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Chapter 7 : A lass... I'd swear
(Fen)
"Don't know... a lass... I'd swear..."
Mumbles filtered their way through the solid door of Jack's cabin and over to Fen, crumpled on the bed, coming slowly out of her unconscious state.
She groaned. That wasn't half of a headache she had. She groaned again... Where was she? It was all dark and fuzzy. She couldn't remember anything. All of a sudden she panicked and tried to jump to her feet, but her legs wouldn't obey.
Ahhh, what was happening? Her surroundings became more and more focused, but she could not remember for the life of her why she was in this chamber, nor why her body would not move.
Nor, whilst she was at it, why the room seemed to rock backwards and forwards. Rock backwards and forwards... Do rooms usually rock backwards and forwards?
She thought back. Pintel, her dear pa', had told her that people 'of the civilisations' lived in sort of boxes, called rooms, chambers or other things like that. That there were sometimes many enclosed in a sort of bigger box that they locked up with a key.
It had taken her a while to grasp the idea. Why would people give up the freedom of the vast night sky, the thousand little stars that twinkled so very delicately to sleep in a wooden box, or brick, he'd also mentioned? He had taken hours to try to explain to her that these people 'of the civilisations' lived in places full of danger and that to lock themselves up in boxes kept them safe. Besides, where they lived it would be seen as 'uncivilised' to sleep under trees...
'Uncivilised', that word had also taken her a while to get used to. It seemed to her that these people 'of the civilisations' were very much caught in a trap, caught in a mixture of rules and prisons that they didn't even know of.
There had been a very tall tree on the island that overlooked a cliff. From it, you could see the edge of the world cutting the ocean majestically. Only problem was that Pintel had forbidden her to climb it. So she'd waited for him to leave on his little expeditions as he did ever so often and then she had rushed up it and fastened her legs around one of the smaller branches. From it, she'd gazed at the end of the world and then closed her eyes, tight, ever so tight and whispered quietly to the ocean. She'd whispered her little fears about these people caught in boxes and asked the splashing water, in her politest voice, if he couldn't possibly help them... even if it was only a tinsy bit.
She'd often wondered if he'd ever noticed her pleas and if these people 'of the civilisations' had ever been saved from their ignorance. She gazed around her, her eyes back to normal even if her body still refused to move. Obviously not, considering she was lying in one of those cells now!!
A picture of a man in dreadlocks raising his eyebrows came to mind. She shook her head... What on earth was that about?! Then another, this time of him waving his arms about, walking crookedly down a path... Her mind became full of them... pictures of this same... pirate, wasn't it?... swarmed her brain. She yelled out.
The door burst open, "He's awoken Cap'n!" Said one of the crew whose voice sounded remarkably like the fuzzy one she had heard minutes before. "So 'e 'as" answered the Captain, slowly, tasting the words as he pronounced them.
"Yer clothes are on the chair..." Jack looked her up and down, "join us when yer ready."
Fen blnked. The two men closed the door and walked away.
What had all that been about?! She thought carefully, there must be something she had forgotten... Think back... Pain caught her unguarded. She remembered Pintel's death and everything came flying together.
The long haired pirate, that was Jack and this... room, must be his cabin. She groaned, loudly this time. Why had she demanded to have his blasted cabin? The idea of having the best one in the ship had been appealing at the time, but now... the dread of imprisonnment came back to her as did the pity of 'civilised' people, like Jack.
Wait a sec'... Jack... 'civilised'? Nah... slip of the tongue, that was - never would Jack be civilised, not in her opinion anyway. And to pity him? Scorn him, disdain him, hate him even, but pity him... never!
She moved to the side of the bed and tested her legs. Well, they worked well enough now. She slid the clothes on. They were much better than the rags she'd had before, much baggier as well, which would greatly help her disguise. She walked to the door, slightly dizzy, and made faces as she went out to find her courteous Captain. Courteous - yeah right!
Light hit her full in the face. She paused before looking around.
