I promised Jack this chapter, so Jack is in this chapter. Things are
moving along better than I thought they would.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates, only Addy and James. I'm sorry.
TO MY WONDERFUL BETA: YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE. ~~~
Addy followed James up the wooden stairs and into the sunlight. She pulled an arm over her face to shade her eyes from the sun. They adjusted to the sunlight and she looked around.
Men were lying all over the ship lazily. Some were cleaning slowly and silently. Others were sleeping in the rays of the afternoon sun. Others wrestled or gambled for bottles of rum and pieces of the latest plunder. A lone man stood at the helm, humming softly and turning the wheel, a black compass with a black ball on the top in his hand. A parrot squawked words on top of a rope. He flew into the air as an empty bottle was thrown at him.
James grasped her arm and pulled her over to the helm.
"She's awake," he said.
The man turned and looked at her. He scanned her up and down, stopping at the two bottles of rum she still held in her hands. He grinned toothily at her before leading them into his cabin.
He had numerous gold teeth in his smile. A dirty and faded red bandanna sat in his hair along with numerous beads, dreadlocks, and a long, white bone on the right side of his face. His goatee was braided into two strands down to his chest. His hair was almost as long as hers, reaching just past his waist. He wore a white shirt that resembled hers, save that it was much dirtier and rather well worn. A dirty, striped, and faded sash was tied securely around his waist. His breeches were old and brown. The ends were tucked inside his brown boots.
"Jack!" she said.
"According to me mum, yes. Around here, it's Captain Jack," he answered, crossing the room to check her out. "Although love, that which you hold may sway me otherwise."
She was a bit startled at his remark, but quickly composed herself. "Really sir, this is only a gift. Not enough to stay even you, the scourge of the Caribbean," she said, looking in his face defiantly.
He looked at her for a moment before laughing slightly.
"Too true," he replied, plucking a bottle out of Addy's hand, ignoring her squeak of outrage.
"On my ship, this goes quickly," he said, taking a swig of the rum. "Now, who are you and what brings you to the Pearl?"
She looked at her feet for a moment before looking into his face.
"My name is Addy. I was sailing from Port Royal headed for Singapore with my parents and two pirates when a storm struck. Our boat, The Protector, sank. The sea claimed everyone but myself."
"Quite interesting," Jack said, leaving only her anger as he left the room, rum in hand.
She turned to where James was standing beside the door.
"Told ye he was impossible ta be 'round," he said, smiling at her.
She groaned and walked out after Jack. He was now at the helm, drinking his rum every few moments. She walked up beside him and looked him.
"You knew my parents."
"Did I sleep with one of 'em? Or kill one?" came the drunken response.
She shuddered.
"Neither, you sailed with them when you went after Barbossa to reclaim the Pearl."
"Who are you?" he narrowed his eyes at her.
"I told you, Addy."
"And as that doesn't answer me question, and first names only work in one night stands, I'd tell me your name, savvy?" he stepped up close to her face, his deep brown eyes square with hers. "So, either share your name, or I'll let you loose."
"Addy Turner."
"Ah, the youngest of the Turner clan. Good thing you look like your father; your mum was worried you were mine."
"Tha's impossible. They had me a year after they were married. Close to two after you and mama were trapped on that island."
"He's gone, she's lonely, and I'm in port..." His grin only seemed to get worse.
She stared at him for a moment before turned on her heel and storming down the steps and into her cabin. She still held one bottle of 'his' rum in her hand. She yanked the door open and slammed it after she was inside. She threw the bottle onto the bed and began ranting, rambling and raving.
"The *nerve* of that man. I can't believe I was *excited* to meet that...that...that *thing*!"
James opened the door and stepped inside, eyes wide as she continued.
"I sold dresses that my grandfather gave me to get his bloody rum, hid them in my trunk. Got my parents killed because I was the one who suggested we try to go and find him. And when I talk to IT, it says it slept with my *mother*. I can't believe him!"
She saw him watching her.
"How can you out up with him?!" she cried incredulous, a string of rants following immediately.
During her tirade, James crossed the floor to her, grabbed her neck and kissed her full on the lips. He released her after a moment and looked into her eyes.
"Why did you do that?"
"Me dad used it to make me mum quiet sometimes. I didn't like when he did though. I had to sleep with the crew or on deck after he did."
Addy stared at him for a moment before starting to cry. He looked at her for a moment before pulling her into his embrace.
"It's okay," he cooed gently, rubbing her back.
"I miss them James, I miss my parents."
"Ye don't think I dun miss me mum?"
"No, I'm not saying you don't, but I have never really been anywhere without them."
"Ye know me dad was lying."
"I don't know anything right about now."
"Yes ye do. 'ow else would ye have made yer dad's clothes fit ye and 'ave the one thing me dad loves besides 'is ship?"
"I guess, but he sure doesn't show his gratitude."
She closed her eyes and just rested her head on his chest, thinking about her parents, and how some nights, when all was calm, she and her father would read while her mother sewed or wrote in her journal.
"I miss them James, I miss them so much," she mumbled.
James looked down as her wet tears dampened his shirt. He hugged her tightly as she cried tears of sorrow. A small hiccup escaped her, he chuckled slightly.
"What?" she asked, pulling away and looking into his eyes.
"Nothing," he said.
She walked over to the bed and crawled under the covers. She pulled herself into a ball and cried more. Not really knowing what to do, James left her.
