Chapter 4
Jack finally gave up trying to figure out what the things were and blew out the candles before making his way over to his bed all the while unbuttoning his shirt and trying to figure out just what that woman was talking about.
Fiona opened her eyes and tried to calm herself down as she heard something drop to the floor. Turning her head she strained her eyes to see a white shirt on the floor next to the bed. 'Shit he's undressing.' She thought reminding herself not to move, afraid that he would find her.
Fiona began to panic as the bed creaked and dipped down. And she tried to keep herself calm.
Jack yawned and rolled over on his side. Something wasn't right, there was someone else in the room.
Fiona waited for almost half an hour before the steady deep breathing convinced her he was asleep. Quietly she began to inch herself out from under the bed and got herself clear and began to make her way to the door when she was tackled from behind and slammed to the floor.
Jack tried to grab onto her wrists but she was trying to hit him. "Stop, scrambling," He ordered but knew it was useless.
Fiona felt him grab onto one of her wrists and pin it behind her back and she untangled one of her legs and hit him on his back hard.
Jack gave a small grunt at the pain that she created but kept a tight grip on her. 'This woman doesn't play nice,' he thought grimly as she began to claw him. Finally he pulled out his gun and pressed it against her temple.
Fiona froze at the sudden change and took a few deep breaths as ideas flew through her mind as to how to get out of that predicament.
'Finally,' Jack thought catching his own breath. "Now that I have your attention, I'd like for you to tell me what exactly you're doing on my ship,"
Fiona didn't hear anything that he said; a small glint of metal caught her eye. One that she recognized as her gun. As quick as lightning she grabbed it with her freehand, rolled over and stuck it to his forehead.
Jack was taken back by her actions and almost pulled the trigger instead he stared at her.
"It seems we have a draw," She said catching her breath. Jack nodded in agreement.
Neither one noticed their extremely odd position; Fiona under Jack.
"On three we both drop our weapons, savvy?" Jack asked after a few moments.
Fiona thought for a second and nodded. "On three," She agreed. "One, two," She counted aloud and than dropped her gun. Jack however kept his right on her forehead.
Fiona narrowed her eyes at him and Jack shrugged.
"I'm dishonest," He explained a small grin forming at the corners of his lips. "And you can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest."
Fiona's glare only continued to build, making Jack extremely amused. He enjoyed it when he had the upper hand on people that hated him.
"Now Miss Hailon," He began.
"Sergeant Hailon," She corrected angrily.
"Apologies," He said knowing how it was for people not to get things right. "Sergeant Hailon, what are you doing on my ship?"
Fiona looked at him and shrugged. "I don't know," She said honestly deciding to cooperate with him since he did have a gun at her head.
"You don't know?" He asked disbelievingly.
"Ouch, yes," She said wincing as he shifted his weigh and it pressed against her wrist, which was still behind her back.
"How'd you get here?" He asked pulling her arm so her wrist would be free.
"I don't know," She said again, wondering herself.
Jack looked her over; she seemed to genuinely be confused about how she got there.
"Listen, Mr. ahh," She said looking at him with an eyebrow raised. "Captain Sparrow," Jack told her wondering what she was up to now.
"Captain Sparrow, if you'd please get off me and let me have back the things in my bag I promise to answer any question that you have,"
Jack didn't believe her and it was evident on his face.
"Look, I'm not dishonest, now please," She asked. Jack looked at her and finally agreed and pulled the pistol away from her head. She looked horrible and knew she must have been in some amount of pain.
When he was getting up it was then they both realized their position. "Sorry about that," Jack said enjoying the look on her face.
Fiona shook her head and sat up; beginning to feel her forehead as Jack went and got the things he'd emptied out of the bag.
'This is going to be one long night,' Fiona thought to herself as she began to think she needed stitches.
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Jack finally gave up trying to figure out what the things were and blew out the candles before making his way over to his bed all the while unbuttoning his shirt and trying to figure out just what that woman was talking about.
Fiona opened her eyes and tried to calm herself down as she heard something drop to the floor. Turning her head she strained her eyes to see a white shirt on the floor next to the bed. 'Shit he's undressing.' She thought reminding herself not to move, afraid that he would find her.
Fiona began to panic as the bed creaked and dipped down. And she tried to keep herself calm.
Jack yawned and rolled over on his side. Something wasn't right, there was someone else in the room.
Fiona waited for almost half an hour before the steady deep breathing convinced her he was asleep. Quietly she began to inch herself out from under the bed and got herself clear and began to make her way to the door when she was tackled from behind and slammed to the floor.
Jack tried to grab onto her wrists but she was trying to hit him. "Stop, scrambling," He ordered but knew it was useless.
Fiona felt him grab onto one of her wrists and pin it behind her back and she untangled one of her legs and hit him on his back hard.
Jack gave a small grunt at the pain that she created but kept a tight grip on her. 'This woman doesn't play nice,' he thought grimly as she began to claw him. Finally he pulled out his gun and pressed it against her temple.
Fiona froze at the sudden change and took a few deep breaths as ideas flew through her mind as to how to get out of that predicament.
'Finally,' Jack thought catching his own breath. "Now that I have your attention, I'd like for you to tell me what exactly you're doing on my ship,"
Fiona didn't hear anything that he said; a small glint of metal caught her eye. One that she recognized as her gun. As quick as lightning she grabbed it with her freehand, rolled over and stuck it to his forehead.
Jack was taken back by her actions and almost pulled the trigger instead he stared at her.
"It seems we have a draw," She said catching her breath. Jack nodded in agreement.
Neither one noticed their extremely odd position; Fiona under Jack.
"On three we both drop our weapons, savvy?" Jack asked after a few moments.
Fiona thought for a second and nodded. "On three," She agreed. "One, two," She counted aloud and than dropped her gun. Jack however kept his right on her forehead.
Fiona narrowed her eyes at him and Jack shrugged.
"I'm dishonest," He explained a small grin forming at the corners of his lips. "And you can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest."
Fiona's glare only continued to build, making Jack extremely amused. He enjoyed it when he had the upper hand on people that hated him.
"Now Miss Hailon," He began.
"Sergeant Hailon," She corrected angrily.
"Apologies," He said knowing how it was for people not to get things right. "Sergeant Hailon, what are you doing on my ship?"
Fiona looked at him and shrugged. "I don't know," She said honestly deciding to cooperate with him since he did have a gun at her head.
"You don't know?" He asked disbelievingly.
"Ouch, yes," She said wincing as he shifted his weigh and it pressed against her wrist, which was still behind her back.
"How'd you get here?" He asked pulling her arm so her wrist would be free.
"I don't know," She said again, wondering herself.
Jack looked her over; she seemed to genuinely be confused about how she got there.
"Listen, Mr. ahh," She said looking at him with an eyebrow raised. "Captain Sparrow," Jack told her wondering what she was up to now.
"Captain Sparrow, if you'd please get off me and let me have back the things in my bag I promise to answer any question that you have,"
Jack didn't believe her and it was evident on his face.
"Look, I'm not dishonest, now please," She asked. Jack looked at her and finally agreed and pulled the pistol away from her head. She looked horrible and knew she must have been in some amount of pain.
When he was getting up it was then they both realized their position. "Sorry about that," Jack said enjoying the look on her face.
Fiona shook her head and sat up; beginning to feel her forehead as Jack went and got the things he'd emptied out of the bag.
'This is going to be one long night,' Fiona thought to herself as she began to think she needed stitches.
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