Umm...hi. I am SOOOOO sorry that I haven't written in a while. I've gone a
Harry Potter rampage. I've also made a Harry/Hermione wallpaper that I
would be glad to send to fellow Harry/Hermione supporters. Okay, enough
advertising.
Thanks to Melissa, who accepted my wallpaper with open arms and happy squeals. And to Lindsay, who really didn't like it, but gave me great feedback on the Lucius Malfoy paper.
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You plop the bucket down on deck and thrust your mop into the water. All your hard work goes unappreciated, seeing as how some people try to drop things or move slowly as they cross a wet area. You try desperately to get the deck relatively clean, but after hours of mopping the same mess in the same spot over and over again, you hand the mop and bucket to the cabin boy.
You look up to see that Jack has left the helm. Determined to find out what's bothering him, you decide to check his cabin. Jack, who was indeed in said cabin, had his back turned to you, hunched over something. You clear your throat to announce your presence and he jolts around, gasping, hiding whatever it was that he was hunched over in his pocket.
"What's that?" you ask.
"Wha's wha?"
"That thing in your pocket."
"There's nothin' in there."
"I just saw you put something in it!"
"Oh...righ'...." He says nervously. "Tha's nothin. Jus'...nothin...."
You cross the room to meet him. He meets you half-way and you wrap your arms around his neck, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I trust you wouldn't lie to me," you whisper, resting your head on his chest.
"Righ'," he whispers in reply, "Yeh know I wouldn'...."
~*~*~*~
Weeks go by. Finally, on a rainy evening, you arrive at the port in Spain. Sure enough, you are the first on land. Will follows close behind you, graciously carrying your things. You smile at him in gratitude, waiting for Jack on the dock.
Two days earlier, Jack had informed you that you'd be rooming with one of his friends and her family. At first you were a little upset with the idea of staying with one of Jack's lady friends, but once assured that it was perfectly innocent, as she is currently married, you consented.
A few minutes later, Jack marched down the gangplank looking very uneasy, trying to hide it with a pitiful look of confidence. Worried, you ask him if anything is wrong. He shakes his head, moving along down the dock. You sigh heavily and turn to Will, who shrugs and begins to follow Jack. You look out at the sea, sighing yet again, and begin to trail off after the men.
~*~*~*~
After stopping in a pub, you set off in a shady part of the village. 'I've seen worse,' you think to yourself. You quickly move out of the way as a group of men run past you to break up a fight in outside another pub. "'Ere it is," Jack says, knocking on the door of a small house. A little boy around the age of eight opens the door. He looks up at Jack, then to Will, then to you, back to Jack and yells, "Mama! Mama!"
A petite lady with long black hair comes to the door and shoos the boy away. She sees Jack, pushing Will and you out of the way to leap into his arms.
"Jack! I cannot believe it is you!" this woman says in a thick Spanish accent.
He blinks and slowly starts to hug her back. "'Lo, Mary...."
She pulled away and took his hand, leading him into the house. "You must come meet the family!" Mary continues to rant, closing the door in your face. Will knock again, Jack opening the door for you, Mary oblivious that her ranting is falling on ignorant ears. "Sorry, luv, she's just a 'lil excited."
"Of course," you plaster on a fake smile. You enter the house, only to be overrun by three toddlers chasing each other. Will assists you over to the table that Jack and Mary are seated at.
Jack looks up at you and smiles. "Mary, I'd like you to meet somebody." He introduces you and Will as his 'friends'. Mary smiles politely at Will, and forces a grin at you. Will joins them at the table, yourself deciding to stand. All of the sudden, you're not so comfortable with staying here anymore.
Mary and Jack carry on a conversation for a while, leaving you and Will quite uncomfortable. Eventually, the topic turns to how pleased they were to be staying there.
"I am so happy that you are staying here with me, Jack!" she said as the toddlers ran around the table a few times.
"The pleasure is ours, luv," he says after swallowing some rum.
By this time, you and Will have silently established your own secret language of blinks, yawns and hand movements. He yawns, sticking his tongue against his teeth, flicking his nose twice. You translate this as "This is going nowhere" or "I am very hungry, please feed me feathers".
"I am happy for more than one reason to see you," Mary says, "There is someone I need YOU to meet." She calls the boy that answered the door to the table.
"Jack, this is Antonio. He is your son."
