Chapter 5
"It's not my fault!" Emma shrieked in a high-pitched voice face to face with the captain. She started raving on and on; not making a whole lot of sense to someone who has no idea was happened. "He scared me and then... the plate... and he fell... and..."
"Calm down, luv." Jack said, trying to calm the girl down. Who did she think he was, a monster? Well, he didn't know what she did yet, so maybe he would get angry. If she touched me rum, he thought, then she will pay!
He gestured for the other pirate to leave and order "get back t' work." He then looked back at Emma. For the first time since he had known her she was not acting like a proper lady. Instead she was acting like a scared to death girl who thought that he was going to chop her head off. Maybe he would if she didn't stop screeching. He wasn't sure which one of her personalities he liked better; it was a hard choice because both were pretty annoying.
"I'm sorry! I can clean it up! Not him I mean, but he'll get better..." she was going into hysterics again.
"Stop with the bloody screaming already!" Jack yelled. "Juss relax 'n tell me what happened."
She responded by staring at him and breathing heavily. He swore she was having some sort of panic attack. Since she wasn't answering him, he walked around her and headed towards the kitchen to see what it was for himself.
"You don't want to do that." she said, right as he was about to enter the kitchen.
"I really think I do, seeing as you refuse to answer me clearly." he replied and entered the kitchen. It was quiet in there for several minutes and then she heard "WHAT HAVE YE DONE TO ME BLOODY COOK?" come screaming from the room.
She was not sure what to do. He had reacted the way she had expected and now it was time for her doom. If only he could understand that it wasn't her fault, it was the cook's, he scared the hell out of her. He should be taught not to sneak up on people, especially not jumpy ones.
Thinking of her situation, there were really no options. The stress was building up and somewhere inside of her she was convinced that he was going to throw her overboard. She that is when she decided to faint.
Jack, still staring at his lifeless cook before him, heard a loud thud from out in the hall. Oh no, he thought, she has knocked another one unconscious. What is it with this girl? He left the fat man lying on the dirty kitchen floor and went outside to investigate.
There he found the body of Emma lying on the floor. "She juss had to go 'n faint, didn't she?" he muttered to himself. He picked her up and carried her back to her cabin.
Emma woke up several hours later. She looked around just to find herself lying in her bed. Nevado was sleeping on the foot of the bed, and she slowly got up so she wouldn't wake the dog.
She opened the door and found herself face to face with the captain, again. He was standing there because he was about to knock to see if she was awake yet, but he knew she was now. She knew exactly what he wanted to talk about.
"Awake at last I see." he said. "I want t' have a word wit' ye in me cabin."
"Um... ok." she said, closing the door quietly behind her and following him down the hall. It's not like she was really in any position to argue.
He closed the door behind them and they both sat down at the table. He looked at her for several minutes and then said, "So, are ye ready t' explain t' me what happened?"
"I was washing the dishes and then I heard a noise." she elucidated. "It scared me so I turned around and dropped the plate, but I didn't know there was anyone behind me so the plate ended up being smashed over the man's head. Is he ok?"
"I see." he replied, nodding his head. "Aye, but he's not too happy 'bout it. Ye are off cleaning duty and ye probably shouldn't go in the kitchen again."
"Alright." she said, feeling bad about the entire situation.
"Actually, on second thought, ye probably should just stay in yer cabin." he told her. "That is til' we get t' Tortuga."
She looked at him in question.
Then he added "and then ye'll be locked up in my cabin."
Great, now he thinks I'm a lunatic or something, she thought. Was she going to be locked up on a ship forever? She sighed. When the time comes she'll think of something, right now she just had to sit and take what comes.
"That was it, time fer me to get back t' the helm." he said, standing up and ushering her out of the room. He walked off, with that strange walk of his that makes him look drunk even when he's not. Within two minutes he was gone.
Emma walked back to her cabin and shut the door. She sat there on the bed and tried to come up with something to do. She couldn't think of anything. So she sat, and waited, watching the dog sleep. She was so bored that she fell asleep sitting up and wasn't awakened up she hear loud noises coming from below.
She cracked open her door to hear what was going on. It sounded like someone was throwing a party out there and she knew it must be the pirates who were off duty. She heard laughing, mugs slamming against a table, and then she realized they were singing a song.
It's wonderful living the life of a pirate
With the freedom to take what we can
And we'll sail the world over, searchin' for plunder
Not fearin' to face any man, not fearin' to face any man
We call no man our master, no lord and no king.
Not long in one place do we stay.
And this world is for those who can grab it, and hold it.
Possession's the law of the day.
So we take what we want, we don't bother with buyin'.
We say what we mean, there ain't no point to lyin'.
Don't like what we say, you might find yourself dyin'
In a manner too gruesome to say.
They were singing a pirate song together and everyone seemed to know the words, except occasionally there would be a drunk who would mix-up the words. She sat by the door so she could hear the song clearly, and after they repeated the chorus they were onto the next verse.
When we come into town to spend all our spoils,
A good time will be had by all.
We'll all head to some pub to get drunk off our arses,
When we're there, there ain't no last call.
I'll get rum for meself and buy ale for me friends,
And a great deal of loot on the wenches I'll spend.
