jim gently sat Cameron on his bed and knelt down in front her.
"Cammie!" Jim turned her head to face him. "I'm sorry. I had no idea."
Cameron looked down at Jim, but said nothing. She protectively wrapped her arms around herself feeling very vulnerable and naked.
When Jim saw her wrap her arms around herself, he quickly got a small blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"I've never told anyone that before." Cameron whispered to him. "I've never had any real friends or someone I can trust. You're the first to come along." She gave him a small smile.
Jim, not realizing it, let out the breath he was holding and returned the smile. "That's a good thing right?"
Cameron made a small laugh. "Yeah, it is!"
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen up there." Jim looked away from her.
"It's ok. I should never have blown up on you like that. I had no right."
Jim stood and sat next to her on the bed. She looked up at him and smiled. "Thanks a lot, Jim."
"For what?" He laughed wrapping an arm around her shoulders for comfort.
Cameron laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist. "For giving me someone I can trust."
Jim tightened his grip around her and kissed the top of her head. "No problem." He whispered.
Cameron felt her eyelids drooping and closed her eyes as Jim held her in his arms. For the first time she felt she belonged and was really starting to like it. She smiled to herself as she quickly fell into her dreamland.
When Cameron woke up in the morning, she was tucked into Jim's comfortable, large bed. She slowly sat up and looked around the room. A soft glow was pouring in through the window lighting the room. She noticed Jim was nowhere in sight and assumed he was on deck with the crew. She slowly moved her legs so they were hanging off the side of the bed. They seemed a bit sore after what happened the night before though she hadn't done much. She rubbed her temples with her forefingers trying to relieve the headache she had from all the crying the day before. She got to her feet and walked into the small bathroom. When she looked at her self in the mirror an expression of disgust came upon her face.
"I look like shit!" She laughed. She quickly washed her face and walked back into the bedroom. She noticed that she had no new clothes to wear so she walked over to one of Jim's large trunks and opened it. She pulled out a pair of black, baggy sweatpants that hung loosely on her hips and an oversized T-shirt. She pulled her unkempt hair up into a ponytail and headed out to the deck.
When she got onto the deck she noticed that everything was as it was suppose to be. The crewmembers where doing there daily routine and when they saw her, they acted as if nothing had happened which in a way comforted her. She didn't want any sympathy from anyone and what happened with her and Jim behind closed doors was a once- in- a- few- years type thing.
She stood still and looked around her in search for Jim. He was right where he was suppose to be at the wheel, I guess you could say. I quickly walked up to him as he gave me a smile.
"How are you doin?" He asked.
"I'm fine, but about last night. We didn't do anything did we?" She asked unsure.
Jim chuckled and looked away from her. "No, but you wearing my clothes might make the crew think that we did."
Cameron hadn't thought about that and remained a bit tense. She was having a hard time remembering some of the details of last night and it was nice to know that she hadn't done anything that was really stupid.
"You know my dad should be here any time now." Cameron said softly.
Jim turned to her. "I know."
"Barabossa probably opened his big mouth a long time ago." Cameron paused for a moment. "Well I better be getting back to work." She gave him a small nod and started to walk away but his voice stopped her.
"Are you going to leave with him?" Jim mentally smacked himself for asked the question. It had been lingering in his mind for a day or so now. He didn't like the way she was making him feel but it wasn't like he could stop it.
Cameron was a bit surprised by the question because she thought he wanted her gone. She assumed that maybe what happened last night was just an act so her little outburst wouldn't happen again.
Cameron paused as her eyes locked with his. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked into Jim's sky blue eyes. "I don't know." She turned back and started to get to work. As she worked she spent the whole time wondering about that question.
Jim gently sat Cameron on his bed and knelt down in front her.
"Cammie!" Jim turned her head to face him. "I'm sorry. I had no idea."
Cameron looked down at Jim, but said nothing. She protectively wrapped her arms around herself feeling very vulnerable and naked.
When Jim saw her wrap her arms around herself, he quickly got a small blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"I've never told anyone that before." Cameron whispered to him. "I've never had any real friends or someone I can trust. You're the first to come along." She gave him a small smile.
Jim, not realizing it, let out the breath he was holding and returned the smile. "That's a good thing right?"
Cameron made a small laugh. "Yeah, it is!"
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen up there." Jim looked away from her.
"It's ok. I should never have blown up on you like that. I had no right."
Jim stood and sat next to her on the bed. She looked up at him and smiled. "Thanks a lot, Jim."
"For what?" He laughed wrapping an arm around her shoulders for comfort.
Cameron laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist. "For giving me someone I can trust."
Jim tightened his grip around her and kissed the top of her head. "No problem." He whispered.
Cameron felt her eyelids drooping and closed her eyes as Jim held her in his arms. For the first time she felt she belonged and was really starting to like it. She smiled to herself as she quickly fell into her dreamland.
When Cameron woke up in the morning, she was tucked into Jim's comfortable, large bed. She slowly sat up and looked around the room. A soft glow was pouring in through the window lighting the room. She noticed Jim was nowhere in sight and assumed he was on deck with the crew. She slowly moved her legs so they were hanging off the side of the bed. They seemed a bit sore after what happened the night before though she hadn't done much. She rubbed her temples with her forefingers trying to relieve the headache she had from all the crying the day before. She got to her feet and walked into the small bathroom. When she looked at her self in the mirror an expression of disgust came upon her face.
"I look like shit!" She laughed. She quickly washed her face and walked back into the bedroom. She noticed that she had no new clothes to wear so she walked over to one of Jim's large trunks and opened it. She pulled out a pair of black, baggy sweatpants that hung loosely on her hips and an oversized T-shirt. She pulled her unkempt hair up into a ponytail and headed out to the deck.
When she got onto the deck she noticed that everything was as it was suppose to be. The crewmembers where doing there daily routine and when they saw her, they acted as if nothing had happened which in a way comforted her. She didn't want any sympathy from anyone and what happened with her and Jim behind closed doors was a once- in- a- few- years type thing.
She stood still and looked around her in search for Jim. He was right where he was suppose to be at the wheel, I guess you could say. I quickly walked up to him as he gave me a smile.
"How are you doin?" He asked.
"I'm fine, but about last night. We didn't do anything did we?" She asked unsure.
Jim chuckled and looked away from her. "No, but you wearing my clothes might make the crew think that we did."
Cameron hadn't thought about that and remained a bit tense. She was having a hard time remembering some of the details of last night and it was nice to know that she hadn't done anything that was really stupid.
"You know my dad should be here any time now." Cameron said softly.
Jim turned to her. "I know."
"Barabossa probably opened his big mouth a long time ago." Cameron paused for a moment. "Well I better be getting back to work." She gave him a small nod and started to walk away but his voice stopped her.
"Are you going to leave with him?" Jim mentally smacked himself for asked the question. It had been lingering in his mind for a day or so now. He didn't like the way she was making him feel but it wasn't like he could stop it.
Cameron was a bit surprised by the question because she thought he wanted her gone. She assumed that maybe what happened last night was just an act so her little outburst wouldn't happen again.
Cameron paused as her eyes locked with his. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked into Jim's sky blue eyes. "I don't know." She turned back and started to get to work. As she worked she spent the whole time wondering about that question.