Tara's eyes flickered open. Two chocolate ones floated above her.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," joked Jack, as Tara almost jumped out of her skin.
Tara sat up, her head aching. "My head hurts."
Jack grinned. "Hangover."
Tara tried to piece together what had happened the day before. She remembered some letters, a golden sparrow... Ana had been crying... Jack had broken Ana's heart... then there had been rum...
Tara screwed her face up. "I'm sorry for how I was last night, Mr Sparrow... I was emotional, and then I got drunk."
"I thought we'd come ter that accord," said Jack. "Remember?"
Tara concentrated. "Oh. Yes, the names."
"And yeh've never been so sweet as ye were last night," said Jack, his eyes twinkling.
Tara felt sick. "What... you mean... what happened last night?"
"Ye don't remember?" pouted Jack in a mock hurt voice.
Tara couldn't stand his teasing. She stood up and marched off to Ana's room.
"Ana?" she asked, popping her head around the door.
Ana was reading Jack's letter.
"Oh, morning," she said vaguely.
"Sleep well?" asked Tara.
"I've slept better. Do you mind leaving me alone today? I just feel really sick," lied Ana.
Tara forced a compassionate smile and left. She walked to Jack's cabin, figuring that she could wash her face in here.
It was dark and tidy. Tara crossed to the bathroom and poured some cold water. She washed her face and attempted to tame her hair, trying to remember the night before. What on earth had happened?
The door opened just then, and Jack walked in, wearing nothing but his trousers. His bandana was off. Tara took in the bullet scars on his tanned, muscular chest, the scars and tattoos on his arms and the big pirate brand on his forehead (normally hidden by the bandana) in one scared, sweeping glance. She realised how dangerous this man was. She kept forgetting.
"Ah!" exclaimed Jack.
He leapt back, trying to hide his scars and the brand unsuccessfully. He obviously didn't want anybody to see them. Tara decided to leave before something was said. She ran onto deck, and down into the brig, looking for the rum.
It was in the corner, many barrels of it and even more bottles. Tara gathered up many bottles and carried them upstairs. She tossed them overboard. She did this several times, until all the bottles were gone, and she started on the barrels. She was onto her second barrel when Jack came down into the brig, fastening his shirt, his bandana back on.
"Tara," he said.
Tara picked up the barrel and carried it upstairs.
"Yes?"
"I just- what are you doing?!"
Jack paled considerably as Tara heaved the barrel into the water. He ran to the side, saw that the water was dark with his rum, and that many bottles and barrels were floating there.
"My rum!" he squawked.
"What of it?"
Tara had turned to go and fetch another barrel. Jack grabbed her wrist, his grip chillingly strong.
"Why is the rum gone?" he asked, his face close to hers.
"Because it is a vile drink that turns even a gentleman into a complete scoundrel," said Tara. "You refused to tell me what happened last night. I blame the rum for everything."
"But why is the rum gone?"
Tara sighed and wrenched her wrist from his hand. She marched to the stairs when she heard a gun cock behind her. She froze.
"Leave my rum, savvy?" warned Jack.
Tara turned. "You can't guard it forever."
She decided to continue walking, to see if Jack would shoot her. She moved across to the stairs.
"You'll be sorry, Captain!" she called.
"You accept me as captain, then?" he grumbled after her.
Tara grabbed another barrel. Jack stood blocking her way to the stairs.
"You may as well move," she snapped.
His eyes fell on the pistol in his belt. His fingers reached for it, but Tara dropped the barrel and grabbed it before him. The barrel smashed. Tara pointed the pistol at Jack.
"Yer not serious," said Jack. "Ye would never shoot me."
Tara pushed past him, up onto deck, and pointed the pistol at the rum barrels in the water. Jack ran behind her. Tara shot the barrel nearest.
"Wench," muttered Jack.
Tara turned to him. His eyes were bright with rage. She had finally pushed him to real anger, and felt terrified under his gaze.
"Yeh shouldn't have done that, savvy?" he said quietly. "What did I ever do ter ye?"
Tara would have laughed if she hadn't been so scared. He had kidnapped her, got her drunk and god knows what else he planned to do.
"I... I..."
Jack spat into the sea. "Just leave me alone, eh?" he said aggressively.
She didn't need telling twice. She ran down into the brig, and curled up into a little ball in the corner, sobbing and longing for home. She could see now why people referred to Jack as the terror of the seven seas. He was an intimidating, gruesome man and she would be kidding herself if she thought otherwise. Not only that, but Muse was after her.... But Jack was definitely the biggest problem.
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There we are, five more chapters for you to review. Let me know if you'd like me to add Will... after all, Tara wanted to be saved by him at the beginning, right? Coming next, in Tortoiseuga... oops, I mean Tortuga... we aren't all as stupid as Jack.
Jack: *looks resentfully from corner* No rum, and a wise-cracking authoress... what else can go wrong?
Authoress: You're in love with Gibbs, the pessimistic pirate with sideburns.
