Chapter 8
"Yer So Irritating Sometimes!"
I still sat at the table with Jack sitting across from me. I watched him take a long drink of his rum. Him and his rum, they would get him in trouble someday, I guarantee it.
"So, I don't want to be. A pain in the, rear." He said pointing to his rear "but I can't help but wonder if ye know yer dying why go after yer ship?"
I looked at him, crossing my legs as I did so.
"Because Jack!" I said as if it were obvious. "Tell me, if ye were dying, wouldn't ye want to see yer love, yer ship one last time?"
He thought about it for a second, his head moving side to side as he contemplated it. "Aye, I can say I would."
"Well, I want to see me ship one last time."
"So, if ye had someone that loved ye.. Ye wouldn't die?" he questioned
"Aye is correct." I nodded in response. "Now lets talk about something else, eh."
"Talk about what?" he asked, his left hand stroking his beard.
"I don't care.. Anything besides what's going on in that gutter mind of yours." I said, my eyes flashing at him.
"But this is how I figure It." he said, moving closer to the edge of his chair. "Ye are going to die, in 3 days, we both have come to terms wit this. Why not have sum fun before ye die, eh, luv?" he asked with a wink.
I couldn't believe this was coming from his mouth. "Ye amaze me, Jack Sparrow, I'm dieing and yer worried about covering yer needs. Yer unbelievable.. Damn unbelievable." I said standing up, my arms moving as my right hand came up and met my forehead. "I can't believe you."
I shook my head and opened the cabin door, taking in the fresh sea air. I walked over and sat on a bench that was located on the bow. The cool night air pressed against my bare skin, I shivered at its contact. I sat quietly, thinking, thinking about my death. Dieing at only 23 because of some stupid curse. I hadn't wanted to get into it. Sure, I have come to terms that I will be dying in only 3 days. The curse wouldn't be broken. To hear Jack knowing of my situation say that we could have sum "fun" as he so put it. What was that? How could he think of that at the very moment? He was so hard to figure out sometimes.
"He is so damn irritating... but yet very hot." I told myself.
I slapped my self, literally. My right hand came up and smacked my forehead. How could I say he was hot? The whole time I have been on this ship we have toyed with each other, which was quite amusing for the both of us. Maybe he was trying to put humor into a sad situation. Or maybe all he did was think of himself.
"Ahem." I heard someone clear their throat, obviously looking to get my attention.
"What?" I asked not looking at whoever it was.
"I'm sorry for wha happened." Jack said truthfully, I turned around and looked at him
"its okay, I should have expected it I guess." I shrugged, my auburn hair blowing in the breeze.
"I shouldn't have given you a proposition such as that on the terms we were speaking."
"Jack its okay really, I'm okay. I'm going to die, so what? It doesn't matter anymore..." I trailed off.
"But it does, luv." He said, sitting next to me.
"No it doesn't gullible. I've come to terms with it, I don't care anymore. I have 3 days to do what I want to do."
"I will fulfill those wishes."
I smiled. "All I ask of ye."
"Yea, in a way you have a death wish." He smiled I pushed his shoulder lightly.
"Yea I guess I do." I shivered as the cool breeze hit my arms.
"Come back to the cabin, wouldn't want ye to freeze."
"I wont freeze."
"Will to."
"Will not."
"To."
"Not! Yer right, we do always have to argue."
"Aye, gives us something to pass time." he laughed
I grinned at him. "True."
I watched him stand; I stood beside him. I followed him up the stairs and into the cabin. Closing the door behind us.
"So, ye never did say how good the galley looked after I was finished cleaning." I said, looking around.
"Ye cleaned the galley?" he asked as confusion struck his features
"Yea, maybe if ye weren't so busy yellin ye woulda noticed!"
I grabbed his hand, dragging him toward the door.
"Come on yer going to see it now, if the crew didn't trash it yet."
When I grabbed his hand I felt shivers run down my spine. I had never really had that sensation before it was exciting. I dragged him along with me, down to the galley. To my surprise it was still very clean. Gibbs, Cotton, and Ana Maria sat at the table. They looked from me to Jack and then back to me.
"Ye did a good job of cleaning the galley, place was a pig sty." Ana Maria smiled
"Thanks, I worked hard, it better stay this way!"
I let go of Jack's hand. He looked around in awe, which made me giggle a little.
"What you never seen your galley clean?"
"Not like this." He said, looking at the floor. "Even scrubbed the floor I see."
"Aye, and the walls, seems the crew had a food fight and forgot to clean up the walls." I said, eyeing the 3 that sat at the table.
They all looked at each other one at a time and began to laugh.
"I would love to stay down here and talk with you all, but I want to get to the helm." I said, "Have a good night."
I walked past Jack. "See ya later, gullible."
He sneered at gullible; he was finally starting to hate it. I smiled to myself as I made my way up to the helm.
"Twigg, I'm relieving ye, go get some rest, eh." I smiled softly
He quickly nodded. "Aye, captain."
I was taken back by him calling me captain, but didn't second-guess it. I took over, taking the wheel. I started out into the darkness, the moon shown brightly, but not nearly as bright as it had the other night. Patches of small clouds would block out the light for a minute or two then the moon would come back into view. I sighed lightly, as I stood there in my own little world. When I was at the helm nothing seemed to matter other than getting us to our destination safely.