I figured while I'm updating all my other stories I should be doing the
same with this one so here's the next chapter. And it's longer since my
other chapters have been so short, to me anyway. Here it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything; only a large CJS poster and tank top, and a Johnny pillow and pillow case. Am I obsessed? Perhaps. But Disney takes all the credit.
As I'm starting to write this I am watching From Hell. Has anyone else noticed how freaking hot Johnny is in that movie? I mean holy magoodness he looks good and he has an English accent!
Chapter 5
Jack sat up quickly in the bed, his body still quaking from the dream. He ran his hands over his face, trying to make sense of it.
What the hell did I just dream? He thought nervously and glanced over to where Min still lay sleeping next to him. It appeared she hadn't awakened at all.
With a barely smothered groan Jack swung his feet over the side of the bed and onto the cool wooden floor of the cabin. Taking a deep breath he tried to calm his still racing heart beat. Standing up slowly he gained his balance and looked around for his effects.
They were thrown over the chair by the desk along with his boots and jacket. Grabbing them from their perch he put them on and quietly strode out of the room and onto the deck of the Pearl.
Seeing the Captain come out of his room Gibbs yelled and waved him over to the wheel. But Jack brushed him off for the moment to go get some food from the galley.
Bounding down the stairs he waltzed into the kitchen and took a loaf of bread, some salted ham, and a bottle of rum. Taking a few bites he left the rest for Min and went back to his cabin.
Opening the door he peaked in and was satisfied to find Min still sleeping. Stealthily he tiptoed towards her prone form and scooted the chair over to the bed. Then he set down the rest of the food and rum he'd gotten, she would be hungry when she woke up.
Jack then crept back outside and headed to where Gibbs still stood. Upon reaching him he gave the older man a hardy slap on the back.
"How's she been holding up for ye Gibbs?" Jack asked, talking about the Black Pearl.
"As good as she can be in this fine weather we're having."
"Well make sure we're still headed towards The Skeleton's Palace. Since that's where we need to go."
"Cap'n, are you sure we should be doing this? You've heard the stories about that place. They're almost as bad as the ones we used to hear about Isla de Muerta."
"Aye, I've 'eard 'em. But I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, so no worries."
Gibbs rolled his eyes, typical, he thought, but smiled none the less, "You want to take o'er now Cap'n?"
"Aye, my thanks Gibbs," Jack responded as he took over the steering of the Black Pearl.
Gibbs left and headed down to the galley for his own meal, leaving Jack alone on deck to his thoughts. Which would normally consist of thinking 'how much rum do I have?' or 'I miss the rum from Tortuga'. So it wasn't much but to him it was important.
Today was different though, since he'd had the dream last night. It bothered him. Not just that it was such a different dream for him to have, but that it involved Min and that they were destined to be together. That freaked Jack out.
He'd always considered himself a free spirit. That he went with the wind where he wanted to go and do. If he felt like sailing to Singapore then he would or if he wanted to go and get more of his treasure from Isla de Muerta then he would.
But, with this dream it was starting to make him reconsider his priorities. Never before had he thought of himself a one woman man. In Tortuga he was loved and lusted after by many women, who he was more than willing to share his attention or bed with.
With this dream he now thought of what it would be like if he did ever settle down with one woman, and the woman was Min.
I can't believe I'm thinking this, he thought, a bit confused. I've only known the woman a day and now I'm thinking of being with her forever?! I must have had too much rum last night.
Jack looked down at himself, checking for any mind altering injuries. There were none, to his knowledge anyway, unless the rum was still fogging his brain.
Just in case he closed his eyes and let the salty breeze blow over him. It helped to clear his mind a bit. Still, he kept thinking of the woman sleeping in his bed.
Perhaps a little more than friendship could come out of their partnership in the short hand future, but any more than that he didn't think could happen, even if the dream told him other wise.
There was no way the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow would end up loving and living with one woman for the rest of his life.
Min rolled over, flinging an arm to where another body had been. Feeling the cool sheets she opened her eyes slowly. The sun filtered through the cabin's windows making her blink the sleep from her eyes.
