I feel like such an idiot for not updating for such a long time!
I apologize profusely to everyone who urged me to update.
Partouf: You lazy, good for nothing authoress!
MtBR: Shut up, you! You did nothing!
Partouf: Yes, I did! I'm the backbone for this fanfic! FWAHA!
MtBR: That's it, no more nightcaps for you. . .
Anywho . . .
ON WITH THE CHAPTER!
Fiora: Finally. ..
MtBR: Now don't YOU start!
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Recap on last chapter:
And then he bent down slightly to touch his lips to mine, kissing me delicately and then pulling away, saying 'I'll sit here until you fall asleep again, right?' I could only nod, and then I laid back on to my pillows, staring at the opposite wall as Jack covered me with an old quilt, shutting my eyes once more to fall back into a dreamless slumber.
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I don't know why I kept falling asleep and waking up; I never did that back home, even if I WAS ill or injured.
((It must be the sea air)) I thought, slowly but assuredly waking once more to find Jack slumped over in the chair, asleep and. . . .
'Snoring.' I sniggered, and gingerly sat up, finding to my surprise that my wound had ceased to sting, and that I was (once again) mobile. Slowly, so as not to wake the Captain, I slid out from under the covers and stepped off of the bed with only the small creak of the wooden floorboards to give me away. Fortunately, the Captain slept like a log, and I tiptoed over to his sleeping form to take a closer look at him.
His eyes, ever rimmed with a black outline of kohl, were shut tight in a concentrating look, like he was performing arithmetic figures in his dreams. A small, permanent curve upward at the corner of his mouth caused me to grin in spite of myself, and I kneeled on the floor next to the chair, leaning one elbow against an arm of the chair and placing my chin in my hand.
I gazed up at him, watching him with slight amusement as he mumbled '. . . Bloody Barbossa. . . . . Rum gone . . . (snort)' Carefully, I tapped a finger on his cheek, watching him twitch at the slight annoyance, and then fall back to snoring. With a small chuckle, I poked and prodded his face and arms until he opened one eye lazily and said 'I was sleepin', luv! Ye don' see me buggin' ye when ye're restin'!'
I gave him a superior smirk and retorted 'That's because I'm injured, and you're too gentlemanly to actually prod me while I'm sleeping.' Jack gave his lopsided grin, and stood from the chair, helping me up off the floor and asked 'How's yer cut, Marie?' I looked down at my bandaged hip, and then back up into his eyes, saying cheerfully 'It's healed well, I think. Or, at least, I can't feel any pain.'
Jack just nodded, and strode over to the door, opening it and calling out 'Oy, Gibbs! Fetch me Mr. Bloate, will ye?' Then, without so much as a 'Goodbye', he left, shutting the door behind him. I was about to sigh, sit down on the chair and curse the day that Men were created, when Jack popped his head back in and informed me 'We're at Tortuga, luv! C'mon deck an' see fer yerself!'
I walked over to the door, and Jack took my hand as he led me across the deck to the fore of the Pearl, and pointing out to a large stretch of land on the horizon. 'That's Tortuga!' He said, and absentmindedly (or on purpose?) placed an arm around my waist. I stiffened at the contact, but loosened up a bit as I placed my hands on the scuppers, asking 'What's Tortuga like? It sounds . . . Pirate-y.'
This got a hearty laugh out of the Captain, and he shook his head as he answered 'Well, Marie, th' name's Spanish. But, it's overrun by pirates, if that's t' yer likin'.' Suddenly, I heard a voice being cleared behind us, and Jack turned around, saying jauntily 'Mr. Bloate! It seems tha' yer patient has been cured. Will ye need to inspect her any further?' George smiled at me and waved his hands in the air, replying 'Oh, no need, no need. Not until we reach this Tortuga Island of yours.'
