Hi! Okies, peoples! Let's get this show on the road! Oh yeah, I don't
intend for this to be very long...kinda like "Aladdin" was longer than "The
Return of Jafar." Yeah....
Thanks to LIM!
"And the teacher says, "What the heck is that?..."
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You yawn as you roll out of bed, lying on the floor. Yawning again, you rub your eyes and stand. You walk over to your window and stare out at the sea. The sunlight pours abundantly into the cabin, warming your whole body. When you think about it, you've never really seen a day so beautiful. You find your robe, quickly putting it on and stepping out on deck.
As usual, no one notices that you have emerged from the sanctuary that is Jack's cabin. Even though you've been on the ship for well over two years, it seems that that only people that seem fond of you are Jack, Gibbs, and Will. The crew has grown accustomed to your presence, yet the only company they enjoy of you is when a party is raging out of control and Jack is too drunk to notice that some sickos are messing with his woman.
You decide to check in with Jack before heading off to the galley. Trotting over to the helm, you spot Jack turning his compass around before closing it and steering.
"Jack?"
He looks up. "Wha? Oh! G'mornin' to ya, luv! Ow'd ya sleep?"
"Er...very well, thank you..." you reply. Too bad that you're polite. If you weren't you'd march straight up to him and complain about his snoring, his kicking problem, the muttering about flaming seagulls and some jingle for goldfish.
"Splendid! Anyhow, I know 'ow yeh'll be wantin' to get to the galley ta help Will, so I'll stop botherin' ya. Run along and play nice!"
You blink a few times, wondering why Jack is deliberately trying to avoid you. With a nod, you wander off into the galley, hoping that your work will take it off your mind.
Will is already working when you get there. He's moving some very heavy crates, and you can't help but be grateful that all you do is clean. You smile at him when he sets a crate down, walking over and sitting on top of it.
"Good morning, Mr. Turner," you say jokingly, knowing how he hates hearing that from you.
He wipes the sweat from his forehead, grinning. "Morning, Miss. I trust you are well?" He moves another crate.
"Yes, I am, thank you. What needs to be done down here?"
Will stands, leaning backwards in an attempt to pop his back. "Just the usual cleaning and peeling potatoes. If you like, I'll let you help me move these crates..."
You laugh politely. "No, that's quite alright."
Moving to the other side of the crate you were sitting on, you grab a few potatoes and a knife. You sit on the floor and begin to peel.
Hours pass, crates are moved, potatoes are peeled, and somewhere 9 children just had lost their first tooth trying to eat a coconut right off the tree. Silly children.
You begin to think about Jack, and how he's been more seceretive lately and how he's been avoiding you. Just the other day you ask to hang out with him because you were getting bored with Will. He says that he's not busy, but when you start talking about Spain and how excited you are, he murmurs something about important matters that can't be avoided, leaving you right were you are and locking himself in the cabin you share. As much as you'd hate to say anything, you clear your throat and speak.
"Will? Have you noticed that Jack's been acting sort of...peculiar lately?"
"Hmm? No, no I haven't. Has he?"
You sigh. "Yes, or, at least, I think so...perhaps I'm only paranoid about our trip...I don't know..."
Will walks over and puts a hand on your shoulder. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
You shake your head. "No. I'll just be getting up to the deck to clean..."
Will blinks as he watches you snatch the bucket of water and rush to the deck.
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Nope! I'm not rushing into the plot, if that's what you're wandering. Now go R&R!
Thanks to LIM!
"And the teacher says, "What the heck is that?..."
~*~*~*~*~*~
You yawn as you roll out of bed, lying on the floor. Yawning again, you rub your eyes and stand. You walk over to your window and stare out at the sea. The sunlight pours abundantly into the cabin, warming your whole body. When you think about it, you've never really seen a day so beautiful. You find your robe, quickly putting it on and stepping out on deck.
As usual, no one notices that you have emerged from the sanctuary that is Jack's cabin. Even though you've been on the ship for well over two years, it seems that that only people that seem fond of you are Jack, Gibbs, and Will. The crew has grown accustomed to your presence, yet the only company they enjoy of you is when a party is raging out of control and Jack is too drunk to notice that some sickos are messing with his woman.
You decide to check in with Jack before heading off to the galley. Trotting over to the helm, you spot Jack turning his compass around before closing it and steering.
"Jack?"
He looks up. "Wha? Oh! G'mornin' to ya, luv! Ow'd ya sleep?"
"Er...very well, thank you..." you reply. Too bad that you're polite. If you weren't you'd march straight up to him and complain about his snoring, his kicking problem, the muttering about flaming seagulls and some jingle for goldfish.
"Splendid! Anyhow, I know 'ow yeh'll be wantin' to get to the galley ta help Will, so I'll stop botherin' ya. Run along and play nice!"
You blink a few times, wondering why Jack is deliberately trying to avoid you. With a nod, you wander off into the galley, hoping that your work will take it off your mind.
Will is already working when you get there. He's moving some very heavy crates, and you can't help but be grateful that all you do is clean. You smile at him when he sets a crate down, walking over and sitting on top of it.
"Good morning, Mr. Turner," you say jokingly, knowing how he hates hearing that from you.
He wipes the sweat from his forehead, grinning. "Morning, Miss. I trust you are well?" He moves another crate.
"Yes, I am, thank you. What needs to be done down here?"
Will stands, leaning backwards in an attempt to pop his back. "Just the usual cleaning and peeling potatoes. If you like, I'll let you help me move these crates..."
You laugh politely. "No, that's quite alright."
Moving to the other side of the crate you were sitting on, you grab a few potatoes and a knife. You sit on the floor and begin to peel.
Hours pass, crates are moved, potatoes are peeled, and somewhere 9 children just had lost their first tooth trying to eat a coconut right off the tree. Silly children.
You begin to think about Jack, and how he's been more seceretive lately and how he's been avoiding you. Just the other day you ask to hang out with him because you were getting bored with Will. He says that he's not busy, but when you start talking about Spain and how excited you are, he murmurs something about important matters that can't be avoided, leaving you right were you are and locking himself in the cabin you share. As much as you'd hate to say anything, you clear your throat and speak.
"Will? Have you noticed that Jack's been acting sort of...peculiar lately?"
"Hmm? No, no I haven't. Has he?"
You sigh. "Yes, or, at least, I think so...perhaps I'm only paranoid about our trip...I don't know..."
Will walks over and puts a hand on your shoulder. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
You shake your head. "No. I'll just be getting up to the deck to clean..."
Will blinks as he watches you snatch the bucket of water and rush to the deck.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Nope! I'm not rushing into the plot, if that's what you're wandering. Now go R&R!