She sat up quickly thinking 'Where am I?' Then remembered last night's activities and agreements, and felt a bit better. Min really didn't know who or what Captain Jack Sparrow was, yet. The first thing she'd thought about was just finding a Captain that actually had a ship, and seemed confident enough on the Caribbean Sea. Jack had appeared to possess those qualities and so she'd gotten his help, thankfully. But she was determined to find out more about him before their trip was over.
Sitting up in the bed, Min stretched the kinks out of her body. It was odd how she had been so attracted to the man last night. She could tell he was used to having women fawn over him and one night stands. But she was not a Tortugan whore and so she'd resisted the temptation to be with him. Not that he would have minded if she had wanted to sleep with him.
Her stomach growled suddenly and she glanced around the cabin, wondering where she could find some nourishment. Then her eyes fell upon the food that Jack had brought in and her face softened into a smile.
How sweet, she thought, that he would think of me wanting breakfast. With vengeance she attacked the food and looked around for something to drink and found the rum. Odd, rum in the morning? She shrugged; rum was a good enough drink to quench one's thirst.
Taking the bottle she drank a bit to wash down the food. When done she glanced down at her outfit that had been under her cloak. Luckily she'd given up dresses a while ago and had opted for men's pants, white shirt, and worn boots. She'd taken off the boots before climbing in the bed, so she found them and put them on her feet.
Stretching once more she headed to the door to go out on deck. Outside she squinted at the morning sunshine, and let the same breeze Jack was feeling flow over her as well. She had never felt as exhilarated from anything as simple as a breeze until she'd first been in the Caribbean.
Funny how many little things in life, like a breeze, she had missed before. Smiling to herself, Min looked around for Jack. Spotting him at the helm, with his eyes closed, she made her way towards him.
When she was a foot away from him he just kept standing there with his eyes still closed in a blissful peace. Not even aware she was by him. With a playful grin she stepped up till she was about six inches away. He still didn't move from his perch.
With a smirk Min yelled, "Boo!"
Jack's eyes flew open and he grabbed her, pinning her against the wheel. From out of nowhere a pistol was suddenly at her temple.
Min swallowed, feeling guiltily uncomfortable as she looked up at his flashing eyes, "Um, hi Jack."
Hearing her Jack looked down, and realizing who it was put the pistol away, sighing.
"Bloody hell woman! Do not do that to me, savvy? I could have killed ye," he said exasperated.
"Sorry. Just playing around, I won't do it again."
Jack just rolled his eyes, and then realized she was pinned closely between his body and the wheel. Shifting uncomfortably Jack moved her till she stood next to him. He cleared his throat and glanced up at the clear blue sky.
"'s gonna be a storm tonight, a big one," he commented to no one in particular.
Min followed his gaze and frowned as she saw nothing indicating a storm in the air.
"Are you sure? It's a perfect day out."
"Aye tha's what it appears to be now, but later it'll change for the worse, you'll see."
True to Jack's word a large storm overtook the Black Pearl later that evening.
The waves crashed over the deck, almost washing crew members overboard.
Jack stood at the helm steering the ship towards her destination despite the storm trying to throw her off course. His regal form silhouetted in the lightening flashes.
Min stood next to a swaying Gibbs trying to help tie a rope down. But her eyes kept being drawn back to the man at the helm. He was eye catching the way he confidently steered his ship safely despite the horrible weather, as if it was an everyday occurrence.
Jack happened to look down and catch Min watching him. He smirked in response and continued to steer, but kept glancing at her during that time.
The next time he looked down he didn't see Min at all. Frowning he looked to Gibbs and saw him waving his hands frantically.
Jack put his hand to his ear, indicating that he could not hear him. Finally, between cracks of thunder he heard Gibbs.
"Woman overboard!"
Jack's eyes widened, Min had been washed overboard. Quickly he put a rope on one of the wheel's spokes and ran to where Min had fallen off.