They were all - the crew, that is - scurrying around the deck, tying ropes, yelling, arguing, joking, laughing, the normal type of behaviour she'd expected to find - in other words, just as Pintel had described it.
And there, just in front of her, head held proudly high and hair flying, stood Jack himself. She caught her breath. He was impressive like that, just standing there, at the helm, like he'd never left it. Nothing like the prat that she'd been confronted with up till then.
He turned to her and said - suddenly losing any estime he had managed to win from her - "Decided to give us a hand did ye? Bit late."
She scowled, "Sorry Captain, I-"
"Captain, is it now? Well, well, you give up quickly..." He went down to her, fastening the wheel (A/N Is it called a wheel?) with the help of a rope.
Fen tensed, oohh, he annoyed her, "This is your ship, is it not? Someone in charge of a ship is usually called 'Captain', are they not?" She demanded.
"Normally, yes. But I thought that the likes of you disdained the title..." He smirked.
"Disdained the title... What? Since when do you use words like - forget it. I do no more disdain the title, when properly used, then you do your ship, Captain" She finished sarcastically, spun around and marched off.
"Woah..." He grasped her left shoulder and putting his other hand on her right shoulder, turned her back to face him. "The deck needs scrubbing, see that it's done. Oh, and luv', when we get to Port Royal, you and I need teh talk." He smiled gloatingly and went back to the helm leaving fen burning with hate and embarassment.
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"Land ahoy!" Yelled someone from the crow's nest (A/N I'm not too sure about all this technical stuff...) hours later.
Followed general disorder before they anchored just off shore.
Fen looked up from the planks of wood. Yes, she screamed silently, it was finished... She stood up, back aching from the effort. When Pintel - yes, it's Pintel again - had told her about ships and pirates and the general 'people of adventures' it had always been of climbing the riggins, shinying up the mast with lightning overhead, pulling a faithful ship through the storm... never of scrubbing decks and aching backs.
Besides, Jack must of known very well that when everyone was scurrying around like that with their cursed dirty boots it was impossible to get the deck even ressembling something clean. Just to spite her probably... Creep.
She put the rag she'd been using down and made to follow the rest of the crew down the gangway and into the port. Hmm, Port Royal... Weird... Why not this Tortuga Jack had been so crazy about? And thinking of weird things, what had the conversation she had overheard been about. 'A lass'... Could that mean... Had Jack... They didn't doubt her being a boy, did they... God help her. There seemed to be a lot of questions to ask Jack at this little 'talk' of his and he'd better give her some answers, or else...
Or else what, eh? She'd hit him? She'd threaten to spear him through? She'd cut his tongue out? As if. He was her Captain now, unfortunately, so she owed him, suppposedly, a bit of respect. Well,...
"Wait one moment, luv'" That same Jack broke into her thoughts. He came alongside her. "The deck," he said meaningfully, "When you've finished, I'll see you at 'The Four-headed Horse'" He grinned and walked by her.
Of all the stuck-up... She breathed deeply, counted to ten, then turned her tongue seven times in her mouth. It didn't get rid of her anger, just let Jack get further away.
She yelled after him, "Stop calling me luv', or I'll keep true to that promise I made!" and returned sulkily to the deck to get scrubbing.
She looked at the work in front of her and decided to show Jack that she could easily scrub the deck and make every patch of wood shine. Maybe he'd promote her if she did. Yeah... promote her to some decent chore... One that involved a bit of climbing hopefully. She grinned and got on with the cleaning, humming in the hope of cheering herself up.
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That's all....
Any reviews would be, *coughs suggestively*, MORE than welcome. I'll even give you a special all-inclusive date with Jack Sparrow, or Anamaria if you prefer... Can't ignore that offer now can you?!
Sorry, just got your review now, Novalea, THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH!! Sorry about the suspense, it'll get clearer as the story goes on *tries to look innocent, pretty much fails*, thanks again!