When the money's all gone it's off to sea again
To trade cargo for cannonball.
That verse, for some reason, reminded her of Jack and for once when she thought about him she was not afraid. This time she actually sang the chorus with them, but her voice was the total opposite of theirs.
It's wonderful living the life of a pirate
With the freedom to take what we can
And we'll sail the world over, searchin' for plunder
Not fearin' to face any man, not fearin' to face any man
Then she heard then stop and a loud man yelled "Cap'n, sing the last verse fer us!" Jack is down there now, she thought. Then she had to lean out of her room more to hear better. His gruff voice sang the last verse loudly and some words were slurred together. She could tell that he had been heavily drinking again, for one thing she knew about him was that he loved his rum and she guessed that he probably wouldn't be able to go a day without it.
There's not one of us left who has not yet been blooded,
For killing's a part of our trade.
And the only thing standing between us and death
Is strength of arm, and speed of blade.
So we live every day like it might be our last
For all of us know that life is hard and fast
We live for the moment, don't care 'bout the past
From this is our comradeship made.
When the song was over she closed her door again and went to sit back on her bed. She found herself humming the tune. It had been very catchy. The words described the pirate way of life and she understood how it could appeal to some people.
When she was singing the chorus to herself a knock came at her door. "Yes?" she said. The door opened and it was AnaMaria.
"I brought ye some dinner." she said, placing a tray on the bed. "I heard 'bout what ye done t' ol' Johnny. It's bloody hilarious."
Emma guess that Johnny was the cook who she had knocked unconscious earlier that day. She was not sure if AnaMaria's comment was supposed to be taken as a compliment or not, so she just sat there and looked at her.
The female pirate said "If I were ye I wouldn't eat that." Then she took off, most likely to join the rest of the pirates in there celebrating.
Nevado woke up soon and so she spent a good one or two hours playing with him. She used the spoon they gave her to eat the food with to play fetch. He seemed to enjoy running after the spoon, even though it would only land several feet from him. There was not much room in that cabin, after all. That took some time, and gave the dog a little bit of exercise.
Then she wrestled with him and he seemed to enjoy getting attention. She realized the last day or so she was too busy trying to get her memory to come back to pay attention to the poor little dog. Now she had too much time to spend on him. Nothing ever works out evenly.
After that both her and the dog, well maybe not Nevado, but she was definitely tired of playing dog games. She remembered she had a sketchbook, so she decided to try drawing something and see how good she actually was at it. So she tried drawing Nevado. It wasn't that ad, but it didn't turn out like the rest of the pictures and she wondered why.
She was about to give up, when she blinked and then found herself picturing a man who looked somewhat familiar. He was wearing the uniform of the royal navy and he looked upset about something. The angle she saw the vision at was so she could only see his profile. She opened her eyes again, thinking about how strange that was.
Subsequently, her hand took on a life of it's own and started going to work at drawing down what she saw. Her hand moved faster and faster and the picture was finished quickly. She looked at it and if it wasn't for the lack of color, then it would have looked exactly like the vision she saw.
To her body the process seemed to be the most natural thing in the world, but to her mind it was puzzling. It appeared as if she used to do that all the time, and that was why there were all those good drawings in her sketchbook.
She put her sketchbook away and laid down. Then, since there was nothing else better to do, she finally went to sleep and her subconscious mind let her dream.
She was on a tropical island. It was warm and sunny, and she was wearing a light comfortable pink dress. The fabric it was made of was thin and so she was not dying of heat. Her barefoot toes were digging into the white sand and she walked over to run her hands through the clear blue ocean water.
Then she heard a voice of someone say, "There ye are, luv." She turned around to see a pirate, wearing a loose white top that showed part of his tan chest, a white and red cloth that was wrapped around his waist, and a pair of faded black pants. His grin revealed many golden teeth and his hair was in what looked like dreadlocks.
She smiled when she saw him and said "Jack, did you find anything?" She looked down and saw that he was empty-handed. Her smile suddenly turned to a frown. For some reason she was hoping that he would come back with a coconut, but she guessed that he didn't find one.
"Aye," he replied, still grinning even though she was no longer smiling. "I found you." Then he picked her up in his arms and carried her further up on the beach. He laid her down on the sand and then kissed her.
Emma woke up. She yawned and stretched out her arms and legs. Sunlight came through the window, preventing any chance of falling asleep again. As she sat there, she began to think and memories of the dream she just had flashed through her mind.
"I can't believe I'm dreaming about a pirate who will probably end up killing me." she said to herself in shock and confusion.
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A/N: Thank you all who review!! (Especially my loyal reviewers) This chapter was a little shorter than it should have been, but I'll make the next one longer. Anywho, thank you for reviewing, and for anyone who hasn't yet reviewed, go ahead and then hopefully you will have lots of Jack Sparrow dreams.
While I'm on that topic I'm just going to say that I had a Jack Sparrow dream last night. I was yelling at him for sinking my ship or something like that and then we swam to shore and there was this tribal guy dressed up in this weird outfit made of feathers and he was walking around holding an axe and running after people in attempt to kill them. So I hid behind Jack and yeah, then I woke up. But none of that really matters, all that matters is he was in it, lol.
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