Alright everyone. I am *soooo* sorry for the long wait I made you all sit through, without any updates. My computer decided it was going to break, so I was computerless for about three weeks, at least, so I couldn't write anymore chapters. So, if I am not in the correct spot here, I apologize, I will fix it as soon as I can! Here is Chapter Ten! I hope y'all like it!
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Chapter Ten
I picked up his journal, and opened it. Every page seemed to be filled with his tiny, scrutinous handwriting, similar to chicken scratches. I squinted up my eyes to read it. I flipped to the middle, and found my name mentioned several times.
25 JuneJust met a girl named Katherine. Very odd. Her stepmother's a bitch. She had me locked up I jail for sword fighting with her stepdaughter, as if she cares. Katherine was caught up too, and we were locked up together. We finally escaped, and we set on sail for the Treasure of Algerath. Katherine has the Black Diamond, and she is the key to the biggest treasure of the World. Will and Elizabeth came along. We have sailed out of Port Royale and are heading towards Tortuga for supplies.
30 June
Was at a tavern with Katherine to discuss the details of the treasure, etc. Ended up drunk we almost got the entire roll in the hay. But we didn't quite make it. She was kidnapped by a whoremaster. Am going after her. I'm worried about her. Not quite entirely for the treasure (even though I would be pissed off if she lost that damn necklace) but for her own safety. I get this feeling that she's holding something back form me, not telling me about something. I don't know what, but I must know. I'm worried about her. I feel, even though I have only known her for two weeks tops, that I love her. Can a pirate love?
"I don't know, Jack, can they love?"
"I still haven't figured that one out, love," a tight, cold sounding voice said behind me. I wheeled around to face Jack, who was on the verge of exploding. "Bloody hell woman! YOU CAN'T SEEM TO BE ABLE TO FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS! I tell ye to clean me room, and ye read me books. Ye ain't supposed to do that love! NOW GIVE ME THAT GODDAMN JOURNAL AND CLEAN THE FUCKING PLACE UP!"
I jumped from his yelling, and threw the book at him, narrowly missing his head. He picked it up off the ground, and stormed out of the cabin, slamming the door behind him. "Bastard…" I muttered, starting to pick up the piles of disgusting, dirty clothes. Did he really mean what he had written…? He loved me? How could that be? He probably had whores in every port just pissing themselves to be with him. How could that man ever just narrow them down to just one? Me?
I put my entire mind onto cleaning his mess of a room. When I finished, it was about five in the afternoon. The scrolls on his desk were piled neatly. The parchment was laid out on top of itself, with the freshly filled ink well, and quill lying next to them.
The trunks that had been spilling over with clothes all over the floor were closed, and filled with the clothes that could be worn again. I had made his bed, and even turned it down, making it appear less stiff and formal. I patted the pillow, and swayed out of the room. I ran into Jack in the corridor heading to the ladder up deck.
He glared at me, and said, stiffly, "You can go the galley and help Elizabeth with the dinner. And make it quick. The crew is bloody hungry. I will have us all eating together tonight, love." He nodded his head curtly and walked off.
"Make dinner? I can't stand cooking… pain in the ass…" I grumbled, walking off to the galley. Elizabeth was already there, humming a pleasant song, cooking. Five loaves of golden brown bread sat in front of her, with a sixth soon to come. The turkey legs had been cooking in the pan, and needed to be flipped.
I nodded at her. "What do I need to do?" Elizabeth looked at me, and smiled.
"Ah, Katherine. I need you to serve everything up to the individual plates tonight. We're trying it a bit differently tonight, Jack says."
"We're trying it a bit differently, my ass. Jack says everything, and they follow. Why?"
"Well, dear, he is the captain of the Pearl. I would imagine that's why…"
"I bloody know that. But what gives him the right to controlling everything they do? You were there when we arrived the first time. He didn't approve of them being with whores, yet he probably has about fifty in each port pissing themselves because they all think he loves them. Well, they're wrong because he loves me!" I said, in a rush, with out thinking. I clamped my hand over my mouth, shocked at what I had just said.
"He does? How do you know that, Katherine?" Elizabeth said, still not stalling her work, although I had her full attention.
"I read his journal. He said that he thinks he loves me, and he doesn't know if pirates can love or not."
Elizabeth thought about this for a few minutes and nodded. "Can you prepare the dishes, please? We need about twenty-five plates total. Jack said they're all in the bottom right cupboard."
"See? There we go again, with the Jack says bit…" But I followed her instruction, and pulled out many plates, placing pieces of bread and turkey on it. I poured gravy over it all, and clapped my hands when I finally finished.
I was walking over to place the last piece of bread on when I spotted a cupboard with the words "HERBS" carved into the front. I opened it and found vials and vials of different herbs, each with a label written on it. I searched through them and finally found on that caught my eye.
I could never pronounce its name, but I knew what it did. I would cause sleep to happen on the person in no more than twenty minutes of eating it. I found the first plate I would deliver, and sprinkled some of the herb on the turkey. It was so light and small, that no one could tell the difference.
I nodded at Elizabeth again, and picked up the special plate, and another, and walked out into the dining area. Elizabeth had set it, with rum at every seat, save for hers. The crew, Jack, and Will were all sitting in their places. I placed the special plate in front of Jack, and the other in front of Will. And on it went until everything person had a plate.
Then, the feasting began. Except, it wasn't quite feasting. It was more of a festive talking along with frantic eating. I noticed that Jack seemed to be slowing down considerably with every bite he took. Pretty soon, his head fell back, and he was snoring like a little child.
Everyone noticed this, and laughed at him. Elizabeth stood up, worried about him, and went to make sure he was still breathing, and his heart was still beating. It was. Then, she looked at me. "Oh no, you didn't!"
"Didn't what?" I said.
"You didn't place an herb in his food did you?"
"What if I did?"
"I would like to know, so then I can know if he's dead, or just sleeping."
"He's only sleeping. It's only a simple sleeping herb. Nothing more. He'll wake-up at his normal waking time." Everyone in the crew looked at me.
"But you will have to put him to bed, " one man said. I sighed, and nodded.
"Only if there was no hidden entendre in there." I stood up, took a swig from my rum that I had just started, and walked over to the sleeping Jack. I picked up his floppy arm and placed it around my shoulder. I hoisted him somewhat on to my back, so that some of his weight was on my back. I walked slowly out of the room, with people cat calling me while I left.
I found his cabin quickly, and opened the door. Inside was just how I left it. His large bed looked incredibly welcoming to me, for my aching back. All though he may look thin, he still weighed a bit. I flipped him onto his bed, and collapsed onto it with relief. But before I could get up, he had flipped across me, and I found my self trapped. I could not possible move him, especially when I was so incredibly tired feeling, suddenly.
I fell asleep in his arms.
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Outside of Jack's bedroom, Elizabeth and Will stood watching. "Did it work? Is she asleep?" Will asked.
"Yes, she is."
Will shook his head. "You really should not play Cupid, dear wife. But I like this idea. You knew she used the sleeping herb, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did… and I used it on her too, in her rum…But she doesn't know it… I just know that she loves him, and he loves her. I see it in her eyes every time he walks by. Even when she is mad, her love still is alight." Elizabeth spoke, kissed her husband, and walked off to finish clearing the table.
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HAHAHA! How was that little plot twist there? Huh? I just came up with that on the spot! Wow! I hadn't planned for it to happen like that, but I thought it would be good… Now, you know what to do… press the pretty blue button and REVIEW! PLEASE! I'll love you if you do…