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A/N Thanks for all the reviews guys, sorry I haven't updated for a while. In this chapter Jack has to deal with a stowaway.
Chapter Twenty Five.
They had been at sea a grand total of two days and already Jo and Rosie had taken a great disliking of each other. They both sparred for Jack's attention, but received little, he had no time for the squabbling women. After the first few hours Jo had stopped to complain when she learnt that nobody was actually listening to her.
Jo hated everything about the sea, she hated the rocky movement from side to side, she hated the smell, and the colour, but the thing she opposed to most was Jack's ship. Jo was use to a little luxury in her life, after all she had one lived in the grand harem, she was use to hot water at least. But on the Black Pearl only the basics presided.
Rosie was use to it, and made the best of the things available to her. But it was in fact Jo, who first noticed the missing things. It was of course a felony to steal from a fellow pirate, so when things started going missing all around the ship, it was taken very seriously.
Jack was continually in a bad mood, and after a few days the men did not dare report their missing artefacts. Liz and Will approached the captain with caution, in fact it seemed only Rosie could calm him down, well Rosie and Annamaira. Jo stayed out of his way, she too had learnt better to then complain, she was on board the Black Pearl and as Gibbs had said, she had to 'deal with it'.
"At least there is some bloody rum left," Jack muttered to himself. He then turned to face the crew. "If any of you nick my rum. . ." He began.
Then from below decks they heard a high pitched scream, the scream of a frightened girl. Will was first down the steps, followed by Jack. They rushed to Elizabeth's cabin, and there she was standing in the door way, looking in mystified.
Jack barged past her, as Will pulled her gently out of the way. In the room stood the tattered form of Ella. Jack walked slowly towards the thin, battered child.
"Ella!" Jo said, from the door. She rushed in, past Jack and flung her arms around the child. And then as Jack approached, she positioned herself between the two, as though to protect the girl.
"Jack, she's just a child." She reminded him.
He pushed her aside, and Ella found herself face to face with the captain.
"We meet again." He said, softly.
Jo was relieved to see the anger ebbing away from his face.
She half smiled. "It's taken you days to find me, I must be getting' better." She said, remembering their last meeting.
Jack grinned. "Aye, you must. But I hope you can work."
"Work?"
"To pay for everything your grubby little hands has taken."
Jo gathered Ella up her arms. "I'll work for her." She said.
Jack shook his head. "Nah, the little critter can work herself." He turned and left.
Jo had been an added bit of entertainment for the crew. Since her last occupation was a harem girl (if you could call it an occupation) she was very willing to entertain the crew, for the right price of course.
Jo was not backstreet. And since Annamaria was the captain's, Rosie fought back, and Liz was taken, the crew were greedy for the light refreshment only a woman could provide. And now with the stowaway found, and brought out into the open, the crew thought they had an extra playmate. But Ella appeared to be just as feisty as Rosie, and as out of bounds as Annamaria. Jo had appealed to the captain, begging for safety for Ella. Jack was annoyed with the whole 'extra mouth to feed' business, and thought Ella should work for her keep.
But eventually Jo ground him down, and Jack warned the crew away from Ella.
"Who's her parents anyway?"
Jo blushed and turned away, muttering something.
Jack grinned and shook his head, taking another swig of rum. "You're her mother?"
"No I'm bloody not! Look Jack it's complicated. . .so let's just leave it." She turned away, and for once Jack dropped the subject.
And so Ella was to stay aboard the Black Pearl. Jo insisted that Ella was to be protected from the crew, but truth be told she, herself, was not too keen on this protection. She dodged Jo and avoided her as often as possible. She hardly spoke to anyone, and clearly preferred to be on her own.
"I can protect myself." She said, before stomping off.
She collided with Jack as she ran from Jo.
"Oy, watch it girl." He said, disgruntled. He was clearly in a bad mood. And no prizes for guessing why. He was stuck in the middle of the ocean with Liz and Rosie both fussing over the most annoying child he had ever met. He was going after a dead person, and searching the world for a fifteen year old.
She shrugged. "S'free country."
"Not on my bloody ship, it ain't?"
"Who got outta the wrong side o' the bunk this morning?" She laughed.
