Wow, finally over twenty reviews! Yay! And now, ladies and gentlemen...
chapter 24!
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Jack was in the crow's nest, his eyeglass pressed to his eye, staring at Muse's ship, which was growing ever closer. The gusty wind blew his hair madly about his face.
"Cap'n!"
He glanced down to see Gibbs at the bottom of the mast.
"Aye?"
Gibbs was pale. "Will's callin' for ye. He's in the lady's room- sounds urgent."
Jack shoved the eyeglass into his pocket, grabbed the nearest rope, and swung quite spectacularly down to the deck. He ran all the way to Tara's cabin and burst in to see Tara out cold on the floor and Will kneeling beside her.
"Tara?" Jack gasped, diving onto the floor beside Will.
"She just fainted," said Will.
"This is all my fault," said Jack, wringing his hands comically. "I should have never chased her down to the docks that night."
Will glanced at him. "She'll come around in a minute."
Jack sighed. He picked her up and dumped her on the bed, where she gave a low groan and opened her bright hazel eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"For what?" he asked.
"Scaring you and Will."
Will grinned. "It's alright. I'd better go sharpen my sword."
He stood up and walked out.
"Don't be sorry," said Jack, stroking Tara's hair. "I should be. You being here is my fault."
"Do you regret it?" she asked, raising herself on her elbows.
He put his face close to hers. "You know I don't."
She kissed his nose. "Well then, be quiet. You can't have it all ways."
He smiled. "Okay."
They hugged tightly.
"Tara?" said Jack.
"Yes?"
"I just... oh, never mind."
Tara leaned back against the pillows. "What time is it?"
"Midday, I'd say. We'll be on the island in four or so hours. Why don't you get some sleep?"
"I'd rather be active, but I can't think of anything to do," she said softly.
He sighed. "Me neither. Hey, I know. Let's go and see what's happening on Muse's ship."
"How close is it?" Tara asked.
"Close enough to have a good gawp," said Jack with relish.
He took her hand, and they walked out onto deck. Muse's ship was still quite far away, though close enough to make out tiny coloured splodges on deck that were sailors.
"Here," said Jack, offering Tara his eyeglass.
Tara peered through it, and saw that she could almost make out the faces of the people on deck. The closest one also appeared to be holding an eyeglass, and something silver which he was pointing at Jack...
"Jack!" she screamed, dropping the eyeglass and throwing herself at him, knocking them both to the ground.
He opened his mouth, no doubt to make some cocky comment, but then a bullet cracked into the mast behind where his head had been.
"Holy Jesus!" he exclaimed, reaching for his pistol, but Tara reached hers first, and she leapt up and fired at the shooter. He fell over, and Tara smiled with satisfaction, twirled the pistol in her fingers and shoved it back into its holster.
"Nicely done," said Jack, groaning and getting to his feet.
"Thank you," she said. "We'd better hurry up and get to the island- if we don't they could have sniped out half of our crew."
Jack made a noise that seemed to signify agreement. He pulled out his own pistol, cocked it, and pointed it at Muse's ship. Tara stared at him.
"Are you just going to stay like that until we get to the Isla De Muerta?" she asked.
"I hardly have any choice," he replied. "Just go get everyone ready, savvy?"
Tara looked at him for a moment, then she kissed his cheek.
"I love you."
Then she walked off, heading for the brig.
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Another classically short chapter, but if I don't end here, I won't get it up tonight. Please review!
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Jack was in the crow's nest, his eyeglass pressed to his eye, staring at Muse's ship, which was growing ever closer. The gusty wind blew his hair madly about his face.
"Cap'n!"
He glanced down to see Gibbs at the bottom of the mast.
"Aye?"
Gibbs was pale. "Will's callin' for ye. He's in the lady's room- sounds urgent."
Jack shoved the eyeglass into his pocket, grabbed the nearest rope, and swung quite spectacularly down to the deck. He ran all the way to Tara's cabin and burst in to see Tara out cold on the floor and Will kneeling beside her.
"Tara?" Jack gasped, diving onto the floor beside Will.
"She just fainted," said Will.
"This is all my fault," said Jack, wringing his hands comically. "I should have never chased her down to the docks that night."
Will glanced at him. "She'll come around in a minute."
Jack sighed. He picked her up and dumped her on the bed, where she gave a low groan and opened her bright hazel eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"For what?" he asked.
"Scaring you and Will."
Will grinned. "It's alright. I'd better go sharpen my sword."
He stood up and walked out.
"Don't be sorry," said Jack, stroking Tara's hair. "I should be. You being here is my fault."
"Do you regret it?" she asked, raising herself on her elbows.
He put his face close to hers. "You know I don't."
She kissed his nose. "Well then, be quiet. You can't have it all ways."
He smiled. "Okay."
They hugged tightly.
"Tara?" said Jack.
"Yes?"
"I just... oh, never mind."
Tara leaned back against the pillows. "What time is it?"
"Midday, I'd say. We'll be on the island in four or so hours. Why don't you get some sleep?"
"I'd rather be active, but I can't think of anything to do," she said softly.
He sighed. "Me neither. Hey, I know. Let's go and see what's happening on Muse's ship."
"How close is it?" Tara asked.
"Close enough to have a good gawp," said Jack with relish.
He took her hand, and they walked out onto deck. Muse's ship was still quite far away, though close enough to make out tiny coloured splodges on deck that were sailors.
"Here," said Jack, offering Tara his eyeglass.
Tara peered through it, and saw that she could almost make out the faces of the people on deck. The closest one also appeared to be holding an eyeglass, and something silver which he was pointing at Jack...
"Jack!" she screamed, dropping the eyeglass and throwing herself at him, knocking them both to the ground.
He opened his mouth, no doubt to make some cocky comment, but then a bullet cracked into the mast behind where his head had been.
"Holy Jesus!" he exclaimed, reaching for his pistol, but Tara reached hers first, and she leapt up and fired at the shooter. He fell over, and Tara smiled with satisfaction, twirled the pistol in her fingers and shoved it back into its holster.
"Nicely done," said Jack, groaning and getting to his feet.
"Thank you," she said. "We'd better hurry up and get to the island- if we don't they could have sniped out half of our crew."
Jack made a noise that seemed to signify agreement. He pulled out his own pistol, cocked it, and pointed it at Muse's ship. Tara stared at him.
"Are you just going to stay like that until we get to the Isla De Muerta?" she asked.
"I hardly have any choice," he replied. "Just go get everyone ready, savvy?"
Tara looked at him for a moment, then she kissed his cheek.
"I love you."
Then she walked off, heading for the brig.
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Another classically short chapter, but if I don't end here, I won't get it up tonight. Please review!