Jack: *screams*
"We've got to stop meeting like this," joked Jack, as Tara almost jumped out of her skin.
Tara sat up, her head aching. "My head hurts."
Jack grinned. "Hangover."
Tara tried to piece together what had happened the day before. She remembered some letters, a golden sparrow... Ana had been crying... Jack had broken Ana's heart... then there had been rum...
Tara screwed her face up. "I'm sorry for how I was last night, Mr Sparrow... I was emotional, and then I got drunk."
"I thought we'd come ter that accord," said Jack. "Remember?"
Tara concentrated. "Oh. Yes, the names."
"And yeh've never been so sweet as ye were last night," said Jack, his eyes twinkling.
Tara felt sick. "What... you mean... what happened last night?"
"Ye don't remember?" pouted Jack in a mock hurt voice.
Tara couldn't stand his teasing. She stood up and marched off to Ana's room.
"Ana?" she asked, popping her head around the door.
Ana was reading Jack's letter.
"Oh, morning," she said vaguely.
"Sleep well?" asked Tara.
"I've slept better. Do you mind leaving me alone today? I just feel really sick," lied Ana.
Tara forced a compassionate smile and left. She walked to Jack's cabin, figuring that she could wash her face in here.
It was dark and tidy. Tara crossed to the bathroom and poured some cold water. She washed her face and attempted to tame her hair, trying to remember the night before. What on earth had happened?
The door opened just then, and Jack walked in, wearing nothing but his trousers. His bandana was off. Tara took in the bullet scars on his tanned, muscular chest, the scars and tattoos on his arms and the big pirate brand on his forehead (normally hidden by the bandana) in one scared, sweeping glance. She realised how dangerous this man was. She kept forgetting.
"Ah!" exclaimed Jack.
He leapt back, trying to hide his scars and the brand unsuccessfully. He obviously didn't want anybody to see them. Tara decided to leave before something was said. She ran onto deck, and down into the brig, looking for the rum.
It was in the corner, many barrels of it and even more bottles. Tara gathered up many bottles and carried them upstairs. She tossed them overboard. She did this several times, until all the bottles were gone, and she started on the barrels. She was onto her second barrel when Jack came down into the brig, fastening his shirt, his bandana back on.
"Tara," he said.
Tara picked up the barrel and carried it upstairs.
"Yes?"
"I just- what are you doing?!"
Jack paled considerably as Tara heaved the barrel into the water. He ran to the side, saw that the water was dark with his rum, and that many bottles and barrels were floating there.
"My rum!" he squawked.
"What of it?"
Tara had turned to go and fetch another barrel. Jack grabbed her wrist, his grip chillingly strong.
"Why is the rum gone?" he asked, his face close to hers.
"Because it is a vile drink that turns even a gentleman into a complete scoundrel," said Tara. "You refused to tell me what happened last night. I blame the rum for everything."
"But why is the rum gone?"
Tara sighed and wrenched her wrist from his hand. She marched to the stairs when she heard a gun cock behind her. She froze.
"Leave my rum, savvy?" warned Jack.
Tara turned. "You can't guard it forever."
She decided to continue walking, to see if Jack would shoot her. She moved across to the stairs.
"You'll be sorry, Captain!" she called.
"You accept me as captain, then?" he grumbled after her.
Tara grabbed another barrel. Jack stood blocking her way to the stairs.
"You may as well move," she snapped.
His eyes fell on the pistol in his belt. His fingers reached for it, but Tara dropped the barrel and grabbed it before him. The barrel smashed. Tara pointed the pistol at Jack.
"Yer not serious," said Jack. "Ye would never shoot me."
Tara pushed past him, up onto deck, and pointed the pistol at the rum barrels in the water. Jack ran behind her. Tara shot the barrel nearest.
"Wench," muttered Jack.
Tara turned to him. His eyes were bright with rage. She had finally pushed him to real anger, and felt terrified under his gaze.
"Yeh shouldn't have done that, savvy?" he said quietly. "What did I ever do ter ye?"
Tara would have laughed if she hadn't been so scared. He had kidnapped her, got her drunk and god knows what else he planned to do.
"I... I..."
Jack spat into the sea. "Just leave me alone, eh?" he said aggressively.
She didn't need telling twice. She ran down into the brig, and curled up into a little ball in the corner, sobbing and longing for home. She could see now why people referred to Jack as the terror of the seven seas. He was an intimidating, gruesome man and she would be kidding herself if she thought otherwise. Not only that, but Muse was after her.... But Jack was definitely the biggest problem.
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There we are, five more chapters for you to review. Let me know if you'd like me to add Will... after all, Tara wanted to be saved by him at the beginning, right? Coming next, in Tortoiseuga... oops, I mean Tortuga... we aren't all as stupid as Jack.
Jack: *looks resentfully from corner* No rum, and a wise-cracking authoress... what else can go wrong?
Authoress: You're in love with Gibbs, the pessimistic pirate with sideburns.
Jack: *screams*