He swigged his rum and strutted to his cabin, slamming the door behind him. It took all his self control not to whack her overboard. Ella stared at the door for a few minutes before running to find Jo.
"Will?"
"Aye?"
"I think there is something wrong with Jack."
"Nah."
"Will!"
"What?"
"Listen, I want to find Alex, he's my brother. But I won't risk Jack to find him. I mean do you know what it's like to kill a man Will? It might really be affecting him." Elizabeth said softly.
The two were sitting in their cabin, Will lying on the bunk with his wife sat beside him. He'd just been having a sleep when she had, without ceremony shook him awake.
"Somehow Elizabeth, I don't think Jack's losing any sleep over it." Will yawned.
"What if he is? What if it's really bothering him. . .and he has no one to talk to. . ."
"I don't think Barbossa is the first person to die by Jack's hands, and he won't be the last." Will said, taking her hand.
"You think?"
"Jack hasn't got a conscience."
She snatched her hand back. "Every human being has one, Will. Whether they use it, that is the question."
"I thought the question was to be or not to be, that is the question."
She picked up the pillow and whacked him in the face with a laugh.
"Am I interrupting something?" came a slurring voice from the doorway.
Liz reeled round to see the swaggering captain.
"No." She said, pushing herself up.
"Land ahoy." He said, with a grin as Will.
"What land?"
"The Isla de Muerta awaits. But. . ." Jack put his arm blocking her way from the room. "Don't get your hopes up love, I really doubt he's going to be 'ere."
"I know."
"You know? Then what the bloody hell are we doing 'ere then? Bloody women." Jack said, walking away.
"Will, did you hear that?"
Will grinned. "Maybe killing Barbossa is getting to him."
"Very funny. Well come on then, the quicker we get on the island the quicker we get away." Elizabeth suddenly had a thought, she ran to the door.
"Liz, where you going?" Will asked.
"To keep Jack away from the chest." She ran from the room, leaving Will gob- smacked.
"Maybe I should be worried." He muttered, grabbing his sword from beside the bunk.
A/N Thanks for reading. There will be more Will/Liz in future chapters!! ^_^ Now please review!! Many thanks!! ^_^
A/N Thanks for all the reviews guys, sorry I haven't updated for a while. In this chapter Jack has to deal with a stowaway.
Chapter Twenty Five.
They had been at sea a grand total of two days and already Jo and Rosie had taken a great disliking of each other. They both sparred for Jack's attention, but received little, he had no time for the squabbling women. After the first few hours Jo had stopped to complain when she learnt that nobody was actually listening to her.
Jo hated everything about the sea, she hated the rocky movement from side to side, she hated the smell, and the colour, but the thing she opposed to most was Jack's ship. Jo was use to a little luxury in her life, after all she had one lived in the grand harem, she was use to hot water at least. But on the Black Pearl only the basics presided.
Rosie was use to it, and made the best of the things available to her. But it was in fact Jo, who first noticed the missing things. It was of course a felony to steal from a fellow pirate, so when things started going missing all around the ship, it was taken very seriously.
Jack was continually in a bad mood, and after a few days the men did not dare report their missing artefacts. Liz and Will approached the captain with caution, in fact it seemed only Rosie could calm him down, well Rosie and Annamaira. Jo stayed out of his way, she too had learnt better to then complain, she was on board the Black Pearl and as Gibbs had said, she had to 'deal with it'.
"At least there is some bloody rum left," Jack muttered to himself. He then turned to face the crew. "If any of you nick my rum. . ." He began.
Then from below decks they heard a high pitched scream, the scream of a frightened girl. Will was first down the steps, followed by Jack. They rushed to Elizabeth's cabin, and there she was standing in the door way, looking in mystified.
Jack barged past her, as Will pulled her gently out of the way. In the room stood the tattered form of Ella. Jack walked slowly towards the thin, battered child.
"Ella!" Jo said, from the door. She rushed in, past Jack and flung her arms around the child. And then as Jack approached, she positioned herself between the two, as though to protect the girl.
"Jack, she's just a child." She reminded him.
He pushed her aside, and Ella found herself face to face with the captain.
"We meet again." He said, softly.
Jo was relieved to see the anger ebbing away from his face.
She half smiled. "It's taken you days to find me, I must be getting' better." She said, remembering their last meeting.