Along the way Jack grabbed a rope and tied it around his waist. Running to the Black Pearl's side he did a swan dive into the rolling waves.
Min, on the other hand, hadn't even realized what had happened until she tried to take a breath and instead of taking in air she sucked down a mouthful of seawater. Realizing she might drown, Min started kicking for the surface that seemed to be getting farther and farther away from reach.
She could see the lightening flashing above while her lungs cried out for air. Just before she passed out she felt a pair of strong arms encircle her body.
Jack finally found Min, just in time, and put his arms around her. Tugging on the rope he felt it tighten as the crew began pulling them back onto the Pearl.
Min and Jack were unceremoniously dumped back onto the ship's deck. Jack landed on top of Min and frantically checked if she was breathing. She wasn't. Quickly he began breathing air into her deprived lungs. Suddenly she responded by spitting out a bunch of water and gasping for breath.
With urgency he yelled orders to the crew to keep sailing and ran with her into his cabin. Dumping her on his bed he began removing her wet clothes. Ignoring the luscious body he was uncovering he gritted his teeth and put one of his own shirts over her as he tucked her into his bed.
With a tired sigh he quickly went back outside to speak to Gibbs.
"Gibbs!"
"Aye Cap'n?"
"Storm's finally goin' away so I will be watching over Min for the rest o' the time. Can ye take over then?"
"Aye, that I can do."
"Savvy," Jack said as he walked back into the cabin. Ridding himself of his wet clothes he put on new, dry ones. Then he checked back on Min.
She lay on the bed sleeping. One arm flung above her head and the other across her stomach. Her wet hair was spread like a halo around her head on the pillow.
Jack reached down and brushed a piece away from her face and felt her forehead. It was starting to heat up.
He sighed; this was going to be a long night.
Okay so there's chapter 5. I'm so sorry it took me this long to update but I'm a bit stuck with it right now. I know what I want to happen but putting it into words can be hard sometimes.
Anyway, thank you to all my reviewers! I love you guys! And don't forget to read my other stories on fanfiction.net! Thanks!
DaydreamBeliever aka Angie
Disclaimer: I don't own anything; only a large CJS poster and tank top, and a Johnny pillow and pillow case. Am I obsessed? Perhaps. But Disney takes all the credit.
As I'm starting to write this I am watching From Hell. Has anyone else noticed how freaking hot Johnny is in that movie? I mean holy magoodness he looks good and he has an English accent!
Chapter 5
Jack sat up quickly in the bed, his body still quaking from the dream. He ran his hands over his face, trying to make sense of it.
What the hell did I just dream? He thought nervously and glanced over to where Min still lay sleeping next to him. It appeared she hadn't awakened at all.
With a barely smothered groan Jack swung his feet over the side of the bed and onto the cool wooden floor of the cabin. Taking a deep breath he tried to calm his still racing heart beat. Standing up slowly he gained his balance and looked around for his effects.
They were thrown over the chair by the desk along with his boots and jacket. Grabbing them from their perch he put them on and quietly strode out of the room and onto the deck of the Pearl.
Seeing the Captain come out of his room Gibbs yelled and waved him over to the wheel. But Jack brushed him off for the moment to go get some food from the galley.
Bounding down the stairs he waltzed into the kitchen and took a loaf of bread, some salted ham, and a bottle of rum. Taking a few bites he left the rest for Min and went back to his cabin.
Opening the door he peaked in and was satisfied to find Min still sleeping. Stealthily he tiptoed towards her prone form and scooted the chair over to the bed. Then he set down the rest of the food and rum he'd gotten, she would be hungry when she woke up.
Jack then crept back outside and headed to where Gibbs still stood. Upon reaching him he gave the older man a hardy slap on the back.
"How's she been holding up for ye Gibbs?" Jack asked, talking about the Black Pearl.
"As good as she can be in this fine weather we're having."
"Well make sure we're still headed towards The Skeleton's Palace. Since that's where we need to go."
"Cap'n, are you sure we should be doing this? You've heard the stories about that place. They're almost as bad as the ones we used to hear about Isla de Muerta."