Thanks a bunch for all the reviews, not! Even flames are welcome. Actually, flames are especially welcome. Is Jack all right in this chapter... He seemed a bit off to me, oh well... here you go...
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Chapter 7 : A lass... I'd swear
(Fen)
"Don't know... a lass... I'd swear..."
Mumbles filtered their way through the solid door of Jack's cabin and over to Fen, crumpled on the bed, coming slowly out of her unconscious state.
She groaned. That wasn't half of a headache she had. She groaned again... Where was she? It was all dark and fuzzy. She couldn't remember anything. All of a sudden she panicked and tried to jump to her feet, but her legs wouldn't obey.
Ahhh, what was happening? Her surroundings became more and more focused, but she could not remember for the life of her why she was in this chamber, nor why her body would not move.
Nor, whilst she was at it, why the room seemed to rock backwards and forwards. Rock backwards and forwards... Do rooms usually rock backwards and forwards?
She thought back. Pintel, her dear pa', had told her that people 'of the civilisations' lived in sort of boxes, called rooms, chambers or other things like that. That there were sometimes many enclosed in a sort of bigger box that they locked up with a key.
It had taken her a while to grasp the idea. Why would people give up the freedom of the vast night sky, the thousand little stars that twinkled so very delicately to sleep in a wooden box, or brick, he'd also mentioned? He had taken hours to try to explain to her that these people 'of the civilisations' lived in places full of danger and that to lock themselves up in boxes kept them safe. Besides, where they lived it would be seen as 'uncivilised' to sleep under trees...
'Uncivilised', that word had also taken her a while to get used to. It seemed to her that these people 'of the civilisations' were very much caught in a trap, caught in a mixture of rules and prisons that they didn't even know of.
There had been a very tall tree on the island that overlooked a cliff. From it, you could see the edge of the world cutting the ocean majestically. Only problem was that Pintel had forbidden her to climb it. So she'd waited for him to leave on his little expeditions as he did ever so often and then she had rushed up it and fastened her legs around one of the smaller branches. From it, she'd gazed at the end of the world and then closed her eyes, tight, ever so tight and whispered quietly to the ocean. She'd whispered her little fears about these people caught in boxes and asked the splashing water, in her politest voice, if he couldn't possibly help them... even if it was only a tinsy bit.
She'd often wondered if he'd ever noticed her pleas and if these people 'of the civilisations' had ever been saved from their ignorance. She gazed around her, her eyes back to normal even if her body still refused to move. Obviously not, considering she was lying in one of those cells now!!
A picture of a man in dreadlocks raising his eyebrows came to mind. She shook her head... What on earth was that about?! Then another, this time of him waving his arms about, walking crookedly down a path... Her mind became full of them... pictures of this same... pirate, wasn't it?... swarmed her brain. She yelled out.
The door burst open, "He's awoken Cap'n!" Said one of the crew whose voice sounded remarkably like the fuzzy one she had heard minutes before. "So 'e 'as" answered the Captain, slowly, tasting the words as he pronounced them.
"Yer clothes are on the chair..." Jack looked her up and down, "join us when yer ready."
Fen blnked. The two men closed the door and walked away.
What had all that been about?! She thought carefully, there must be something she had forgotten... Think back... Pain caught her unguarded. She remembered Pintel's death and everything came flying together.
The long haired pirate, that was Jack and this... room, must be his cabin. She groaned, loudly this time. Why had she demanded to have his blasted cabin? The idea of having the best one in the ship had been appealing at the time, but now... the dread of imprisonnment came back to her as did the pity of 'civilised' people, like Jack.
Wait a sec'... Jack... 'civilised'? Nah... slip of the tongue, that was - never would Jack be civilised, not in her opinion anyway. And to pity him? Scorn him, disdain him, hate him even, but pity him... never!
She moved to the side of the bed and tested her legs. Well, they worked well enough now. She slid the clothes on. They were much better than the rags she'd had before, much baggier as well, which would greatly help her disguise. She walked to the door, slightly dizzy, and made faces as she went out to find her courteous Captain. Courteous - yeah right!