Jack grinned. "Aye, you must. But I hope you can work."
"Work?"
"To pay for everything your grubby little hands has taken."
Jo gathered Ella up her arms. "I'll work for her." She said.
Jack shook his head. "Nah, the little critter can work herself." He turned and left.
Jo had been an added bit of entertainment for the crew. Since her last occupation was a harem girl (if you could call it an occupation) she was very willing to entertain the crew, for the right price of course.
Jo was not backstreet. And since Annamaria was the captain's, Rosie fought back, and Liz was taken, the crew were greedy for the light refreshment only a woman could provide. And now with the stowaway found, and brought out into the open, the crew thought they had an extra playmate. But Ella appeared to be just as feisty as Rosie, and as out of bounds as Annamaria. Jo had appealed to the captain, begging for safety for Ella. Jack was annoyed with the whole 'extra mouth to feed' business, and thought Ella should work for her keep.
But eventually Jo ground him down, and Jack warned the crew away from Ella.
"Who's her parents anyway?"
Jo blushed and turned away, muttering something.
Jack grinned and shook his head, taking another swig of rum. "You're her mother?"
"No I'm bloody not! Look Jack it's complicated. . .so let's just leave it." She turned away, and for once Jack dropped the subject.
And so Ella was to stay aboard the Black Pearl. Jo insisted that Ella was to be protected from the crew, but truth be told she, herself, was not too keen on this protection. She dodged Jo and avoided her as often as possible. She hardly spoke to anyone, and clearly preferred to be on her own.
"I can protect myself." She said, before stomping off.
She collided with Jack as she ran from Jo.
"Oy, watch it girl." He said, disgruntled. He was clearly in a bad mood. And no prizes for guessing why. He was stuck in the middle of the ocean with Liz and Rosie both fussing over the most annoying child he had ever met. He was going after a dead person, and searching the world for a fifteen year old.
She shrugged. "S'free country."
"Not on my bloody ship, it ain't?"
"Who got outta the wrong side o' the bunk this morning?" She laughed.
He swigged his rum and strutted to his cabin, slamming the door behind him. It took all his self control not to whack her overboard. Ella stared at the door for a few minutes before running to find Jo.
"Will?"
"Aye?"
"I think there is something wrong with Jack."
"Nah."
"Will!"
"What?"
"Listen, I want to find Alex, he's my brother. But I won't risk Jack to find him. I mean do you know what it's like to kill a man Will? It might really be affecting him." Elizabeth said softly.
The two were sitting in their cabin, Will lying on the bunk with his wife sat beside him. He'd just been having a sleep when she had, without ceremony shook him awake.
"Somehow Elizabeth, I don't think Jack's losing any sleep over it." Will yawned.
"What if he is? What if it's really bothering him. . .and he has no one to talk to. . ."
"I don't think Barbossa is the first person to die by Jack's hands, and he won't be the last." Will said, taking her hand.
"You think?"
"Jack hasn't got a conscience."
She snatched her hand back. "Every human being has one, Will. Whether they use it, that is the question."
"I thought the question was to be or not to be, that is the question."
She picked up the pillow and whacked him in the face with a laugh.
"Am I interrupting something?" came a slurring voice from the doorway.
Liz reeled round to see the swaggering captain.
"No." She said, pushing herself up.
"Land ahoy." He said, with a grin as Will.
"What land?"
"The Isla de Muerta awaits. But. . ." Jack put his arm blocking her way from the room. "Don't get your hopes up love, I really doubt he's going to be 'ere."
"I know."
"You know? Then what the bloody hell are we doing 'ere then? Bloody women." Jack said, walking away.
"Will, did you hear that?"
Will grinned. "Maybe killing Barbossa is getting to him."
"Very funny. Well come on then, the quicker we get on the island the quicker we get away." Elizabeth suddenly had a thought, she ran to the door.
"Liz, where you going?" Will asked.
"To keep Jack away from the chest." She ran from the room, leaving Will gob- smacked.
"Maybe I should be worried." He muttered, grabbing his sword from beside the bunk.
A/N Thanks for reading. There will be more Will/Liz in future chapters!! ^_^ Now please review!! Many thanks!! ^_^