"Aye, I've 'eard 'em. But I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, so no worries."
Gibbs rolled his eyes, typical, he thought, but smiled none the less, "You want to take o'er now Cap'n?"
"Aye, my thanks Gibbs," Jack responded as he took over the steering of the Black Pearl.
Gibbs left and headed down to the galley for his own meal, leaving Jack alone on deck to his thoughts. Which would normally consist of thinking 'how much rum do I have?' or 'I miss the rum from Tortuga'. So it wasn't much but to him it was important.
Today was different though, since he'd had the dream last night. It bothered him. Not just that it was such a different dream for him to have, but that it involved Min and that they were destined to be together. That freaked Jack out.
He'd always considered himself a free spirit. That he went with the wind where he wanted to go and do. If he felt like sailing to Singapore then he would or if he wanted to go and get more of his treasure from Isla de Muerta then he would.
But, with this dream it was starting to make him reconsider his priorities. Never before had he thought of himself a one woman man. In Tortuga he was loved and lusted after by many women, who he was more than willing to share his attention or bed with.
With this dream he now thought of what it would be like if he did ever settle down with one woman, and the woman was Min.
I can't believe I'm thinking this, he thought, a bit confused. I've only known the woman a day and now I'm thinking of being with her forever?! I must have had too much rum last night.
Jack looked down at himself, checking for any mind altering injuries. There were none, to his knowledge anyway, unless the rum was still fogging his brain.
Just in case he closed his eyes and let the salty breeze blow over him. It helped to clear his mind a bit. Still, he kept thinking of the woman sleeping in his bed.
Perhaps a little more than friendship could come out of their partnership in the short hand future, but any more than that he didn't think could happen, even if the dream told him other wise.
There was no way the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow would end up loving and living with one woman for the rest of his life.
Min rolled over, flinging an arm to where another body had been. Feeling the cool sheets she opened her eyes slowly. The sun filtered through the cabin's windows making her blink the sleep from her eyes.
She sat up quickly thinking 'Where am I?' Then remembered last night's activities and agreements, and felt a bit better. Min really didn't know who or what Captain Jack Sparrow was, yet. The first thing she'd thought about was just finding a Captain that actually had a ship, and seemed confident enough on the Caribbean Sea. Jack had appeared to possess those qualities and so she'd gotten his help, thankfully. But she was determined to find out more about him before their trip was over.
Sitting up in the bed, Min stretched the kinks out of her body. It was odd how she had been so attracted to the man last night. She could tell he was used to having women fawn over him and one night stands. But she was not a Tortugan whore and so she'd resisted the temptation to be with him. Not that he would have minded if she had wanted to sleep with him.
Her stomach growled suddenly and she glanced around the cabin, wondering where she could find some nourishment. Then her eyes fell upon the food that Jack had brought in and her face softened into a smile.
How sweet, she thought, that he would think of me wanting breakfast. With vengeance she attacked the food and looked around for something to drink and found the rum. Odd, rum in the morning? She shrugged; rum was a good enough drink to quench one's thirst.
Taking the bottle she drank a bit to wash down the food. When done she glanced down at her outfit that had been under her cloak. Luckily she'd given up dresses a while ago and had opted for men's pants, white shirt, and worn boots. She'd taken off the boots before climbing in the bed, so she found them and put them on her feet.
Stretching once more she headed to the door to go out on deck. Outside she squinted at the morning sunshine, and let the same breeze Jack was feeling flow over her as well. She had never felt as exhilarated from anything as simple as a breeze until she'd first been in the Caribbean.
Funny how many little things in life, like a breeze, she had missed before. Smiling to herself, Min looked around for Jack. Spotting him at the helm, with his eyes closed, she made her way towards him.
When she was a foot away from him he just kept standing there with his eyes still closed in a blissful peace. Not even aware she was by him. With a playful grin she stepped up till she was about six inches away. He still didn't move from his perch.
With a smirk Min yelled, "Boo!"