Light hit her full in the face. She paused before looking around.
They were all - the crew, that is - scurrying around the deck, tying ropes, yelling, arguing, joking, laughing, the normal type of behaviour she'd expected to find - in other words, just as Pintel had described it.
And there, just in front of her, head held proudly high and hair flying, stood Jack himself. She caught her breath. He was impressive like that, just standing there, at the helm, like he'd never left it. Nothing like the prat that she'd been confronted with up till then.
He turned to her and said - suddenly losing any estime he had managed to win from her - "Decided to give us a hand did ye? Bit late."
She scowled, "Sorry Captain, I-"
"Captain, is it now? Well, well, you give up quickly..." He went down to her, fastening the wheel (A/N Is it called a wheel?) with the help of a rope.
Fen tensed, oohh, he annoyed her, "This is your ship, is it not? Someone in charge of a ship is usually called 'Captain', are they not?" She demanded.
"Normally, yes. But I thought that the likes of you disdained the title..." He smirked.
"Disdained the title... What? Since when do you use words like - forget it. I do no more disdain the title, when properly used, then you do your ship, Captain" She finished sarcastically, spun around and marched off.
"Woah..." He grasped her left shoulder and putting his other hand on her right shoulder, turned her back to face him. "The deck needs scrubbing, see that it's done. Oh, and luv', when we get to Port Royal, you and I need teh talk." He smiled gloatingly and went back to the helm leaving fen burning with hate and embarassment.
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"Land ahoy!" Yelled someone from the crow's nest (A/N I'm not too sure about all this technical stuff...) hours later.
Followed general disorder before they anchored just off shore.
Fen looked up from the planks of wood. Yes, she screamed silently, it was finished... She stood up, back aching from the effort. When Pintel - yes, it's Pintel again - had told her about ships and pirates and the general 'people of adventures' it had always been of climbing the riggins, shinying up the mast with lightning overhead, pulling a faithful ship through the storm... never of scrubbing decks and aching backs.
Besides, Jack must of known very well that when everyone was scurrying around like that with their cursed dirty boots it was impossible to get the deck even ressembling something clean. Just to spite her probably... Creep.
She put the rag she'd been using down and made to follow the rest of the crew down the gangway and into the port. Hmm, Port Royal... Weird... Why not this Tortuga Jack had been so crazy about? And thinking of weird things, what had the conversation she had overheard been about. 'A lass'... Could that mean... Had Jack... They didn't doubt her being a boy, did they... God help her. There seemed to be a lot of questions to ask Jack at this little 'talk' of his and he'd better give her some answers, or else...
Or else what, eh? She'd hit him? She'd threaten to spear him through? She'd cut his tongue out? As if. He was her Captain now, unfortunately, so she owed him, suppposedly, a bit of respect. Well,...
"Wait one moment, luv'" That same Jack broke into her thoughts. He came alongside her. "The deck," he said meaningfully, "When you've finished, I'll see you at 'The Four-headed Horse'" He grinned and walked by her.
Of all the stuck-up... She breathed deeply, counted to ten, then turned her tongue seven times in her mouth. It didn't get rid of her anger, just let Jack get further away.
She yelled after him, "Stop calling me luv', or I'll keep true to that promise I made!" and returned sulkily to the deck to get scrubbing.
She looked at the work in front of her and decided to show Jack that she could easily scrub the deck and make every patch of wood shine. Maybe he'd promote her if she did. Yeah... promote her to some decent chore... One that involved a bit of climbing hopefully. She grinned and got on with the cleaning, humming in the hope of cheering herself up.
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That's all....
Any reviews would be, *coughs suggestively*, MORE than welcome. I'll even give you a special all-inclusive date with Jack Sparrow, or Anamaria if you prefer... Can't ignore that offer now can you?!
Sorry, just got your review now, Novalea, THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH!! Sorry about the suspense, it'll get clearer as the story goes on *tries to look innocent, pretty much fails*, thanks again!