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Chapter 23
"Heart To Heart Chat With Jack"

I walked over to the stairway and down the stairs. I looked over the woodwork of the Gauntlet, just happy that we had finally been able to clean it up since I had gotten it back. I slowly made my way over to the brig. I stood between the two brigs. Looking from my left and then to my right. My eyes rested on the Commodore

"Ye want something?" I questioned

"We heard an explosion, what was it?" he asked

I grinned slightly, pulling a chair up, resting it next to a post that held the deck up. I sat down, crossing my legs in front of me, a bottle of rum in my right hand. After taking a slow drink. "That Commodore, was the glorious sound of The Interceptor going up in flames and begin sent to the depths of the sea."

His eyes went wide. "How could you do that, you wench?!?!"

I looked him up and down; his usually very clean clothes were now filled with dirt and dust.

I grinned slightly. "Oh, it was pretty damn easy."

I heard footsteps walk down the stairs; I could tell just by the way the man moved it was Jack.

"Ravenica, what are ye doing down here?" He asked

"The Commodore was going to tell me something, seemed important enough, but now he has nothing to say." I laughed, taking a drink of rum.

"Aye, What was it Commodore. Ye interrupted a business deal." Jack said, pouting a little.

"Business deal? What kind of business deal could you two have?" The Commodore asked.

"Ravenica, I do believe the fair Commodore has a crush on ye." Jack laughed, my head snapped back to look at him.

"I do not!" The Commodore protested.

"Oh, come on, I heard ye talking with yer men. Ye even admitted to liking her, even though she is a pirate."

My eyes went wide with confusion. "Wha the bloody 'ell are ye talking bout, Gullible?"

He shrugged slightly, drinking some rum. "Nothin, luv. Now what do ye say we go back upstairs?"

I nodded; this was getting to odd for me. "Sorry, ye boys can't join us. It's going to be quite a party, but then again, ye can listen to it."

I followed Jack up the stairs. "I will join ye in a moment, luv. Nature calls." Jack smiled

I nodded and headed toward my cabin. I walked in and looked over to my cabin. A rather small twin bed lay in the back corner; it had black satin sheets with matching black pillowcases. The blanket I had draped over it was a red satin. A dresser sat on the left side, Across from it was a large chest I kept my valuables in. A table sat to my right by the window, 2 chairs on either side of it. Paper's laid spread about it in a very un- orderly fashion. I sighed lightly, eyeing the pistol I had laid on the table. I began one by one-pulling daggers from my bodice. I had a total of 8 when I was finished. I opened the top drawer of the large dresser with a rectangular mirror on top of it. I set the daggers inside and closed it carefully. The wood was weathered from the salty air of the sea. I picked up the bottle of rum that sat on the table. I took a long slow drink, feeling the warm sensations as it pushed through my body. I smiled slightly; I could tell why Jack loved this drink so much. The door opened slowly to reveal Jack making his way in.

"Don't ye ever knock?" I asked, looking at him

"No, should I?" He asked, closing the door behind him.

"It would be nice." I commented I sat at the table by the window Jack sat across from me. I put my left foot on the table, crossing my right over it. I held the bottle of rum firmly in my hand, resting it on my stomach.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of ones company?" I asked

"Do I 'ave to 'ave a reason to come see ye?" he questioned, raising a brow.

"I suppose not."

"Do ye 'ave an idea of what to do with the Commodore?" he asked I shook my head slightly.

"We 'ave a few options."

"Like what?"

"Oh like, we could maroon him and his men on different islands. In the hopes that they never find their way back. We could torture them and then leave them to be lost to sea, or we could head toward Port Royal, take them back only a little tortured and demand ransom money."

"Hmm. All very tempting." He grinned A silence ran between us as we sat in thought, drinking rum.

"So, what do ye say we forget the Commodore for awhile?" Jack asked standing up.

I took another long drink of rum, leaving only a quarter of it in the bottle. I watched Jack walk behind me.

"And what would we do then?" I asked, knowing it was a stupid question.

"I'm sure we could think of something." He smiled, standing behind me. I felt him place his hands on my shoulders. "Are ye always so tense?"

"When yer around, aye." I laughed He began to massage my shoulders; his hands were rough and callused from a hard days work but still soft all the same. I closed my eyes feeling his strong hands work on my tense back. I hadn't had a massage in months. A small moan escaped my lips as his hands moved. Had to admit, he could work with his hands no doubt. I picked up the bottle of rum from the table. The sun had begun to set. "Is that better?" Jack asked I nodded.

"Much."

"Good." He smiled.

I stood and walked around, lighting the various candles that I had spread out around my cabin. Jack watched me walk around.

"What ye doing?" he asked.

"The sun is setting, the candles need to be lit. No way I'm sitting in the dark wit ye. Yer always up to something ye know."

He smiled slightly, "aye, always."

I shook my head slightly. I ran fingers through my hair, lighting the last of the candles. Jack stood behind me, I felt his arms wrap around my waist. I pulled away quickly turning on my heel and looking at him.

"And what do ye think yer doing?" I questioned.

"Who me?" he asked, trying to play innocent.

"I wouldn't do anything."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't try to look innocent yer anything but!"

"So what if I am? Can't blame me for trying, let's face it yer beautiful." I smiled slightly.

"Well, thank ye. Ye know what yer problem is?"

"No, but I know yer gonna tell me."

"Ye try to hard. And yer irritating on top of that. Nothing is simple with ye."

"But it is simple."

"Simple how? Ye 'ave been after me ever since I met ye. Yer relentless, all ye think about is yerself and yer own needs. Isn't that right?"

He grabbed my arm, pushing me to the wall. He stood there, his hands on either side of my head as he looked into my green eyes. I looked into his brown, coal-rimmed eyes.

"Ye forget one thing, luv." He said, barely in a whisper

"And what would that be??" I questioned

"I'm the one who said I loved ye, did I not? I brought ye back. This isn't just lust anymore, sure it was a tiny ounce before, but not anymore."

I stared into his eyes. He was right after all. He was the reason I was here, in more ways than one. He leaned down slowly, kissing me softly. I didn't resist; I couldn't anymore. My arms came up to wrap around his waist.

"Yer right." I said giving him a playful smile. I pulled him closer to me, "to bad ye can't be right all the time!"

I leaned over, my lips meeting his. Our tongues entwined together. I knew he was right; he was the reason I was here. I just decided to push that fact away. But, I couldn't do it anymore. It couldn't just be a thing of lust, not anymore. He's the one who said he loved me, but I had never told him back because I wasn't sure of myself.