Jack's eyes flew open and he grabbed her, pinning her against the wheel. From out of nowhere a pistol was suddenly at her temple.
Min swallowed, feeling guiltily uncomfortable as she looked up at his flashing eyes, "Um, hi Jack."
Hearing her Jack looked down, and realizing who it was put the pistol away, sighing.
"Bloody hell woman! Do not do that to me, savvy? I could have killed ye," he said exasperated.
"Sorry. Just playing around, I won't do it again."
Jack just rolled his eyes, and then realized she was pinned closely between his body and the wheel. Shifting uncomfortably Jack moved her till she stood next to him. He cleared his throat and glanced up at the clear blue sky.
"'s gonna be a storm tonight, a big one," he commented to no one in particular.
Min followed his gaze and frowned as she saw nothing indicating a storm in the air.
"Are you sure? It's a perfect day out."
"Aye tha's what it appears to be now, but later it'll change for the worse, you'll see."
True to Jack's word a large storm overtook the Black Pearl later that evening.
The waves crashed over the deck, almost washing crew members overboard.
Jack stood at the helm steering the ship towards her destination despite the storm trying to throw her off course. His regal form silhouetted in the lightening flashes.
Min stood next to a swaying Gibbs trying to help tie a rope down. But her eyes kept being drawn back to the man at the helm. He was eye catching the way he confidently steered his ship safely despite the horrible weather, as if it was an everyday occurrence.
Jack happened to look down and catch Min watching him. He smirked in response and continued to steer, but kept glancing at her during that time.
The next time he looked down he didn't see Min at all. Frowning he looked to Gibbs and saw him waving his hands frantically.
Jack put his hand to his ear, indicating that he could not hear him. Finally, between cracks of thunder he heard Gibbs.
"Woman overboard!"
Jack's eyes widened, Min had been washed overboard. Quickly he put a rope on one of the wheel's spokes and ran to where Min had fallen off.
Along the way Jack grabbed a rope and tied it around his waist. Running to the Black Pearl's side he did a swan dive into the rolling waves.
Min, on the other hand, hadn't even realized what had happened until she tried to take a breath and instead of taking in air she sucked down a mouthful of seawater. Realizing she might drown, Min started kicking for the surface that seemed to be getting farther and farther away from reach.
She could see the lightening flashing above while her lungs cried out for air. Just before she passed out she felt a pair of strong arms encircle her body.
Jack finally found Min, just in time, and put his arms around her. Tugging on the rope he felt it tighten as the crew began pulling them back onto the Pearl.
Min and Jack were unceremoniously dumped back onto the ship's deck. Jack landed on top of Min and frantically checked if she was breathing. She wasn't. Quickly he began breathing air into her deprived lungs. Suddenly she responded by spitting out a bunch of water and gasping for breath.
With urgency he yelled orders to the crew to keep sailing and ran with her into his cabin. Dumping her on his bed he began removing her wet clothes. Ignoring the luscious body he was uncovering he gritted his teeth and put one of his own shirts over her as he tucked her into his bed.
With a tired sigh he quickly went back outside to speak to Gibbs.
"Gibbs!"
"Aye Cap'n?"
"Storm's finally goin' away so I will be watching over Min for the rest o' the time. Can ye take over then?"
"Aye, that I can do."
"Savvy," Jack said as he walked back into the cabin. Ridding himself of his wet clothes he put on new, dry ones. Then he checked back on Min.
She lay on the bed sleeping. One arm flung above her head and the other across her stomach. Her wet hair was spread like a halo around her head on the pillow.
Jack reached down and brushed a piece away from her face and felt her forehead. It was starting to heat up.
He sighed; this was going to be a long night.
Okay so there's chapter 5. I'm so sorry it took me this long to update but I'm a bit stuck with it right now. I know what I want to happen but putting it into words can be hard sometimes.
Anyway, thank you to all my reviewers! I love you guys! And don't forget to read my other stories on fanfiction.net! Thanks!
DaydreamBeliever aka Angie