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CHAPTER 3: ARE WE BECOMING FRIENDS?
A week after their conversation, Connor and Will had not spoken. In fact, Connor had spoken to no one. She spent her time on the ship in the crows nest or in Jack's cabin that she was sharing with him.
Jack was becoming increasingly upset with her behavior, feeling as if she was unappreciative of his courtesy. He sat in his cabin one night, waiting for her to come in, bottle of rum in his hand.
She came in and headed for her hammock as usual. But before she could reach it Jack cut her off. He stood purposely in her way, refusing to let her pass.
"We need to talk lass. I don't like your attitude, what's your problem?"
"I don't have one Captain."
"Well to me it seems that ye do. I suggest that you straighten up, or you will be enjoying this lovely trip in the brig."
"That's a bit harsh, don't you think."
"Aye, but you be leaving me no choice. What am I supposed to do with a person on my ship who is uncooperative."
"I'm sorry Captain, I don't mean to be so mean to your crew. It's just that I would rather keep to myself."
"Why?"
Connor let out a sigh before sitting at Jack's desk. "I don't like sharing things with people Captain. I'm not so open, about anything. I observe, your crew, your ship, you. I like to know what I'm dealing with before I let myself get carried away."
"What did you observe?" Jack asked sitting on the edge of his bed. He was getting somewhere, and he liked that.
"Your ship is beautiful, your crew respect you, and you care. Your different than other pirates. Your not mean, cold, blackhearted. You like to know what is going on, make friends with your crew, respect what they think."
"Thank you, I think."
"Yes well, I've figured out that you are probably the only pirate in the Caribbean, that would never go back on your word. You are, however, a private person like myself."
"I can't deny that one. Want some rum?" Jack asked, walking over to his rum cabinet.
"I don't drink."
"What? How can you not drink rum, it's rum!" Jack said exasperated, eyeing Connor curiously.
Connor couldn't help the smile that crossed her lips at the sight of Jack's expression. "Drinking could easily lead into some other unwanted things. I've known to many people who got a little to crazy from drinks."
"Oh. well, not even a sip?" Connor shook her head in response. "Okay. Why don't you tell about how you know of this map then? I'm surprised that you know."
"I told you, I saw it once. It disappeared shortly after that. No one knows where it is now, and I just happen to remember it.
"What about you Captain, what can you tell me about yourself?"
Jack proceeded to tell her about the Curse of the Aztec gold. When he told her of when he was marooned on the island she couldn't help but laugh and tell him he was lying. Not wanting to destroy the conversation he told her the truth. After the story was finished they sat in silence for a few minutes.
"That is very interesting Captain." Connor spoke up.
"You believe me, the whole Barbossa as a skeleton thing.?"
"Yes, I don't know of anyone with that much of a creative imagination. So there is no way you could have made that up."
"Yes, well, I think I have kept you up long enough. You probably want to sleep."
"Thank you Captain." She walked over to her hammock.
"Are we becoming friends?" Jack asked her.
"I believe we may be Captain. I wouldn't know, I've never had a friend." Connor turned to him smiling before climbing into the hammock.
"Well, there's always time for a first." Jack said climbing into bed himself.
Jack fell asleep, pleased that he had gotten through to her. Connor fell asleep happy for the first time she could remember. Never before had she had a friend. She began to think that Jack could change everything.
Maybe her life was turning around. Jack could help her, and if they really did become friends, then maybe she could trust him enough to tell him her secret. She let these thoughts lull her asleep.
CHAPTER 3: ARE WE BECOMING FRIENDS?
A week after their conversation, Connor and Will had not spoken. In fact, Connor had spoken to no one. She spent her time on the ship in the crows nest or in Jack's cabin that she was sharing with him.
Jack was becoming increasingly upset with her behavior, feeling as if she was unappreciative of his courtesy. He sat in his cabin one night, waiting for her to come in, bottle of rum in his hand.
She came in and headed for her hammock as usual. But before she could reach it Jack cut her off. He stood purposely in her way, refusing to let her pass.
"We need to talk lass. I don't like your attitude, what's your problem?"
"I don't have one Captain."
"Well to me it seems that ye do. I suggest that you straighten up, or you will be enjoying this lovely trip in the brig."
"That's a bit harsh, don't you think."
"Aye, but you be leaving me no choice. What am I supposed to do with a person on my ship who is uncooperative."
"I'm sorry Captain, I don't mean to be so mean to your crew. It's just that I would rather keep to myself."
"Why?"
Connor let out a sigh before sitting at Jack's desk. "I don't like sharing things with people Captain. I'm not so open, about anything. I observe, your crew, your ship, you. I like to know what I'm dealing with before I let myself get carried away."
"What did you observe?" Jack asked sitting on the edge of his bed. He was getting somewhere, and he liked that.
"Your ship is beautiful, your crew respect you, and you care. Your different than other pirates. Your not mean, cold, blackhearted. You like to know what is going on, make friends with your crew, respect what they think."
"Thank you, I think."
"Yes well, I've figured out that you are probably the only pirate in the Caribbean, that would never go back on your word. You are, however, a private person like myself."
"I can't deny that one. Want some rum?" Jack asked, walking over to his rum cabinet.
"I don't drink."
"What? How can you not drink rum, it's rum!" Jack said exasperated, eyeing Connor curiously.
Connor couldn't help the smile that crossed her lips at the sight of Jack's expression. "Drinking could easily lead into some other unwanted things. I've known to many people who got a little to crazy from drinks."
"Oh. well, not even a sip?" Connor shook her head in response. "Okay. Why don't you tell about how you know of this map then? I'm surprised that you know."
"I told you, I saw it once. It disappeared shortly after that. No one knows where it is now, and I just happen to remember it.
"What about you Captain, what can you tell me about yourself?"
Jack proceeded to tell her about the Curse of the Aztec gold. When he told her of when he was marooned on the island she couldn't help but laugh and tell him he was lying. Not wanting to destroy the conversation he told her the truth. After the story was finished they sat in silence for a few minutes.
"That is very interesting Captain." Connor spoke up.
"You believe me, the whole Barbossa as a skeleton thing.?"
"Yes, I don't know of anyone with that much of a creative imagination. So there is no way you could have made that up."
"Yes, well, I think I have kept you up long enough. You probably want to sleep."
"Thank you Captain." She walked over to her hammock.
"Are we becoming friends?" Jack asked her.
"I believe we may be Captain. I wouldn't know, I've never had a friend." Connor turned to him smiling before climbing into the hammock.
"Well, there's always time for a first." Jack said climbing into bed himself.
Jack fell asleep, pleased that he had gotten through to her. Connor fell asleep happy for the first time she could remember. Never before had she had a friend. She began to think that Jack could change everything.
Maybe her life was turning around. Jack could help her, and if they really did become friends, then maybe she could trust him enough to tell him her secret. She let these thoughts lull her asleep.