I took a deep breath of the lovely sea breeze as Jack and George talked about. . . .Stuff. ((Oh, I'm so glad to be out on deck again!)) I thought, and looked over to see the blue waters rippling as the Pearl neared Tortuga. The sky was clear, and air was clean, and I felt like I was living for the first time in ages. My thoughts were interrupted by Jack, who informed me 'Marie, Jon would like t' talk t' ye.' I whirled around to face Jon, who was now standing beside George, and I smiled and said 'Hello, Jon! How are you?' Jon was wearing almost clean breeches, stained with something that looked like dried rum, and a dirt-brown vest covered his bare chest. The thing was that the clothes looked too big for Jon, as they hung off of him like a noose on Sunday. Jon looked down at himself, and smirked sheepishly up at me, saying in a humiliated manner 'I fell into the bilge, and so Gibbs and Anamaria found me some clothes to wear while my other ones are getting cleaned.'
I laughed a bit at this, and ruffled his hair, saying with a smirk 'You just need to grow into them yet, Jon!' That got a laugh out of The men around us, and then I excused myself, following Jon to the starboard side of the ship and asking 'So, lad, what did you want to talk about?' He gave me a sour face, and ran his fingers through his hair, grumbling 'Don't call me lad! I'm almost a man. And, this concerns the . . . telling the Captain about our relations thing.' I nodded my head, and looked back at Jack, who was explaining something to George and waving his hands about in a comical manner.
'Well, d'you think we should tell him now, or should you like to wait until we reach Tortuga?' I asked him, and then Jon shrugged, answering 'Well, it's up to you. You're me-sorry, my-older sister.' I ruffled his hair once more, and corrected in a whisper 'Half-sister!', and then turned around with Jon in tow. I walked up to Jack, putting my arm around Jon's shoulders and calling 'CAP'N! A word with you, please.'
Jack excused himself, and swaggered over to the tow of us, looking from Jon to me and then asking 'What?' I smiled, and then took a deep breath, saying 'Jon and I need to tell you something. . .' Jack's eyes bugged out and he hissed 'What?!?' before I could say anything else. 'Wait, don't tell me. . .Yer only interested on younger men, and' ye an' Jon are-' he began, but I cut him off with a sharp 'NO!' This got us a couple stares from some crewmates, and then I said in a lower voice 'No, Ja--Captain, that's not it. Jon and I are . . . half-siblings.'
At first, it looked like Jack had been frozen. Then, he smirked and jeered 'Oh, I see what's goin' on! Ye're playin' me fer th' fool y'think I am! Heh, y'almost got me there, Marie!' I covered my face with one hand in exasperation, and then turned to Jon, saying 'You tell him! I can't deal with-No, you tell him.'
Jon laughed and shook his head, and then said to Jack 'Captain Sparrow, with all due respect, you're wrong. Marie and I ARE half-siblings; our father was the pirate Kemp. Captain, I wouldn't lie to you!' Jack paused again, and while silence reigned, I crossed my arms over my chest, saying 'Neither would I, Captain.'
Suddenly, he threw his hands skywards, and called out 'Yer both addled! Y'mean t' tell me that yer father - both a yers - was Kemp? An' ye're related because Kemp, God rest his soul, married one woman and bedded another?' Jon and I looked at each other, and I nodded, saying 'That's about right.' Jack put his arms down, and walked off to the helm, muttering under his breath at us 'Well, ye should've told me sooner, luv. It'd've saved me some yellin'!'
Jon and I burst out laughing, and Jack wandered off, muttering something about craziness and addleplates.
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'. . . like a noose on Sunday.' There were no hangings on Sundays, as they were (and still are) the Holiest day of the week in the Christian religion. But, the noose hung limp from the hanging stage, for all the prisoners and people alike to see.
THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO TOLD ME TO GET UP OFF MY LAZY ASS AND TYPE UP A NEW CHAPTER!
I LOVE YOU ALL!
Well, in the figurative sense, of course.
Partouf: Marie?
MtBR: Yes?
Partouf: (scuffles foot in the dirt) I'm sorry.
MtBR: Aww, Partouf! (sniffle sniffle) THAT'S SO SWEET OF YOU! (grabs Partouf and crushes him in a bear hug)
Partouf: You're (oof) welcome (gasp)
BYZERS EVERYBUGGY!
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