Chapter 13
"Giving Up"
I lay on the bed in Jack's cabin; he decided I needed to rest for a week. Until we got to Tortuga to get a crew for my ship. I didn't want to take over his crew, that wouldn't be right. I wanted a crew of my own. I reluctantly agreed to take it easy until we arrived in Tortuga. I hated it when he told me what to do; as if he didn't irritate me enough sometimes he also wanted to tell me what to do. I guess in the long run he knew what was right. Or at least that's what I continued to tell myself over and over. I decided if I was going to be bedridden for a few days, staring at the ceiling I needed a picture up there. I stood and walked over to the table. Grabbing a piece of parchment and an ink pen. I drew a picture of my ship. I wasn't much of an artist if you were to ask me, it sucked, but it worked for me. I stood on the bed, trying to get it to stay on the ceiling, when Jack walked in.
He eyed me. "What the bloody 'ell are you doing?"
"Putting a picture up, I need something to look at."
"Is it of me?" he asked with a grin
"No." I laughed
"Oh, what's it of?" he asked
"You'll see it when you go to bed."
"Okay." He said, turning his head around to try and get a view of it.
"Stop it, your just going to have to wait till you decide to go to sleep."
"What is with you today?" he questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Nothing why."
"Ye seem crabby, is it that time of the month?" he asked
I quickly turned to look at him, like that was any of his business.
"No! And even if it was, how would that be any of your business?" I questioned
"I don't know, I just figured with these mood swings..."
I cut him off. "Well, that's not the problem. I'm still mad at you for not telling me why I'm here."
His eyes searched the room as if he were looking for something.
"I told ye all that happened."
"I don't believe that for one damn second!" I yelled.
"I should be asking ye if ye have PMS, I'm not the only one with mood swings lately."
I jumped down off of the bed, in front of Jack. I placed my hands on my hips. "I don't have mood swings."
"No but ye have been acting very strange since I have been brought back. How ever that truly did happen. I'm still not sure."
"Me? I don't act strange." He said, walking past me and over to the table. He shuffled through the various parchments on the table.
I rolled my eyes at him.
"Don't roll yer eyes at me, it's the truth."
"Okay, lets say it is, for one moment. I still have a sneaky suspicion that yer not telling me the whole truth that there is something more to this than me just coming back from being unconscious and almost dieing. The curse has been lifted, but who admitted to loving me to even break the curse."
"I don't know, luv. I'm not explaining the story again. I'm sick of telling it."
"What would I have to do, to make ye tell me everything?" I questioned, walking over to him. Stopping at his side. "Hmm?"
"There's nothing ye can do." He said, eyeing me quizzically.
"Oh, I'm sure there is." I said, running my right fingertips over his left arm. Over his muscles and back down to his hands. His eyebrows rose, as he turned to look at me.
"That isn't going to work." He said, turning to face me.
"I don't call you gullible for no reason." I said, batting my eyelashes at him, continuing to run my fingertips over his arm.
"It's not going to work." He said, shaking his head.
"Don't deny it, ye want me. Have since I arrived on The Pearl." I smiled. "Isn't that right?"
His eyes scanned the room in thought. "Well, I..." he trailed off.
"So why don't ye just give in and tell me how I'm still here." I smiled, pulling him into my arms. My arms rested on his shoulders around his neck.
"I already have, luv." He said, his arms wrapping around my waist. "
And that's it, that's why I'm here? Who said they loved me, Gullible. Ye have to know, ye were here."
He shrugged. "I don't know, luv. But, that shouldn't stop us from what we are doing." He grinned, a toothy grin, his gold capped teeth shining brightly.
I sighed, was there anyway I could get him to admit to it? Or was it a waste of time? I broke free from his grip. "I don't understand why wont ye tell me?"
"I have. That's all there is to It." he said, looking disappointed. "So what do ye say we move beyond this, questioning phase and just go on with our lives, eh?"
I contemplated it; I really didn't have another choice. Obviously he was dead set on not telling me. "Fine. It's over. Happy now?"
"Aye, happy as can be! Now if ye will excuse me, I have to get back to the helm."
I nodded slowly, I watched him leave the cabin, closing the door behind him. I sighed, I guess I would never know who had said it to bring me back. As long as I was still here, I guess it really didn't matter. But on the other hand, not knowing who could be my soul mate was bugging the crap out of me. But, who would have said it? The only one I could think of was Jack. Maybe I was wrong for bugging him about it. Maybe he was telling the truth, that he hadn't said it that someone else had. But who? To many questions still lingered in my mind. This was just ridiculous. I sighed, tossing myself on the bed, my hair flowing along with me. I lay on Jack's side of the bed, to lazy to roll to the other side. Questions for another day, he told me not to long ago that he was going to wait for the opportune moment to tell me what really happened. Obviously my bothering him with it would make that time more. So I decided from here on out to forget it and be happy that I was alive. Sounded like an excellent plan to me.