"Mama...Papa..." she mumbled as she fell asleep.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates, only Addy and James. I'm sorry.
TO MY WONDERFUL BETA: YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE. ~~~
Addy followed James up the wooden stairs and into the sunlight. She pulled an arm over her face to shade her eyes from the sun. They adjusted to the sunlight and she looked around.
Men were lying all over the ship lazily. Some were cleaning slowly and silently. Others were sleeping in the rays of the afternoon sun. Others wrestled or gambled for bottles of rum and pieces of the latest plunder. A lone man stood at the helm, humming softly and turning the wheel, a black compass with a black ball on the top in his hand. A parrot squawked words on top of a rope. He flew into the air as an empty bottle was thrown at him.
James grasped her arm and pulled her over to the helm.
"She's awake," he said.
The man turned and looked at her. He scanned her up and down, stopping at the two bottles of rum she still held in her hands. He grinned toothily at her before leading them into his cabin.
He had numerous gold teeth in his smile. A dirty and faded red bandanna sat in his hair along with numerous beads, dreadlocks, and a long, white bone on the right side of his face. His goatee was braided into two strands down to his chest. His hair was almost as long as hers, reaching just past his waist. He wore a white shirt that resembled hers, save that it was much dirtier and rather well worn. A dirty, striped, and faded sash was tied securely around his waist. His breeches were old and brown. The ends were tucked inside his brown boots.
"Jack!" she said.
"According to me mum, yes. Around here, it's Captain Jack," he answered, crossing the room to check her out. "Although love, that which you hold may sway me otherwise."
She was a bit startled at his remark, but quickly composed herself. "Really sir, this is only a gift. Not enough to stay even you, the scourge of the Caribbean," she said, looking in his face defiantly.
He looked at her for a moment before laughing slightly.
"Too true," he replied, plucking a bottle out of Addy's hand, ignoring her squeak of outrage.
"On my ship, this goes quickly," he said, taking a swig of the rum. "Now, who are you and what brings you to the Pearl?"
She looked at her feet for a moment before looking into his face.
"My name is Addy. I was sailing from Port Royal headed for Singapore with my parents and two pirates when a storm struck. Our boat, The Protector, sank. The sea claimed everyone but myself."
"Quite interesting," Jack said, leaving only her anger as he left the room, rum in hand.
She turned to where James was standing beside the door.
"Told ye he was impossible ta be 'round," he said, smiling at her.
She groaned and walked out after Jack. He was now at the helm, drinking his rum every few moments. She walked up beside him and looked him.
"You knew my parents."
"Did I sleep with one of 'em? Or kill one?" came the drunken response.
She shuddered.
"Neither, you sailed with them when you went after Barbossa to reclaim the Pearl."
"Who are you?" he narrowed his eyes at her.
"I told you, Addy."
"And as that doesn't answer me question, and first names only work in one night stands, I'd tell me your name, savvy?" he stepped up close to her face, his deep brown eyes square with hers. "So, either share your name, or I'll let you loose."
"Addy Turner."
"Ah, the youngest of the Turner clan. Good thing you look like your father; your mum was worried you were mine."
"Tha's impossible. They had me a year after they were married. Close to two after you and mama were trapped on that island."
"He's gone, she's lonely, and I'm in port..." His grin only seemed to get worse.
She stared at him for a moment before turned on her heel and storming down the steps and into her cabin. She still held one bottle of 'his' rum in her hand. She yanked the door open and slammed it after she was inside. She threw the bottle onto the bed and began ranting, rambling and raving.
"The *nerve* of that man. I can't believe I was *excited* to meet that...that...that *thing*!"
James opened the door and stepped inside, eyes wide as she continued.
"I sold dresses that my grandfather gave me to get his bloody rum, hid them in my trunk. Got my parents killed because I was the one who suggested we try to go and find him. And when I talk to IT, it says it slept with my *mother*. I can't believe him!"
She saw him watching her.
"How can you out up with him?!" she cried incredulous, a string of rants following immediately.
During her tirade, James crossed the floor to her, grabbed her neck and kissed her full on the lips. He released her after a moment and looked into her eyes.
"Why did you do that?"
"Me dad used it to make me mum quiet sometimes. I didn't like when he did though. I had to sleep with the crew or on deck after he did."
Addy stared at him for a moment before starting to cry. He looked at her for a moment before pulling her into his embrace.
"It's okay," he cooed gently, rubbing her back.
"I miss them James, I miss my parents."
"Ye don't think I dun miss me mum?"
"No, I'm not saying you don't, but I have never really been anywhere without them."
"Ye know me dad was lying."
"I don't know anything right about now."
"Yes ye do. 'ow else would ye have made yer dad's clothes fit ye and 'ave the one thing me dad loves besides 'is ship?"
"I guess, but he sure doesn't show his gratitude."
She closed her eyes and just rested her head on his chest, thinking about her parents, and how some nights, when all was calm, she and her father would read while her mother sewed or wrote in her journal.
"I miss them James, I miss them so much," she mumbled.
James looked down as her wet tears dampened his shirt. He hugged her tightly as she cried tears of sorrow. A small hiccup escaped her, he chuckled slightly.
"What?" she asked, pulling away and looking into his eyes.
"Nothing," he said.
She walked over to the bed and crawled under the covers. She pulled herself into a ball and cried more. Not really knowing what to do, James left her.
"Mama...Papa..." she mumbled as she fell asleep.