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OOOOOooooooOOOOOOOooooohhhh!! ICJ's gonna get beat up now...*begins running* R&R!
Thanks to Melissa, who accepted my wallpaper with open arms and happy squeals. And to Lindsay, who really didn't like it, but gave me great feedback on the Lucius Malfoy paper.
~*~*~*~*~*~
You plop the bucket down on deck and thrust your mop into the water. All your hard work goes unappreciated, seeing as how some people try to drop things or move slowly as they cross a wet area. You try desperately to get the deck relatively clean, but after hours of mopping the same mess in the same spot over and over again, you hand the mop and bucket to the cabin boy.
You look up to see that Jack has left the helm. Determined to find out what's bothering him, you decide to check his cabin. Jack, who was indeed in said cabin, had his back turned to you, hunched over something. You clear your throat to announce your presence and he jolts around, gasping, hiding whatever it was that he was hunched over in his pocket.
"What's that?" you ask.
"Wha's wha?"
"That thing in your pocket."
"There's nothin' in there."
"I just saw you put something in it!"
"Oh...righ'...." He says nervously. "Tha's nothin. Jus'...nothin...."
You cross the room to meet him. He meets you half-way and you wrap your arms around his neck, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I trust you wouldn't lie to me," you whisper, resting your head on his chest.
"Righ'," he whispers in reply, "Yeh know I wouldn'...."
~*~*~*~
Weeks go by. Finally, on a rainy evening, you arrive at the port in Spain. Sure enough, you are the first on land. Will follows close behind you, graciously carrying your things. You smile at him in gratitude, waiting for Jack on the dock.
Two days earlier, Jack had informed you that you'd be rooming with one of his friends and her family. At first you were a little upset with the idea of staying with one of Jack's lady friends, but once assured that it was perfectly innocent, as she is currently married, you consented.
A few minutes later, Jack marched down the gangplank looking very uneasy, trying to hide it with a pitiful look of confidence. Worried, you ask him if anything is wrong. He shakes his head, moving along down the dock. You sigh heavily and turn to Will, who shrugs and begins to follow Jack. You look out at the sea, sighing yet again, and begin to trail off after the men.
~*~*~*~
After stopping in a pub, you set off in a shady part of the village. 'I've seen worse,' you think to yourself. You quickly move out of the way as a group of men run past you to break up a fight in outside another pub. "'Ere it is," Jack says, knocking on the door of a small house. A little boy around the age of eight opens the door. He looks up at Jack, then to Will, then to you, back to Jack and yells, "Mama! Mama!"
A petite lady with long black hair comes to the door and shoos the boy away. She sees Jack, pushing Will and you out of the way to leap into his arms.
"Jack! I cannot believe it is you!" this woman says in a thick Spanish accent.
He blinks and slowly starts to hug her back. "'Lo, Mary...."
She pulled away and took his hand, leading him into the house. "You must come meet the family!" Mary continues to rant, closing the door in your face. Will knock again, Jack opening the door for you, Mary oblivious that her ranting is falling on ignorant ears. "Sorry, luv, she's just a 'lil excited."
"Of course," you plaster on a fake smile. You enter the house, only to be overrun by three toddlers chasing each other. Will assists you over to the table that Jack and Mary are seated at.
Jack looks up at you and smiles. "Mary, I'd like you to meet somebody." He introduces you and Will as his 'friends'. Mary smiles politely at Will, and forces a grin at you. Will joins them at the table, yourself deciding to stand. All of the sudden, you're not so comfortable with staying here anymore.
Mary and Jack carry on a conversation for a while, leaving you and Will quite uncomfortable. Eventually, the topic turns to how pleased they were to be staying there.
"I am so happy that you are staying here with me, Jack!" she said as the toddlers ran around the table a few times.
"The pleasure is ours, luv," he says after swallowing some rum.
By this time, you and Will have silently established your own secret language of blinks, yawns and hand movements. He yawns, sticking his tongue against his teeth, flicking his nose twice. You translate this as "This is going nowhere" or "I am very hungry, please feed me feathers".
"I am happy for more than one reason to see you," Mary says, "There is someone I need YOU to meet." She calls the boy that answered the door to the table.
"Jack, this is Antonio. He is your son."
~*~*~*~*~*~
OOOOOooooooOOOOOOOooooohhhh!! ICJ's gonna get beat up now...*begins running* R&R!